You Tong was so scared that he never dreamed that the young man in front of him turned out to be the current prince.

However, this also explains all the previous speculations, why I was placed in the Zuixian Tower for half a year. It turns out that he is the prince, no wonder.

However, why did the prince like him beside him? This made You Tong puzzled. Just because of his own poem, the prince liked his literary talent?

Many scholars and scholars have outstanding literary talent, but the prince values ​​himself. Is it God's will?

Thinking about it, Zhu Cilang said to him: "You Tong, come here to sign."

You Tong didn't know what to sign and why, and he didn't dare to ask. But the prince asked to sign, so he picked up the pen and signed his name by chance.

Several officials from the Ministry of Personnel whispered and whispered for a while. Then, they handed a document respectfully to Zhu Cixuan.

Zhu Cixuan held the document: "This is the appointment of the magistrate of Liangxiang County. You can take it and go to the post immediately."

You Tong was trembling and opened the document and saw that it was not the appointment document of the Ministry of Personnel. It was written with You Tong's name and the official position he was appointed as the seventh-rank magistrate of Liangxiang County. The official seal was complete with all the documents of the Ministry of Personnel.

"Your Highness, this, this..." You Tong's hand couldn't help but tremble with the appointment document. He still couldn't believe it was true.

After ten years of hard work, I only made a fame and fortune for one day. By chance, I just made friends with the crown prince of the current dynasty and was appointed as the magistrate of a county town in the capital. How could You Tong not be excited?

"I have offended people very much. You Tong, I have granted you a county. I hope you can be in charge of the government and benefit the people. If you can't achieve any political achievements, don't blame me for being ruthless, go."

Even the officials of the Ministry of Personnel were filled with envy, jealousy and hatred. Why, you, a down-and-out scholar, can be awarded an official without a scientific examination, just by making friends with the prince.

This is fate. You Tong is indeed passionate and full of ambitions. However, when luck is not good for creation, he is surprised and happy now that he has this opportunity.

There are countless scholars who are down and out, but they become lucky. Zhu Cilang doesn't like being offered to others like being saviors, and he doesn't like this feeling. So he plans to escape.

The prince gave You Tong the impression that he was very cold. He gave himself a seal official and left. Wangcai was as careful as he threw a purse to him as a purse, as a way to get on the road: "Mr. You, don't let your highness down for your kindness."

After saying that, Wangcai and others followed Zhu Cilang. Looking at everyone's backs, You Tong was mixed with all kinds of feelings. The prince was his mentor, and his lifelong ambitions finally had a direction to display.

Liangxiang County, Youtong is confident that he will definitely let the people here live a good life.

...

Liu Laifu, a bastard, was like he was dead. The autumn harvest was coming to an end, but he still had no movement. When he was free, Zhu Cixuan wanted to go to Huajiazhuang to see Xiao Shishi.

When he returned to the palace, Sanxi came forward with a smile: "Your Highness, you are so happy, a great event."

Looking at Sanxi's dog-like expression, Zhu Cixuan knew: "Well, I can see that you are smiling ambiguously. After that, what good thing is it?"

"Your Highness, Lai Fu brings news from the Imperial Village. We have a great harvest this year in the Imperial Village!"

Although it was expected, Zhu Cilang couldn't help but be excited: "Oh, what a great harvest method, Liu Fanren."

"In the Ganqing Palace, I am being summoned by the Emperor Long live."

As he drifted, the eunuchs in Zhongcui Palace were all talented. Liu Laifu was able to receive a separate summon from Emperor Chongzhen, which shows Chongzhen's favor.

Who except the people from Zhongcui Palace can get this honor? It seems that Liu Laifu did a good job in the imperial village.

"Oh, let's go, I want to go and have a look."

Although Zhu Cilang would not object to this kind of thing without Chongzhen summoning him. Moreover, Chongzhen was very happy. When Liu Lai was lucky, Emperor Chongzhen was twice as happy as the harvest of the imperial farm this year.

"Liu Laifu, tell me that the corn has been put into the warehouse this year. Then tell me, how much grain have you collected in total?"

Before Liu Laifu answered, an eunuch hurriedly walked into the Ganqing Palace and hurriedly bowed: "Long live the emperor, the crown prince is asking for a meeting."

Chongzhen was planning to send someone to Xuanzhao, but the rebellious son came first. Chongzhen smiled and waved his hand: "Let him come in."

"Xuan, Your Highness the Crown Prince meets you!"

Accompanied by the little eunuch's crisp shout, Zhu Cilang entered the Ganqing Palace and bowed to salute: "Father."

Chongzhen nodded and signaled him to stand aside. Liu Laifu, who was kneeling on the ground, dared to speak at this time: "Long live, the imperial village has a bumper harvest this year, with 370,000 kilograms of peanuts and 180,000 kilograms of rice. The most corn is the most, and the preliminarily registered is as much as 7.86 million kilograms."

If peanuts and rice shocked Zhao Zhen, then the yield of 7.86 million kilograms of corn really scared Chongzhen.

7.86 million kilograms of corn are enough for the Liaodong soldiers to eat for half a year. What’s bad is that this is just the output of a royal farm.

If it was popularized among the people, the output would be a terrifying astronomical figure. This means that these foods are more than enough to feed all the people of the entire Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Cixuan was also shocked: "Liu Bao, why are there so many? I remember that the seeds cultivated in the back garden of Cining Palace are only a few acres of land, so how could they earn seven or eight million kilograms of grain?"

Liu Laifu turned his head: "Your Highness doesn't know anything. I dared to transport a large amount of corn seeds from Yunnan, Guizhou, Guangdong and Guangxi. The yield of these corn, which is mixed with the corn cultivated in the palace, is surprisingly good. Unfortunately, there are too few peanuts and rice plantings, and the yield of this corn has increased."

Zhu Cilang took a deep breath. He looked up at Chongzhen, and Chongzhen's eyes were full of horror.

The harvest of 7.86 million kilograms of corn is popularized everywhere as seeds. Next year, not to mention the distant future, the grain output of the entire county and county around the capital will not double.

No, it is not just doubled, but at least five times the current grain output. Even more.

This year, more than 10,000 acres of corn were planted in the entire imperial village. If it were modern, it would have a yield of at least more than 10,000 jin. However, in the Ming Dynasty, the yield of 7.86 million jin in this era was enough to go against the will of heaven.

At least next year, the land in all counties and counties around the capital under Shuntian Prefecture will be popular enough to plant.
Chapter completed!