August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are activities to enjoy the moon and autumn, but the mooncakes have not appeared yet these days, so Xie Yi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Today, a series of table tables were set up in the square in front of Mingde Palace, enough for hundreds of people to sit in the seat. It is said that it is a literary meeting, but in fact it is a combination of literary meetings and banquets, and the meaning of the latter may be more obvious.

A platform was set up in the middle of the hall, which was the emperor's throne. The two seats on the left and right belonged to King Li Tai of Wei and King Li Zhi of Jin. As for Princess Yizi of Jin and Prince Li Xin of Wei, they were not qualified to participate.

The banquet was very large. As long as people were in the Central Plains and were not far from Luoyang, they received invitations from King Li Tai of Wei. They said it was an invitation, but it was no different from the imperial edict. As long as they were not seriously ill and were bedridden and mourned at funerals, they had to come to the banquet obediently.

The seating arrangement was also quite particular. The left servant Fang Xuanling and Hejian County Prince Li Xiaogong ranked first in the left and right, followed by Cheng Zhijie and Zhang Liang, and Hou Junji also came from Chenzhou specifically.

In addition, there are Li Baiyao, the Minister of Rites, Cui Renshi, the Censor of the Palace, Cui Zhiwen, the Governor of Shaanxi Province, Lu Yanqing, the Scholar of the Eastern Palace, Lu Chengqing, the Left Chief of the Shangshu, Zheng Zhixian, the Order of Pingyin, Xinzheng County, and Wang Renyou, the magistrate of Luoshan County...

The position is not important, the surname is Cui Lu, Zheng, Wang and Li. The five aristocratic families are all among them, and they are the representative figures of Shandong gentry in the court.

It happened that these people were either in Chang'an or in the local area, but recently they received an order from the Crown Prince Li Chengqian to go out for business. The location happened to be within the Central Plains and not far from Luoyang, so they naturally received an invitation from King Li Tai of Wei.

If only one or two people were invited, it would be a coincidence. But after arriving in Luoyang and seeing each other, everyone knew it clearly that His Majesty the Emperor had done it intentionally and intended to let the representatives of the "Five Surnames and Seven Hopes" come to Dongdu for a banquet.

In addition to them, there are some talented scholars from various families scattered in their seats. Of course, representatives or children from Shandong, which are relatively small, have representatives or children. What is more special is that there are also some local gentry, civilians, and farmers in Luoyang.

There is no doubt that His Majesty Li Er took great pains to hold a banquet in Mingde Palace under the pressure of great force, with the intention of these Shandong families.

Eating and drinking do not solve the problem, and banquets are just means, so what can His Majesty Li Er sell in his gourd?

...

The bright moon is shining, the autumn wind is gentle, and it is a little cold. Xie Yi is very glad that he wants the demeanor and the temperature. It is just that the food on the table is already cold as soon as it was served, so he didn't plan to have someone eat it at all. Li Er's way of treating guests is really...

Look, under the hundreds of bright lights, no one moved his chopsticks at all, and they were staring at His Majesty Li Er, a little complaining, expecting, and nervous.

Perhaps because I felt that time had ripe, Li Shimin said loudly: "I have a few words to say here. The autumn rains in the past few days caused Luozhou to be almost completely harvested, and most of the people were damaged. I am very sad. To help Luo, the people suffering from disasters in Shaanxi Province survived the difficulties, they were exempted from two years of taxes and gave them rice, grain, cloth and silk according to the people."

"Your Majesty is wise, Your Majesty is kind!" All the officials almost flattered each other, but they were also very mechanical, waiting for the emperor to reveal the big news, but in the end... what's the pants, just listen to me?

"Whenever I encounter floods and droughts, what I worry most is that the people are hungry. Fortunately, this flood in Luozhou is close to Hanjia Cang, so I can transport grain nearby for disaster relief. If not, if it is convenient, I can transport grain from Jiangnan."

Li Shimin seemed to be chatting about family matters and sighed leisurely: "But it is another place, without the fullness of granaries and the convenient transportation of water, what should we do? So, I have been thinking, how great it would be if there were crops with a yield of several stones per mu, more than ten stones, or even dozens of stones, so that the people's granaries would be filled with sufficient surplus grain!"

When the subjects below heard this, they either moved their hearts or wanted to laugh out loud. Is His Majesty Li Er crazy? He wants to be crazy about food. A dozen stones or dozens of stones of crops, dream about it!

However, Nian was solemn on the occasion, His Majesty Li Er looked worried about the country and the people, and everyone restrained them, but did not laugh out loud.

