Emperor Chongzhen actually did not expect anything, but he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. At this time, he also hoped that his son would come to bring him some good news.

As for Zhu Cilang's way of not using the food in the imperial village, Chongzhen did not think about this. No one could make food out of thin air. If he wanted to resettle refugees, he had to use the imperial village.

When Zhu Cixuan came, the ministers were still whispering. Some people even wanted to watch jokes, watching the jokes between Emperor Chongzhen and Zhu Cixuan and his son.

In the eyes of some ministers who are very good at making money, the emperor is just their scapegoat. These ministers are all people with high positions and power that cannot be easily shaken.

Zhu Cixuan came to the hall, and was accompanied by his doggie Liu Laifu. As the insurgent of the imperial village, he followed him to court, which surprised Chongzhen a little. At the same time, he had a little more and less hope in his heart.

Zhu Cixuan came in and gave a gift first: "Father, if you want to provide disaster relief, you may not have to use the imperial village to store grain. My son believes that even if you do not use the imperial village’s grain, you can still place refugees."

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked. Many ministers looked even more frightened. The prince said this, wouldn't it be crazy.

If you don’t use the food in the imperial village, do you still want to resettle refugees? Do you want these refugees to starve to death or force them to rebel?

Chongzhen was also shocked. Chongzhen knew very well how much grain was stored near the suburbs of Beijing. It was impossible for these refugees to be placed without using the grain from the imperial village.

The ministers even whispered, and everyone talked, what was the purpose of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doing this?

Chongzhen also didn't believe it, so he snorted: "It's good for the prince to have this intention. I have decided, so I can't discuss it again."

There is only these grains around the capital, and it is too late to allocate them from various places. Even if it is too late, the military rations of troops stationed in Liaodong and Shanxi must not be cut off. If the refugees are cut off, the military rations cannot be cut off.

Zhu Cilang is not a god, so it is impossible for him to produce millions of kilograms of food out of thin air. Unless Zhu Cilang wants to use military rations, but in that case, Chongzhen would never agree. Not only he would not agree, but the Ministry of War, Revenue and even the ministers would not agree.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Cilang raised his head and said, "Father, the son minister has a way. He doesn't know how to keep the military rations, and he can also place refugees. Moreover, he will not let a refugee go hungry."

The ministers were furious this time, and the whole court suddenly buzzed loudly. What's wrong with the prince? Could it be that the prince can really get millions of kilograms of food? Or is it that the prince plans to let these refugees learn to eat grass?

The ministers guessed half of the last method. Zhu Cixuan really planned to let the refugees eat grass when relocating refugees. Of course, these grasses are edible and not poisonous.

Although his son is unique and uneasy, he plays with common sense. But Chongzhen also knew that his son is definitely not the kind of nonsense person. Especially in front of the ministers, if he makes a joke, the prince will lose his prestige.

"After saying that, I want to hear, what are your good ideas."

Zhu Cixuan's words almost made Chongzhen angry: "Reply to the words of his father, my son has no good idea."

Chongzhen's face changed drastically. This rebellious son would not be here to make fun of himself. The ministers were even more shocked, "Crown Prince, what's wrong?"

Chongzhen was about to get angry and was about to scold him. Zhu Cilang, who was twice as virtuous as he kicked Liu Laifu, who was kneeling on the ground in front of all civil and military officials.

The prince was ruthless and frivolous. This alone was enough for the censors present to impeach Zhu Cilang to death.

But Zhu Cilang seemed to be indifferent. These bastard censors, I will be lucky even if I have not caused trouble for you. Apart from having a stinky mouth against the sky and the earth, what are your abilities? If you really encounter serious business, you will become mute.

Many ministers had already looked contemptuous, and the little prince was too inflated. There was still a little like being a prince there, so Long Live did not care. If this continues, it would be great.

Liu Laifu knelt on the ground and was kicked by Zhu Cixuan, then hurriedly said: "Long live, there is a way. Your Highness the Crown Prince is right. If you want to provide disaster relief, you don't need to use military rations or the food stored in the imperial village. Instead, we still have sweet potato seedlings."

Sweet potato seedlings? What the hell is that? Chongzhen was also thinking, he seemed to have heard of it. Zhu Chunchen and others were also thinking, as if someone had heard of this sweet potato seedlings.

Liu Laifu raised his head and continued, "Last year, I told Master Wansui that this sweet potato is full of treasures, and except for the tubers in the soil, the leaves of the sweet potato can also be eaten."

As soon as this said, many people suddenly realized. Even Emperor Chongzhen's eyes lit up and said in surprise: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember hearing you said. These sweet potato seedlings can be eaten."

Sweet potato seedlings, on the tens of thousands of acres of land in the imperial village, the sweet potatoes are waiting to be harvested. These sweet potato seedlings are everywhere. Originally, the villagers of the imperial village would pick some tender leaves of the sweet potato seedlings to eat. The taste is as delicious as ordinary vegetables.

Although the old sweet potato seedlings tasted almost a little hard to swallow, it was a supreme delicacy for those who were hungry.

These sweet potatoes are about to reach the season for ripening and harvesting. The sweet potato seedlings are the time when they have the greatest moisture and grow the strongest. The sweet potato cannot be moved and will be used to keep seeds next year. However, the sweet potato seedlings are used as livestock feed or even as firewood.

People like Zhu Chunchen and others had seen sweet potato seedlings in Cining Palace. After hearing what Liu Laifu said, everyone was immediately excited.

Zhu Cilang smiled slightly: "Father, as long as you allocate the corn from the granaries of various counties and mix these sweet potato seedlings to make porridge, you can place these refugees. Although the sweet potato seedlings and grain porridge is not delicious, it can survive."

That's right, for homeless refugees, who cares if the food is delicious? As long as you can eat it, sweet potatoes, seedlings, grains and rice are always a hundred times better than tree bark and wild vegetables. Moreover, this is a serious grain.

During the War of Resistance Against Japan, a lot of military rations for the soldiers were sweet potatoes, seedlings, mixed grains and rice. These could be used as staple food.

It was really a dead end and there was no way out, and there was another village. Everyone thought that if you want to provide disaster relief, you must use the food in the imperial village. Who knew that His Royal Highness had come up with such a good idea.

Sweet potato seedlings and mixed grains are life-saving food. A large number of sweet potato seedlings mixed with corn porridge, but countless living people are alive.

Excited tears came from the corners of Emperor Chongzhen's eyes. As an emperor, it was too difficult.
Chapter completed!