With Chen Wei's roar, many civil servants then reacted and began to call on the military soldiers to come forward to excavate.

Obviously, the soldiers did not know much about potatoes, sweet potatoes and other things, but they did not dare to disobey them if they had orders on the top.

"What is this? Can you eat it?"

"It seems to be able to eat it, but I have never seen it before."

"Is it possible? It's food!!!"

"How is it possible, it's impossible, it's possible."

The soldiers and generals were talking about it. They had never seen such crops before, but such a large scene could easily remind you of something.

"Be careful, don't break it. This is a grain plant from abroad. These crops can be planted in autumn and harvested in winter."

"You guys, don't eat it. When the potatoes are sprouted, they will be poisonous. If you eat them, they will die."

"You are a bastard, that's sweet potatoes. Don't eat them. These are all grain seeds. If you eat grain seeds, it's a serious crime. You will be killed."

Many civil servants discovered that after these soldiers were dug out, some of them secretly broke them apart and ate them while they were not paying attention.

The potatoes tasted very bad naturally, but the sweet potatoes had a sweet taste.

Sweetness is really rare for the current Ming Dynasty.

"It's so sweet!"

As the first soldier who ate sweet potatoes made this sound, a group of people immediately started eating.

It attracted scolding from civil servants.

The digital generals also had a lit up their eyes, but when they heard Chen Wei's scolding, they could only scold their subordinates and dig carefully.

A large number of sacks were filled and piled up constantly.

"Be careful, count it and don't pile it up."

Some civil servants calculate the yield per mu in a region. This is an important basis. The booklet sent by Zhu An records that the yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms.

Even with thousands of people, such a large area, obviously, cannot be dug up in one day.

At sunset, most areas were dug out.

"How many, look at it, how many are there, counting it."

Dozens of civil servants and generals stared at the officials who were counting, and were anxious and kept urging them.

"It's out, and the three zones are calculated in a comprehensive manner, which is one thousand one hundred kilograms, one thousand three hundred kilograms, and nine hundred and ninety kilograms."

As soon as these words were said, the audience was suddenly filled with excitement, and even the soldiers screamed in their throats, venting their joyful emotions.

Several military generals even whistled to the sky, the civil servant looked excited and his body was trembling.

Liu Bo, the shopkeeper of Ping'an Teahouse, just watched quietly with a smile. He was too familiar with this scene.

When the boss first brought back this crop, he was also excited and ecstatic.

The heavy hands were trembling.

From the booklet provided by His Majesty, he knew that potatoes, sweet potatoes and other substances had deterioration problems.

But this doesn't matter much.

In Shen Qing's opinion, a thousand pounds per mu is a great thing, but before that, what he saw was the place where such sweet potatoes and potatoes grew.

This place is not a fertile field, but a barren mountain, and even rice fields cannot be reclaimed.

The planting conditions for these crops are too loose and there are few people around, which means that there is no need to take care of them frequently.

The rice fields are completely different.

An ancient poem says: When the sun is hoeing, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard.

A few simple sentences show that the farming of ancient farmers was not something that later generations could imagine.

There are no herbicides, fertilizers, and mechanical cultivation in later generations.

The farmers of the Ming Dynasty could only manually cultivate and work carefully. Loosen the soil, weed, water, etc. After a series, the day passed, and the next day it was repeated.

If you can produce 300 kilograms per mu, it is called fertile land. The lower-level land is only about 200 kilograms. Moreover, this is just raw grain, which can be processed into rice manually, and even less.

Moreover, this is still in the south, with abundant and developed water conservancy.

The north is even worse. Without the conditions for intensive cultivation, most of the yield per mu is 100 kilograms, and the processed food may be only 70 to 80 kilograms.

This is still a good weather, so that you can have such a rich life, pay taxes and have a full meal.

Any famine that occurs, such as locust plague, drought and flood, will basically not be able to live.

He can only become a refugee, beg everywhere, and starve everywhere.

Shenfeng is a family-leaving process. He has a very good understanding of farming and naturally understands the greatest use of sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn.

It’s not how high its yield per mu, but how it is planted.

You just need to dig a hole and bury the grains, and basically you can grow by yourself without any care.

Without affecting the rice fields, even if the yield per mu is just like rice, the yield per mu is two or three hundred kilograms, so what? At least, most people will not starve to death.

The utilization of wasteland is the biggest advantage of these crops.

The reason why many farmers cannot survive is that they do not have their own fertile land. At present, there are basically a few acres of fertile land, and if you work harder and harder, you can live a small life.

And there may be a lot of surplus every year, and you can survive even in a famine year.

But there is another very critical issue: inheritance.

The land in the Ming Dynasty has been allocated in secondary distribution, most areas are still fine.

But now it has been 25 years since Hongwu.

For example, in the early Ming Dynasty, a family was divided into several acres of land, but in ancient times, people were encouraged to have children, and basically they were making children every year.

As the descendants become more and more, these acres of land are not enough.

Due to tools, there are really not many fertile land. In this case, many descendants of the descendants of this family were destined to have no land to cultivate from birth.

In the current Ming Dynasty, such population crisis has gradually begun to take place.

So at present, the emergence of sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn is particularly important.

.........

The Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty, in the Imperial Study Room.

"Jiang Yan, come and pinch your shoulders, it hurts a little."

Zhu Yuanzhang twisted his neck and reviewed the memorial for a long time, which made his neck a little damaged, so he said to Jiang Yan.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yin immediately went up, aimed at the acupoints on His Majesty's neck, and began to gently press and pinch them.

As a personal bodyguard, Jiang Yan has the power of force on one hand, and he must learn superb massage techniques.

However, as a master of the big inner circle, Jiang Qi is very familiar with the control of acupoints.

With just a few strokes, Zhu Yuanzhang felt his shoulders relax a lot.

"Your Majesty, if your beauty is dark today, should you ask Guanglu Temple to prepare dinner first?" Jiang Yan reminded in a low voice when he saw that His Majesty no longer handled the memorial.

Of course, this may have something to do with his hunger. After all, as a warrior, he has a much higher appetite.

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned on the chair, half-squinted his eyes. When he heard this, he asked casually: "Did the chef we arranged to come to Dasun's side have returned from his studies?"

"It may take a few more days."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he frowned on him as the chefs of Guanglu Temple.

I am older and have not had the same appetite as before. I have a poor appetite and have become more and more particular about taste.

"Arrang to make lighter things in Guanglu Temple, don't be too big to eat, so we can get irritated." Zhu Yuanzhang ordered.

"Yes, your Majesty."

After Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, his body moved slightly, and Jiang Qi immediately shrank his hand, understanding that His Majesty was about to get up.

Looking at the dusk outside, Zhu Yuanzhang had been sitting for a day and thought about going out for a walk and having some activities.

At the door, the eunuch Liu He, the chief eunuch at the Sili Supervisor, was there at any time.

Jiang Yan explained to Liu He what His Majesty had just given.

Just as Liu He was about to go to Guanglu Temple in person, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly asked, "By the way, our grandson Yunwen, what have you been doing recently."

Zhu Yuanzhang still had some complicated emotions in his heart about Zhu Yunwen.

After all, if you promised to give him the throne, but now you won't give it to him anymore, you will always feel a little guilty.

"Report to Your Majesty, Your Highness Yunwen should study in the Eastern Palace at this moment."

Liu He immediately replied, and his words were changed.

Normally, the titles of Zhu Yunwen in the palace are His Royal Highness the Grand Prince.

Since he left the palace and met Zhu An, Liu He understood in his heart.
Chapter completed!