Xie Qian looked deranged.
Emperor Hongzhi was stunned.
Liu Jian and Li Dongyang stood behind him.
His mouth was wide open and motionless, like a statue.
Everything that happened just now…
The impact on the few of them was really too great.
According to the Crown Prince.
The sweet potatoes that they had just eaten!
The yield per mu was at least 5,000 catties!
It was even possible to break through 7,000 jin!
One had to know that in these years, the yield of rice and chestnuts per mu was only 300 to 400 catties.
And the annual output of sweet potatoes could actually match the output of rice and chestnuts for more than ten years.
If the world's grain production was like this, so what if there was a disaster!
At that time, there would be no more starving people in the world!
Crazy!
They were all crazy!
The few elders in the hall looked at Zhu Houzhao with crazed expressions.
That silly smile made Zhu Houzhao, who was standing beside them, suddenly feel a chill run down his spine.
As for Emperor Hongzhi, after his initial shock, he was ecstatic.
The prince destroyed the Tartars in the north, expanded the territory, and made great achievements!
Now, they were offering good seeds, with a yield of 5,000 per mu, which could be said to be beneficial for thousands of years!
How could Emperor Hongzhi not be happy with such meritorious service!
How could he not be excited!
After all, this was his son!
Emperor Hongzhi, who was sitting on the dragon throne, turned to look at Zhu Houzhao, who had an indifferent expression.
While secretly praising him for having the demeanor of an emperor, the more he looked at him, the happier he became.
Should he use this opportunity to pass the throne directly to the Crown Prince?
Should he retire obediently, hide in the harem, and quietly become the Retired Emperor?
Just as everyone was letting their imagination run wild.
Zhu Houzhao's gaze swept across everyone present. Seeing how everyone was making a fuss over nothing, he could not help but shake his head and say,
"You guys are making a fuss over nothing.
It's just a sweet potato. Is there a need to act like this?
If it's because you haven't eaten enough, I'll send someone to deliver some more from the Western Mountain Imperial Manor.”
The three pavilion elders below the hall.
Hearing the Crown Prince's understatement…
He immediately felt indignant about the treatment the sweet potato had suffered.
The three Pavilion Elders who had wanted to refute him.
The sweet potatoes belonged to the Crown Prince.
The indignance that had just risen in their hearts immediately turned into helplessness. They looked at Zhu Houzhao with aggrieved expressions.
On the other hand, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have suddenly thought of something as he looked at Zhu Houzhao and asked.
"Pin 'er, you said just now that if you haven't eaten enough, you can ask the Western Mountain Imperial Manor to send some more.
Are there many sweet potatoes in Xishan Imperial Manor?”
Zhu Houzhao shook his head and said softly.
"Not much. Your son just planted this thing and didn't dare to plant too much at once.”
Zhu Houzhao recalled for a moment and said with uncertainty,"
"Looking at the scale, it looks like it's only about a thousand mu of land?”
Thud!
Zhu Houzhao's casual words immediately made the three Pavilion Elders stagger!
More than 1,000 mu!
Not much?
The capital's West Mountain only had a small amount of land.
He had actually planted thousands of acres in one go!
In the eyes of the Crown Prince, this was not much?
Emperor Hongzhi's eyes widened in shock.
He originally only wanted to order more roasted sweet potatoes.
After hearing these words, he immediately stood up from the dragon throne.
He even had a yearning look on his face and wanted to go to the West Mountain Imperial Manor to take a look.
"Pin 'er?"
"Your son is here!"
"That…I want to go to the West Mountain to take a look!”
After Emperor Hongzhi finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Houzhao with anticipation.
The three pavilion elders standing at the side also echoed,"
"I'm also willing to go!"
"I'm also willing to go!"
Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows. He had originally planned to return to the Western Mountain Imperial Manor after everything here was settled.
Therefore, when he heard Emperor Hongzhi's words, he did not refuse and said directly.
"It just so happens that I have to go back to Xishan Imperial Manor to deal with some matters later. Let's go together!”
……
West Mountain Imperial Manor.
Emperor Hongzhi and the three cabinet elders had just alighted from the sedan chair.
He looked at the endless farmland in shock.
Previously, because of the wall outside, the few of them did not see the scene inside the imperial villa.
It was only after Emperor Hongzhi and the three Pavilion Elders entered that they realized.
They had never seen the plants before.
Could it be that this was the seedling of the sweet potato?
Thinking of this, Emperor Hongzhi turned to Zhu Houzhao and asked,
"Pin 'er, are these the sweet potato seedlings?
I really didn't expect that this sweet potato looks big, but its seedlings are also different.
But why don't I see where the sweet potato knot is? Could it be in the soil?"
"Imperial Father, sweet potatoes do grow in the soil. They have another name, called sweet potatoes. As the name suggests, they are melons that grow in the soil.”
After Zhu Houzhao said this, he looked at Emperor Hongzhi who was walking towards the seedlings. He looked a little embarrassed and said softly,
"However, Imperial Father, you're mistaken. This isn't a sweet potato seedling.”
" Uh…" Hearing this, Emperor Hongzhi was embarrassed.
He felt that he had never seen such a seedling before, so his curiosity was piqued. He asked Zhu Houzhao,
"Pin 'er, what is this?"
"This! This is called corn!"
"Corns?"
"Yes!"
"Is it also something that Big Ming didn't have before?"
"Yes!"
"Then what is the production capacity per mu?”
When Zhu Houzhao heard Emperor Hongzhi's question, he immediately pursed his lips and replied.
"It! It's far worse than sweet potatoes!"
Emperor Hongzhi and the three cabinet elders looked regretful when they heard this.
Zhu Houzhao wasn't too sure about the yield of corn, but he knew that it definitely couldn't compare to sweet potatoes, so he said vaguely.
"If I remember correctly, the yield per mu of corn is only about 1,000 catties.”
Puff!
The three elders staggered again.
It weighed more than 1,000 pounds!
He actually said it so casually!
It was only natural!
Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince really didn't know the yield per mu of rice and chestnuts?
If this was just 'so', then what was the grain that had been planted for thousands of years!
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