For thousands of years, the nine provinces of China had been self-sufficient and had never needed external forces. They did not like the sea that much.
In the nine provinces of China, if the foreign barbarians had it, China could have it. Even if they didn't have it, China didn't need those scraps.
What the nine provinces of China had, the foreign barbarians did not.
For thousands of years, from the Silk Road to maritime trade, the nine provinces of China had always been at the top, sitting at the top of the pyramid.
They were all foreign barbarians who rushed to China to trade. Whether they sold or not depended on the imperial court's expression and the emperor's mood.
This also signified that, according to the development of history, the Great Ming Dynasty would not snatch the scrap metal of foreign barbarians. The concept of the fallen leaves returning to their roots was that as long as they could survive, no one would be willing to bury their bones in a foreign land and flee far away.
Zhu Xiong Ying said," Grandpa, there are many good things on the sea. If Great Ming gives up on the sea, how will we deal with future enemies who come from the sea?"”
"On the sea? Other than a pile of rotten fish and shrimps, what else could there be in the sea? Do as Grandpa says!" Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was calm.
It was not that Great Ming did not have a navy or warships. War was always an important factor in promoting the development of military technology.
After the Poyang Lake water battle with Chen Youliang, Chen Youliang's iron chain and boat were burned by Zhu Yuanzhang's fire. Ming had always been open to strong ships and cannons.
In the fourth year of Hongwu, the Ming army went north for the second time and conquered the Liaoxi Corridor. They went north by land and sea and reached Shizikou. Because the sea journey was smooth, Shizikou was renamed Lushunkou.
"Grandpa, there are treasures on the sea!”Zhu Xiong Ying was so proud that he didn't know how to explain.
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him and said,"Hurry up and approve the memorial. The Ming Dynasty also has a treasure. It's in this memorial."”
With a doting smile on his face, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't blame Zhu Xiongying.
After a pause, Zhu Xiongying looked at the memorial like a frosted eggplant. Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind.
He stared at Zhu Yuanzhang and said,"Grandpa, do you believe that there is a kind of crop in this world that can produce 20 dan per mu?"。”
Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhu Xiongying."Twenty dan per mu? Are you bullying your grandfather for not knowing how to farm?”
"Don't forget that your grandfather was a farmer. The imperial garden is also planted by your grandfather. Child, when did you learn to talk nonsense?”
Zhu Yuanzhang grunted and said indifferently.
However, although this was the case on the surface, it was only because Zhu Yuanzhang did not believe that there was something that could produce 20 dan per mu.
According to the calculation of 128 catties per stone in the early Ming Dynasty, the yield per mu was more than 2,500 catties.
A family of four would have enough food for a year if they ate sparingly.
As a poor farmer, how could Zhu Yuanzhang dare to think about such a thing?
Grain grew in Da Ming's land. One mu of high-grade farmland was only three stones of grain, which could be considered a bumper harvest.
"Grandpa, it's true. And that thing likes the cold, so it's especially suitable for growing in the north!" Zhu Xiong Ying said.”
"Grandpa, aren't you worried about not being able to reclaim the Liaodong region? As long as we have that thing, we can plant it on a large scale in Liaodong. I dare say that within 20 years, we can plant 300,000 mu.”
"The imperial court has a foundation in Liaodong. If we continue to head north, the entire northeast will become the granary of the Great Ming Dynasty.”
"But there's no problem in feeding people.”
" There are other things overseas, such as corn cobs. They are cold-resistant and drought-resistant. They are very easy to grow, and they don't have to pick a lot of land. They can be planted on the northwest plains.”
"Although the yield per mu is less than potatoes, with these two large granaries, it is definitely not a problem for the Great Ming Dynasty to extend the country for a few hundred years!”
"Didn't grandfather always teach me that as long as grandfather had enough to eat thirty years ago, he would never rebel? Grandson thought that even if the food wasn't delicious, Grandpa would still treat it as a delicacy.”
Zhu Xiongying immediately used his trump card. As a farmer, Old Zhu understood the hardships and difficulties of farmers better than Zhu Xiongying, a transmigrator.
If the Great Ming Dynasty really had such a magical thing, and the production could reach such a high level, no, as long as it had half of the standard, it could really extend the Great Ming Dynasty's national fortune by at least a hundred years.
In the later generations, various theories and experts discussed the various reasons for the Ming Dynasty's demise. There were many different opinions, but in the end, the common people could not afford to eat.
It was no different from Zhu Yuanzhang's rebellion.
If the commoners couldn't afford to eat, wouldn't they rebel?
The climate of the Little Ice River meant that the land could not produce any food. In the nine provinces of China, where the soil was dug for food, the land could not grow any food, so the riots naturally came.
Moreover, this kind of riot could not be suppressed.
A single spark could start a prairie fire. This was the truth.
" Also, Grandpa," Zhu Xiongying said firmly," Liaodong and the northwest are suitable for growing potatoes and corn cobs. The Sichuan Basin is known as the Land of Abundance."”
"To be precise, according to the current situation, the south of the Yangtze River is suitable for planting something called sweet potatoes from overseas. This sweet potato is afraid of the cold and likes temperature. It is a Yin-type plant. The yield per mu will only be higher than potatoes and corn cobs, not lower!”
"More importantly, Jiangnan is fertile. It's possible to produce two crops a year!”
"Grandpa, there are more treasures on the sea!”
Zhu Xiong Ying kneeled beside the old man and grabbed his wrist.
Although it would not be too late to do these things after he ascended the throne and became the emperor, since he could do it now, why wait for more than ten years?
Moreover, this thing could not be planted just like that. It had to be nurtured. It was a complicated process. The earlier he went out to sea, the earlier he would find it.
I'll bring him back to the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible.
He could plant it a day earlier.
Zhu Xiongying hoped that when the old man was visiting, he would hear reports about the places, the yield per mu, the bumper harvests of the entire country, and the grain that filled the warehouses.
At that time, the old master would be happy when he left.
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