Li Shimin changed the subject: "It's a pity that the wheat in Guanzhong can only produce two or three stones, and the rice in Jiangnan only produces five or six stones per mu, more than ten stones, and dozens of stones of grain... I thought it was not, but as a result, someone brought me some seeds..."

Everyone present was shocked, right? Hearing this, the emperor means that there is really a grain yield of more than ten stones per mu. How is it possible? Is it possible that we don’t know how to farm, right?

"Your Majesty, do you really have such crops?" an old gentleman asked in a trembling voice.

"Xie Yi, Zi of Huaiyang County, come and tell everyone."

Everyone's eyes fell on the sixth case in the left head. There was a young man sitting there. Judging from the seats, his status was not low. Looking at his age, at first everyone thought he was a royal family member or a noble descendant. Unexpectedly, he was a man in Huaiyang County with a small rumor... Why did he become a county again?

"I obey the order!" Xie Yi stood up calmly and made his debut in front of hundreds of officials and Shandong talents for the first time.

"I am Xie Yi, a native of Huaiyang, Chenzhou, accidentally fell into the water last winter. In the critical moment, I was rescued by a fairy man with white beard and white hair. The fairy man gave me a few seeds and taught the methods of planting, namely corn, potatoes, peppers and tomatoes."

Xie Yi said loudly: "Then the old immortal man rode a green ox away. He thought he was in a dream, but the seeds were placed beside him, and he realized that it was not illusory."

What's the situation? It seems very bizarre, corn, potatoes...what is that? The old fairy man with white beard and white hair and a green cow riding...

While everyone was thinking, Xie Yi continued to say loudly: "Because the immortal told me in his dream, he would offer the seeds to His Majesty the Emperor, and he would do it after the spring is over.

In spring and summer, Your Majesty leveled the Luoyang Palace Imperial Garden as a nursery, worked hard to cultivate it with me, and this year... the fruits of the first season have ripe."

Cough, Xie Yi was helpless. At this moment, there was no choice but to flatter him. Everyone came to their senses. The key point was that the new grain... Is it really a yield of more than ten stones per mu? How could it be?

"Bring it up!" Li Shimin stood up and waved his hand, and dozens of guards carried several large jars and placed them under the steps.

Xie Yi stepped forward and said, "To avoid floods, the fruits in the Imperial Garden have been harvested. There are still a few plants here. Please witness the appearance of the fruits and their yields."

Under the light, the corn stalk was already a little yellow, but it was still standing upright, and the two rods were almost drying out, but they were very full.

Xie Yi stepped forward, broke off the stick, peeled off the shell in front of all the faces, removed the corn whiskers, raised the yellow corn cobs high, and then clenched the corn kernels one by one...

Is this corn? Everyone's eyes widened, sure they had never seen it. It was really a new crop?

"According to the number of plants per mu of land and the number produced per plant, each mu of land can conservatively produce three to four stones." Xie Yi said loudly: "The taste and yield of this product are better than that of minced, millet, and close to the wheat noodles... In the future, wheat is planted on both sides of the Yellow River in winter and corn in summer, and its yield is..."

Without Xie Yi's words, the people below...especially the last gentry and farmers, they have calculated clearly by their fingers. They can harvest five or six stones of grain per mu of land, and can catch up with the fertile land in Yangzhou...

"Also, this thing is called potatoes. Two thousand plants can be planted per acre of land. Now let's see how much one can produce?" Xie Yi smiled, took an iron hammer from the guard's hand, and smashed it on the large tank.

A classic picture was frozen at this moment, and was later written by Yan Liben to commemorate it. Many years later, historical books called it - Xie Gong smashed the jar and shocked the world!

The jar was broken and the soil was splashing everywhere!

Xie Yi reached out and digged out four or five fruits of all sizes from it. The appearance seemed to be similar to yam, but no one had seen it before.

Weighing the potatoes on the spot, a total of two pounds and one ounce of one ounce...

Two thousand plants per acre, that's... Oh my God! Forty stones per acre?!

The court officials and talented scholars widened their eyes and were incredible. The farmer at the end was already crying and cried loudly. He had never seen grain produced forty stones per mu for generations? Just plant one or two acres, and the whole family would never go hungry again...

"The high yield of this product is obvious to everyone, and it is drought-resistant and easy to live. Even if it is a barren land and a drought year, it can produce more than ten stones."

"Is it true?" someone asked in a low voice, probably wondering if the royal family deliberately stuffed more fruits into the jar in order to make a show?

"It's true." Li Shimin took the opportunity to step forward and said loudly: "The seeds are limited at present, and I am sending more people to cultivate them... After three or five years, I will gradually distribute the seeds to the world, let the farmers in the world plant themselves, weigh them, and see how much the yield per mu is? To verify whether I have any false words!"
Chapter completed!