"I said second uncle, don't worry. My family has not planted a grain of corn this year, and they all planted these corns, sweet potatoes, peanuts, etc. I'm right. Also, when the imperial court harvested in autumn, it only collected 20% of the 100% as tax. This is not counting. If you recommend it to your relatives to plant it, the imperial court will reduce half of the 20% tax. You only need to pay 10% of the grain harvest."

"Good, I'm your second uncle. My mother's uncle is old. You can't cover me. Is there such a good thing?"

"I said to my second uncle, how could your nephew cheat you? Come to my house to see, my house has planted it."

Such examples are performed around the imperial village every day. One story is spread to ten and ten, and the new types of grain seeds stored in the imperial village are soon cleared out.

Even the court saved a transportation cost. Even Zhu Cilang did not expect this.

Not to mention, Dog Leg Lai Fu is born to be a piece of business material. The business in Huangzhuang is booming and the promotion of grain crops is unprecedentedly smooth.

However, no matter how smooth it is, it is only gradually becoming popular around the capital. Even in Tianjin Wei, many people still plant crops such as corn.

There is no way, I can't be impatient in this kind of thing, so I can only take it slowly.

This year, the weather is still flooding during the Little Ice Age. There is no way. Since you are in such an era, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

Fortunately, the new crop seeds in Huangzhuang have become popular this year. Now, we are waiting to see the autumn harvest. If the economic crop harvest this year is good, it can greatly alleviate the famine problem.

However, Zhu Cixuan always thinks everything is too ideal. Heavy snow in the capital in March, frost in April, severe drought in May, severe drought in June, and locust plague in July...

God seemed to be deliberately opposing the Ming Dynasty, and always gave a fatal blow at critical moments. What's so bad is that it was not only the surrounding areas of the capital, but also the severe drought in Henan, followed by Huguang and Nanjing.

Even Zhu Cilang had to get angry. He kicked the table at Zhongcui Palace: "God, damn it, this palace has provoked you. The people of the Ming Dynasty have provoked you. God, are your eyes blind? Can't you see your people starving, are your ears deaf, are you hearing your people wailing and begging?"

The eunuchs in Zhongcui Palace were so scared that their faces looked like earth, and even Sun Wangcai and Meng Fanchao were frightened. You know, no one dared to offend God.

Even Emperor Chongzhen had always admitted his mistakes and even issued a self-destruction repeatedly, begging God for blessings and blessings to the people of the Ming Dynasty.

But the prince was crazy and even started to curse in the palace. If this matter spread, it would cause a big disaster.

But Zhu Cilang still didn't care. He cursed and was really too tempting. The crops that he had finally planted were frost one after another.

The power of the Little Ice Age is really terrifying. It should be the spring of March and the revival of all things. It should be the spring and the flowers bloom, and the weather suddenly becomes extremely cold in the season of food planting.

Fortunately, the people have been accustomed to such heretical weather since the Wanli period. The corn that had just broken through the ground began to resist frost. They lit fireworks in the fields and sprinkled rice husks and hay in the fields.

This extreme weather lasted only a few days, and miraculously, the corn planted actually withstands the frost. Zhu Cilang asked Liu Laifu to collect news from all over the capital. It was not bad, and most of the corn planted grew well.

This made Zhu Cilang feel a little relieved, but then the planting of peanuts began, and severe drought began to occur in the capital. It did not rain for a long time, and the crops were once again facing a situation of no harvest.

Emperor Chongzhen brought all officials to worship the heaven and earth in the palace, begging God to rain. Zhu Cilang cursed in Zhongcui Palace, cursing the thief God harmed the people.

Finally, it was late April and early May. God finally opened his eyes and there was a big and small rain around the Gyeonggi area. At this time, it happened to be the season for planting sweet potatoes.

The people began to rush to grow sweet potatoes. After finally planting the sweet potatoes, the sweet potato seedlings recovered slightly in the ground. The drought began to continue again.

This day cannot be passed, and the endless drought has wilted the grains they have grown. Only then did the people realize that crops like corn planted may face the situation of no grain harvest or large-scale production reductions.

Although the growing corn and sweet potatoes have also suffered a lot of losses, their growth is obviously stronger than that of corn.

So, the people who came to their senses began to try their best to protect these emerging crops. They dug wells and dug water and built hydraulic power. If they really couldn't do it, they would be able to carry people on their shoulders and protect the growth of corn and sweet potatoes first.

It is strange that this sweet potato can maintain its vigorous vitality by just a little irrigation. After watering the corn, it also begins to show signs of being relieved.

However, the disadvantages of those corn, which the people have planted for thousands of years, have emerged. Even if they continue to grow after watering, their yield will be greatly reduced.

The celestial phenomena were moody. After a long drought, it suddenly ushered in a few days of heavy rain. The surrounding area of ​​the capital was heavy, and the capital even had waterlogging.

If this continues, the crops in the field will easily rot and then the entire plant will rot when they are soaked in rain.

Fortunately, the corn planted in the loess sand escaped waterlogging because of its good drainage. Sweet potatoes grew wildly like air-blown balloons.

The frowns of the people around the Gyeonggi finally stretched out, and these new grain crops saved their lives. When the autumn harvest is over, it depends on the output of these grains. At least for now, the yield of these new grain crops is dozens of times that of corn.

As long as these new types of grains are preserved this year, the people around the entire Gyeonggi will spontaneously plant these crops next year.

The people also put all their last hopes on this. If these new types of grains are high this year, they can survive this disaster year. Although it seems that every year is a disaster year. At least, it seems that this year will not be hungry again.

After heavy rain, the locust plague that the people are worried about will be suppressed. The favorite thing about locust plague is drought, and there will be locusts after a long drought.

At this time, the tender sweet potato seedlings have begun to climb and grow. People can cut off some excess leaves and mix them with these mixed grains to eat. Appropriate cuts of sweet potato leaves will not affect the yield of sweet potatoes.

Sweet potatoes are really full of treasures. They can be eaten up and down, roots, stems and leaves.

However, compared with the people around the capital, Henan, Huguang, Shanxi, Shaanxi and even Shandong, the people in Nanjing are not so lucky.

Especially in the hinterland of Henan, this grain-producing province is still worse than in previous years, which has created a soil for survival for the bandits, and Li Zicheng and others are likely to make a comeback.
Chapter completed!