Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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In fact, Fang Jifan was a little nervous. Although the potatoes had gone through a round of breeding, Fang Jifan knew that the potatoes of this era were obviously far different from those of later generations.

Fang Jifan rolled up his sleeves himself, and all the lieutenants looked fierce, sharpening their knives.

Zhang Xin looked solemn, and personally ordered someone to dismantle the greenhouse, and an acre of potato fields appeared before his eyes.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at this lush green field with deep eyes.

There was a whisper behind him, as if he had some doubts about the potato field.

This... is really the staple food?

At this time, someone had already brought a large scale, and at the same time, there were scribes from the Qianhu Office preparing records.

Everything was ready, Fang Jifan didn't intend to be a spectator, he squatted down and dug out the first potato plant from the ground.

This is a bunch of fruits that are bigger than eggs. After digging out gently, the school captain on the side immediately took it from Fang Jifan's hand, holding it with both hands, and slowly went to the other side.

The clerk began to drop the scale: "Three catties and six taels!"

Then, more than a dozen school lieutenants went down to the ground together, and began to dig out bunches of potatoes on the ground, and the number of scribes reported more and more, and there were even a lot of potatoes that were too late to be weighed, and they were piled aside.

"Three stones..."

When the scribe reported to Sanshi, Emperor Hongzhi's pupils had already begun to shrink.

The staple food... Sanshi... This means that its output has begun to exceed that of rice in the south.

Doesn't it mean...with sweet potatoes, with potatoes, Daming can solve the problem of food shortage once and for all?

But today's population is only 20 million households according to the statistics in the yellow book of the imperial court. If you include hidden households, it will be no more than 30 million households at most, and the population will not exceed tens of millions.

Now, the poor yield of rice and wheat alone is indeed stretched, and if three stones of staple food can be grown in the desert and Liaodong, how many people can be fed.

It's just that apparently...it's not over yet.

There are many potatoes piled up on the side, and the potatoes in the ground are still digging.

"Five stones!"

When this number was reported, Emperor Hongzhi, Liu Jian and others almost felt that they were going crazy, and their scalps were numb.

Five stones...it's five stones...

This yield is more than double that of the rice in the entire south. Such an yield per mu is already terrifying.

This is the staple food.

Emperor Hongzhi stepped on the mud involuntarily, stepped forward, and then walked behind Fang Jifan, then bent his body slightly, as if he wanted to see how Fang Jifan dug out the potatoes one by one.

I saw Fang Jifan gently digging out layers of floating soil with his hands, and then a fruit appeared, connected to the rhizome, followed by the second and third, a large bunch of potatoes was gently pulled out by Fang Jifan .

Emperor Hongzhi already felt that his mind was completely messed up.

His Majesty was stunned, but Liu Jian and the others were not much better. When the clerk reported to Shishi, the air suddenly became quiet.

What does ten stone mean?

It means that under the existing land, Daming's grain production can be directly tripled.

Three times.

That's all, the most important thing is, if Liaodong and the desert can also be planted, how much more food can be added and how many people can be fed?

This is almost unimaginable. Sweet potatoes are enough to prevent famines in Ming Dynasty, and potatoes can make people in the world full.

Liu Jian suppressed the excitement in his heart, and kept staring at the scale, for fear that someone would tamper with it.

However, the process of collecting potatoes is still going on, and the potatoes that are like hills next to them are weighed one by one, and the flow is endless, which makes people dizzy.

"Fifteen stone!"

The Hanlin scholar already covered his heart, feeling that his heart was beating too hard.

His mind was buzzing, is this... a world of great rule? Oops... Oops, his expression changed.

Suddenly, he thought of a terrible thing.

I have to study, I have to hurry up and go back to my hometown. The Shen family is a big family, a first-class big family in the village, with thousands of hectares of fertile land, this is the ancestral property of the Shen family, it is the foundation.

Since the year of Chenghua, with the peace of the world, the population has increased, with more people and less land, resulting in continuous rise in land prices. In just twenty years, the price of grain fields has more than tripled.

The gentry are eager to annex the land.

why?

Because it is foreseeable that the future population will only increase, and the land... is limited after all, and the food grown in the ground is also extremely limited. There is no need to be hungry, hungry people are willing to give everything for food, because if you don’t eat food, you have to die, if you want to live, you have to sell your sons and daughters, and sell all valuable things in exchange for food.

In Daming, merging land was a lucrative business.

The Shen family has many lands, many, many.

just now...

This Hanlin student, listening to the numbers reported by the clerk again and again, felt terrified, and a bold thought popped up in his mind... so many lands had to be sold.

When there is more and more food, people will

Don't worry about going hungry, land prices will definitely drop.

