"When you were playing with mud, you casually told me the secret recipe for making refined salt?”
"This is too much nonsense!"
"Prince Jin is only three years old! If this is true, we old men would really be too ashamed to face anyone!”
"Haha! Our thousand-year-old family is still inferior to a three-year-old child!”
After the family heads woke up from their shock, they shook their heads and smiled bitterly!
"Investigate! This matter must be thoroughly investigated! This old man would like to see if this three-year-old Prince Jin is really so amazing!”Cui Yanmu said seriously!
Cui Min Gan sighed,
"Brother Yanmu, even if you found out, what can you do? The most important thing now is that the imperial court can produce refined salt. Moreover, the imperial court also has a yield of 2,000 catties of hybrid rice per mu. This has a huge impact on our aristocratic families!”
Cui Yanmu and the other family heads thought about it and nodded, thinking that what Cui Mingan said made sense!
"Master Cui, what do you think we should do now?”Li Wei raised his head and asked.
"It will be difficult. The future of our aristocratic families will be difficult.”Cui Mingan shook his head, his face full of confusion." Tell your clansmen who are in charge of grain trading that if the imperial court wants to buy more grain, sell it to the imperial court at market price! Right now, we have to build a good relationship with the Imperial Court!
Then, each clan sent out their spies to investigate! He had to get the secret recipe for refined salt and the hybrid rice seeds that the imperial court had! If the Imperial Court has it, we must have it too. Otherwise, the Imperial Court will hold our lifeline!”
Cui Yanmu and the other family heads all followed Cui Mingan's lead.
"Yes, Old Master Cui is right.”
"We'll do as Master Cui says!”
"If the imperial court has the secret recipe and technology, our aristocratic families must also have it!”
"Otherwise, how could we possibly arm wrestle with the Imperial Court?”
After the matter was settled, these family heads left one after another.
However, Cui Min Gan still slumped on the chair with a dejected expression.
Whether it was refined salt or hybrid rice that could produce 2,000 catties per mu,
The blow to Cui Min Gan was extremely huge!
When he found out that these were from the three-year-old King of Jin,
Cui Mingan was even more shocked!
"Prince Jin is only three years old and he already has such ability! If we let him grow up, wouldn't he be a huge threat to our families?”
"No! He had to bet on the Crown Prince! He had to make the Crown Prince ascend the throne as soon as possible! This way, our Boling Cui clan can continue to be stable!”
Cui Mingan quickly made up his mind!
Just like how he had bet on Li Jiancheng before, Cui Mingan was now betting on Li Jiancheng again!
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Hedong Dao!
Under the arrangement of the imperial court, countless disaster victims finally got to drink thick congee. The food they used was naturally the hybrid rice in Li Zhi's farmland!
Cen Wen Wen was a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Revenue. He had been specially arranged by Du Ruhui to come to the east of the river to preside over the disaster relief!
Just now, Cen Wen had given him a mouthful of congee!
It had to be said!
Cen Wen Wen was very shocked because the congee used for disaster relief was actually several times more delicious than the food he usually ate!
The disaster victims naturally discussed among themselves.
"Hiss! Was this porridge really for disaster relief?”
"That's right! It's actually so dense!"
"Haha! The imperial court has really invested a lot this time. It's also for the sake of our Hedong Dao!”
"Sigh! Thanks to this thick porridge, otherwise we would have really starved to death.”
"Many people have already starved to death! Fortunately, the imperial court's disaster relief food came in time!”
"By the way, did you guys notice that this congee is very delicious? It's better than all the porridge I've eaten before!”
"I noticed it too. However, this should be an illusion caused by our hunger.”
"Yes, yes, it must be an illusion. We're just too hungry!”
The disaster victims also felt that the congee was delicious! However, for the disaster victims, being full was a hundred times more important than whether it tasted good or not!
Cen Wen stood on the high platform and shouted at the hundreds of thousands of disaster victims gathered here,"
"Everyone, more than 5,000 carts of food have been transported from Chang 'an! Don't worry, the Imperial Court will never forget you. We will definitely let you escape the disaster and let you have your fill!”
Hearing Cen Wen Wen's words.
Countless disaster victims raised their arms and shouted,
"Oh! Long live the Imperial Court! Long live Your Majesty!"
"Long live the Imperial Court! Long live Your Majesty!"
Cen Wen Wen said,"
"The grain you are eating now is produced in Guanzhong. It's called hybrid rice, and it's personally cultivated by Prince Jin!”
"Because it's a new type of grain, the taste is especially good! I have another piece of good news to tell everyone. The hybrid rice can reach a yield of 2,000 catties per mu. When spring comes next year, Hedong Province will be the first to start planting hybrid rice! Therefore, during the autumn harvest tomorrow, Hedong Road would definitely reap a bumper harvest!”
Wu!
As soon as he said this! All the disaster victims in Hedong Province were boiling with excitement!
The imperial court had only given the disaster relief grain to let the disaster victims live on and to satisfy their physical needs!
But what about the victims?
Because of the drought, they had no harvest, and a year of hard work had been wasted.
At this time, many of the disaster victims had already lost all hope of survival.
However, Cen Wenwen's words just now…
It is said that hybrid rice can reach two thousand catties per mu.
It directly gave them hope of survival!!
"Oh my god! Was this true? The hybrid rice could reach two thousand catties per mu!”
"Haha! It must be true! The one who spoke was an official of the Imperial Court!"
"That's right. Why would an official of the Imperial Court lie to us?”
"Excited! He was too excited! The yield per mu was two thousand jin! Then next year, we will definitely have a bumper harvest!”
"The imperial court treats us disaster victims well! He knew that the drought in Hedong Road was serious, so he gave priority to Hedong Road to plant the new type of rice!”
As they spoke, countless disaster victims put down their bowls and kowtowed to Cen Wen Wen!
Cen Wen Wen was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor and hurriedly walked down from the high platform.
The discussions of the disaster victims continued.
"Prince Jin is only three years old! He could cultivate rice that could produce 2,000 catties per mu?”
"If not, the princes are all geniuses!”
"No matter what, King Jin has saved all the victims of the disaster in our Hedong Road. He is the benefactor of all the victims!”
"Later, when we get home, I will set up a longevity token for Prince Jin!”
"I want to establish it too! He must let a good person like Prince Jin live a long life!”
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