Emperor Chongzhen was not hungry, and he did not have any real fragrance. Instead, he just wanted to truly experience the real life of the people.

At present, it is not ideal. At least, the sweet potato seedlings and mixed grains in front of you are extremely unpalatable.

The next moment, Emperor Chongzhen vomited. This meal was so unpalatable, it was not something that people could eat at all.

The owner of the house looked at all this blankly, and they could see the noble identity of Emperor Chongzhen. But they didn't quite understand how a person with such a noble identity could eat this.

The child looked at the food he had filled with was ruined by this adult. The child also looked at Chongzhen vigilantly.

Until Chongzhen raised his head and looked at the owner of the house: "Gui Geng?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding the meaning of the two words "Emperor Chongzhen": "More, soup is not expensive, adults can just eat whatever they want."

Emperor Chongzhen sighed secretly, this is the generation gap of communication. He felt that he felt like a cow playing the piano, and the old man obviously really didn't understand.

Wang Chengen, who was standing by, had to explain kindly: "I just ask you how old you are."

Wang Chengen was still very kind. He was afraid that the other party would not understand what Gaoshou meant, so he had to add a question, how old are you?

The old man finally understood. Gaoshou knew what it meant, so he touched the back of his head awkwardly: "I am thirty-five this year, so I'll make you laugh."

Emperor Chongzhen was shocked, and even Zhu Cilang and others were shocked. They could not believe that the old man in rags and dirty clothes in front of him had wrinkles on his face and a vicissitudes of life, was only thirty-five years old.

Even Zhu Cilang thought that this person was at least in his fifties. But what he never expected was that the owner of the house was only thirty-five years old.

Chongzhen was even more surprised. He was thirty-five years old, wasn’t he the same age as him? The two of them were actually the same age.

Although Chongzhen was middle-aged, he still looked white and tender. At first glance, he was a rich noble family who was pampered and lived a luxurious life. But what did the farmer on the opposite side experience? How did he be destroyed by time to this look?

It’s really a bad thing to be a fool. At the age of thirty-five, it’s almost the same to say that he is fifty-three.

"You guys, this is what you eat on weekdays?" Chongzhen asked again.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then understood what Emperor Chongzhen was referring to: "How can you eat so well? Thanks to the court. I heard that the prince in the capital beat the bandits away, which made the people live a good life. Now we can afford rice and grow sweet potatoes, which is something we dare not even think about."

What was eating so well? Chongzhen couldn't believe his ears, and he even applauded that even if he didn't even eat this pig.

However, when the other party expressed his gratitude to the court, Emperor Chongzhen finally felt a little relieved. At least, the Ming Dynasty court was finally recognized by the people. This is more important than anything else.

Zhu Cilang was also very pleased that he traveled to this era and all he did was finally worth it. At least he proved that he did it right, right or wrong is very important!

"Then what you ate before..." Chongzhen couldn't help but ask again.

The old man's eyes turned red: "Before, I ate bark and wild vegetables before. I harvested millet and beans in autumn, and the government came to collect tuition again. I don't know whether the remaining grain can last until the beginning of spring. After the beginning of spring, I finally survived this year. If I can't hold it, I can only wait for death. There will be wild vegetables in spring, but I really can't cut the bark. The bark of the elm tree that has dozens of miles around the village has been pulled out. I have eaten poplar buds, and I have eaten too much of this thing and swollen face. I have also eaten willow leaves. The best one is elm leaves. When the wild vegetables are in spring, I can keep it..."

The "old man" said a lot, and for half an hour, the more he spoke, the more shocking he became, and Emperor Chongzhen became more and more frightened.

He finally understood what kind of situation the people of the Ming Dynasty had before, and the people were in sorrow. And how cruel the government was.

The old man's six sons survived. Before, his children died young, starved to death and died of illness and died of illness and death. His wife died of hunger in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, which was raging locust plague. The eldest son in the family died of the hands of bandits, and the remaining child is the youngest son.

The father and son depended on each other for their own lives, and they were almost unable to hold on. One year, the youngest son was so hungry that he was walking, but he was not able to do it.

At this time, the imperial village began to distribute grain, distributed seeds of crops for free, and taught the people how to plant them.

These seeds are strictly prohibited from being eaten, and once they are verified, they will be severely punished. The old man risked his life to keep half a bowl of corn seeds secretly, smashed them into powder with a stone mortar and cooked them for the child to eat, and then he was killed.

When spring is warm and flowers bloom, the autumn harvest season is in a blink of an eye. For the first time in the old man's life, he felt what a real bumper grain harvest is.

Looking at the corn all over the ground, peeling off the coat to reveal the golden corn, the "old man"'s eyes straightened.

The corn yield of one acre of land is over a dozen acres or even dozens of acres of crop yield. The corn alone will no longer be hungry this winter.

Not to mention, the half-acre sweet potatoes and the amazing production of sweet potatoes filled the entire house. The "old man"'s heartbeats accelerating and he was extremely excited.

Speaking of this, the 'old man' wiped his tears: "Good days, good days have finally come. Now, we can finally have a full meal. Next year, I will plant five acres of sweet potatoes, three acres of corn, and wheat and rice. Didn't the government issued official documents? The land for the land that was opened belongs to us. I have no other skills and have the strength. By next year, I will not be able to finish my family's grain."

That’s right, his family’s grain will be able to achieve a bumper harvest by next year.

Zhu Cixuan smiled with relief: "Yes, life will get better and better in the future."

The 'old man' grinned happily, not being defeated by the cruel life: "By the way, when I save money, I can find a wife for him when my child grows up..."

When he left this family, Emperor Chongzhen's steps were obviously much easier. He was shocked, not only because he truly experienced the sufferings of the people.

More importantly, he looked at his son with admiration. The more Emperor Chongzhen thought about it, the more shocked he became. His son's contribution was not limited to the so-called anti-breach of the enemy.

Zhu Cilang solved the food problem of the Ming Dynasty, which was the most important thing. The continuous popularization of emerging crops was the fundamental to the ultimate continuation of the Ming Dynasty.

"Ci-Yang, come here." Chongzhen greeted him.

Zhu Cixuan walked to Chongzhen and shouted softly: "Dad."
Chapter completed!