If there are more refugees who can't eat enough to go to Liaodong or the desert, there is plenty of land there, as long as they are willing to cultivate it, then... how can the price of this land rise?

He really had mixed feelings in his heart, and at this moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Fifteen shi per mu, this is smashing people's jobs, but it is saving the world.

Morality and interests kept swaying in his mind, making his head dizzy, and a wry smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Twenty stone."

When the number was reported by the scribe, Shen Wen's face was already numb.

Is there a difference between fifteen stone and twenty stone?

There is an egg difference, even if Daming's population is doubled, he can still support him.

On the other side, Emperor Hongzhi stared at Fang Jifan collecting potatoes, he had forgotten the scribe's report, and he only concentrated on watching Fang Jifan's hands flying in the field, becoming more and more proficient.

Unstoppable, Emperor Hongzhi also squatted down.

You Fang Jifan can.

I can too.

He imitated Fang Jifan's way of digging the soil, digging into the ground, digging and digging, but nothing happened.

Fang Jifan looked sideways, and couldn't help looking at Emperor Hongzhi with a confused expression: "Your Majesty... that... you dug in the wrong place. This is the ground, and there... is the ditch for water diversion."

"Oh." Emperor Hongzhi didn't feel ashamed because of Fang Jifan's careful reminder. He finally dug out a potato in the direction Fang Jifan pointed.

The heavy fruit fell into his hands. Emperor Hongzhi looked at the fruit strangely, even though the fruit was still covered with muddy water.

The lieutenant who was picking up potatoes on the scale did not dare to pick them up, his face was so frightened that he froze in the ridge of the field, looking at a loss.

On the other hand, Xiao Jing, suddenly understood something, he gave His Majesty a meaningful look, and did not persuade, His Majesty did it himself, can he still be idle?

Behind him, a little eunuch wanted to step forward to help dig potatoes, but Xiao Jing gave him a murderous look, the little eunuch was so frightened that he didn't dare to show his breath, and quickly stepped back three steps.

This kind of flattery is also something you can shoot. What kind of thing are you, and you are also qualified?

Xiao Jing sneered in his heart, but then he showed a modest smile, also squatted on the ground, and worked together with Emperor Hongzhi to dig out a bunch of potatoes.

"Twenty-five stones..."

When this number is reported.

Shen Wen, a Hanlin scholar, fell to the ground.

Completely passed out.

Very angry.

It may not be because of extreme anger, but this is too shocking, he has too many thoughts in his mind, he naturally knows that this is a great joyous event to be celebrated by the whole world, even if the Shen family loses some benefits, if it can be exchanged for a peaceful world, and Why not.

But in my heart, there is a little bit of distress, the ancestral property, those are the ancestral lands, if you don't sell them, you may just sit back and watch the land prices drop for a round, and in the end it will become less and less valuable, but if you sell it, don't you... Like Fang Jifan, he became a prodigal son who sold his father's land?

Ever since, when he heard twenty-five stones, he finally couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground.

What's even more strange is that at this moment, the Hanlin scholar passed out, and no one paid attention to him. It's not because Shen Wen's popularity is bad, but because... everyone's energy is not focused on other places.

"Thirty stone..."

Squatting on the ground, already muddy and filthy, Emperor Hongzhi, who had dug out a few bunches of potatoes, suddenly trembled, his hands still stuck in the mud...

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes were a little red, not because he wanted to cry, but because he was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself.

Xiao Jing, who was at the side, happily followed His Majesty to plan potatoes. Seeing His Majesty doing this, he also stopped and looked at Emperor Hongzhi.

"Your Majesty... this is a great gift from heaven to His Majesty..."

Xiao Jing lowered his voice and said to Emperor Hongzhi.

Only then did Emperor Hongzhi come to his senses, and then he glanced at Fang Jifan and the others, and continued digging silently.

When the count reached thirty-three stones, everything... came to an end.

Fang Jifan felt a little pain in his waist. At this time, he realized the feelings of Zhang Xin and Zhu Houzhao. Farming...is really hard work.

He stood up tremblingly with the help of a school lieutenant, panting heavily.

Thirty-three stones can be said to have greatly exceeded my expectations.

Naturally, these thirty-three stones are not without water. For example, the potatoes were not washed clean when they were weighed, so there was still a lot of mud on them.

Another example, many rotten potatoes, don't care about the scales.

The real amount, which can be called grain, is probably no more than twenty-three or four shi.

But so what? Whether it is a general number or a precise number, this number has swept away everything, far surpassing all the staple food in the eyes of the emperors and ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

Fang Jifan couldn't help cheering in his heart, well done!

This sentence refers to Fang Jifan himself.

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