Zhu Biao had only learned about farming when he was young, and he could see the clues.
Xu Da and Zhu Yuanzhang were truly from a humble background.
They knew more about farming.
The moment he saw the golden paddy field.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da then pulled out a stalk of rice, one after the other, and fiddled with it in their palms to observe.
"This fifth brother!"
Old Zhu looked at the large amount of rice in his hand, his heart filled with shock.
At first, he really didn't pay much attention to the fact that No. 5 liked to dig into the ground.
In fact, the reason why he took the initiative to be a notary this time was so that No. 5 could change this bad habit and learn from Xu Da.
However, the ears of rice planted by Old Fifth were even longer and more plump than the ears of rice that Yang Xian, the crafty minister who deceived his subordinates and deceived his superiors, bought from Nanyang merchants at a high price in order to show his political achievements. Even the amount of rice produced from a single ear was more.
There was no doubt that the yield per mu of this paddy field would definitely exceed that of ordinary paddy fields.
However, he would only know how much the yield per mu would increase after harvesting.
Xu Da was also shocked by the ear of rice in his hand. He looked at Zhu Xiong in surprise.
She had really misunderstood him in the past.
Coincidentally, at this moment, Zhu Biao came over with Zhu Xiong.
The son-in-law looked at each other.
"Uncle Xu, what do you think of my paddy field?”
A confident smile appeared on Zhu Rong's pale face.
"Not bad!"
Xu Da had always focused on the matter and not the person.
"Uncle Xu, I have a total of ten mu of experimental land here. We won't calculate it according to the highest yield per mu. After all, that would be too accidental.”
"No problem."
Compared to Xu Da and Zhu Rong, Zhu Yuanzhang was even more anxious.
He had long forgotten about the bet between his son and his in-laws. At this moment, he wanted to know what the yield of the rice planted by his fifth brother was.
As the emperor of Ming Dynasty, it was his most urgent pursuit to let the people of the country eat rice.
And the increase in yield per mu was the most direct way.
"Men, harvest all the rice in this paddy field.”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
Immediately, a group of eunuchs and soldiers went into the fields to harvest with sickles.
"Second Brother, Fourth Brother, look at the expressions of Eldest Brother, Imperial Father, and Uncle Xu after seeing this paddy field. I feel that Fifth Brother is going to win!”
"If Fifth Brother can really increase the yield per mu, then he has really made a great contribution.”
"Hehe, in comparison, I'd rather see Fifth Brother wipe out Uncle Xu's family's girls in one go.”
Zhu Di laughed as he watched the commotion.
In front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the large paddy field in front of him, eager to see the result.
Muttering voices suddenly came from behind him. He turned around abruptly.
"What are you guys still standing there for? Go down and harvest the rice for us. All of you are lazy. None of you can compare to Old Fifth.”
Zhu Xi was speechless.
Old Zhu was really good at eating.
In the past, it was all his fault for drilling into the fields all day long and not thinking about making progress.
Now that the results were out, he immediately became a positive teaching material.
Zhu Rong and the others were also speechless.
Fifth Brother had become popular just like that?
"Fourth brother, it's all your fault. Why are you laughing so loudly? If it wasn't for you, would we have been captured by father?”
Zhu Liu complained to Zhu Di.
"Tsk, third brother, you should save some energy to harvest the rice.”
Zhu Di pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Let's go, let's go. Stop muttering. Imperial Father has been staring at us!”
Zhu Xiong immediately pulled his two younger brothers, each holding a sickle, and joined the harvesting army.
Zhu Biao, who was supporting Zhu Xi, saw that his younger brothers didn't even know how to hold a sickle. He hurriedly reminded them to avoid being cut by the sickle.
"Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, harvesting rice is not like you. The rice stalks are very slippery. If you go down like this, it's easy to slip and cut your fingers.”
"You have to bend the rice with one hand, hold the sickle with the other hand, and then cut it diagonally toward yourself."
The sickle was not a joke. If he was not careful, he might even lose his fingers. Zhu Biao was really worried.
Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head to look at Zhu Biao and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Boss, don't just stand there. Go down and harvest the rice. At the same time, teach these lazy kids how to do farm work properly. Don't let them embarrass our Zhu family.”
Almost at the same time, Zhu Biao noticed that his three younger brothers turned around and smiled at him.
Zhu Biao was speechless.
I'm really worried too much. Zhu Xi, Zhu Xi, and Zhu Di are not retarded. They can learn such a simple task by watching from the side. How can they make such a low-level mistake?
They're clearly dragging me down with them.
Zhu Biao wanted to cry.
However, since Old Zhu had already spoken, he could only accept his fate. He handed Old Fifth to Empress Ma, picked up a sickle, and joined the harvesting army.
Zhu Rong snickered when he saw this.
However, this kind of 'brotherly' scene warmed his heart.
In the Imperial City, there were not many brothers who could get along like Old Zhu's family.
Which dynasty's princes didn't scheme against each other for the throne?
However, how many more years could this kind of brotherhood last?
....
Ten mu of paddy fields was not a small number.
However, the number of people participating in the harvest was huge.
In the afternoon, the ten mu of rice fields were all harvested.
Zhu Biao, Zhu Xi, and the other brothers were covered in mud.
However, none of them were in a hurry to wash up. Instead, they looked ahead, looking forward.
In comparison, Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da were more eager, and they were just short of doing it themselves.
After fifteen minutes of intense weighing, the results were finally out.
Although the Head Eunuch Wang Jinghong was sweating profusely and covered in mud, he was in a sorry state. However, when he ran over, his fat face was smiling even brighter than a chrysanthemum.
"Your Majesty, great joy, great joy!"
"The ten mu of paddy fields planted by His Highness King Wu produced a total of 6378 jin.”
"The average yield per mu is 637.8 catties.”
Wang Jinghong knelt on the ground and shouted loudly. Everyone could hear him clearly.
"What?!"
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da stood up from their chairs in shock.
His eyes were filled with shock and horror.
Not only them, Zhu Biao and the others also revealed extremely shocked expressions.
The only person who was calm was Zhu Rong.
He had already expected this yield. In fact, the yield per mu was even worse than he had expected.
However, he could understand. After all, he couldn't use any pesticide or even fertilizer. The production was entirely due to the fertile soil of the Imperial Manor.
In the future, if he could produce fertilizer according to the local method, the production would definitely soar.
The only pity was that without a supporting industrial foundation, the possibility of producing a pesticide was almost zero.
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