A large portion of Great Ming's taxes were directly collected from grain.
Among the officials 'salaries, it was easy to solve the problem of salary silver. They could directly issue paper money to deal with it.
However, he couldn't give any discounts on the rice.
Just a first-grade official's annual salary was more than a thousand stones.
There were so many officials in the country, how much food would they give out?
As a result, although they directly collected grain to offset taxes.
However, in the end, the days were still tight.
Food shortage? Was that still a problem?
Old Zhu was a grassroots emperor. The experience of not having enough to eat when he was young had a great impact on his life.
In Old Zhu's eyes, a person could die of illness, battle, or all kinds of accidents, but he could never starve to death.
Letting people starve to death was the cruelest thing in the world.
It was precisely because of this that during the years when he was fighting for the world, although he had a large army, he had always promised the people that he would not rob their food.
Didn't Old Zhu know the consequences of letting merchants raise grain and lifting the salt ban?
But he still chose to do so!
This was because Old Zhu had always felt that even if the merchant community continued to grow and develop, it was impossible for it to become too big to fall.
They were just a group of merchants without any soldiers or power. They could be destroyed with a flip of their hands!
Old Zhu had always regarded Da Ming's food problem as the main contradiction.
Under this premise, a series of policies, including the ban on the sea, were actually meant to increase food production.
However, there were some things that could not be achieved just by working hard.
After all, there was only so much land in the world that was suitable for farming, and the number of people farming to produce food was also growing slowly.
Da Ming had only been stable for less than twenty years, and the birth rate of the population had yet to rise.
The number of farmers in the world now was only slightly more than 20 years ago.
In general, since the establishment of the Great Ming Dynasty, the production of grain had only increased slightly.
However, after the world was at peace, there would inevitably be a wave of baby boom.
The previous generation was gradually getting too old to go to the fields, and the next generation had yet to grow up. At that time, there would definitely be a temporary food shortage in Da Ming.
Others might not have felt this, but it made Old Zhu very worried.
"If the production of sweet potatoes and potatoes is real…"
Mr. Zhu looked deeply at Zhang Che.
He was right. This kid was indeed his lucky star!
To be honest, both the sweet potato and the potato had been verified.
Even if the actual production was only half of what Zhang Che said, Old Zhu was about to wake up from laughing.
This was adding two real grains to the diet of the Ming people.
This kind of achievement would be directly written into the history books and left behind for eternity!
Moreover, with a high yield, the same land could feed more people. This was a great merit for living the people!
In the past, it would not be impossible to build a special ancestral hall for him and make him a Saint.
"The Heavenly Dao is balanced. The production of these two grains is so high, so it must have a high demand on the soil fertility, right? Also, how does it taste?"
At this moment, Zhu Biao asked.
Zhu Biao's personality followed Empress Ma's, but his habits were inherited from Old Zhu.
Although he was the Crown Prince, his way of thinking was very practical.
Old Zhu glanced at Zhu Biao and sighed in his heart.
She had grown up in a luxurious life, after all, but she actually asked such a question.
For such a magical grain, as long as the yield was large enough, was the taste a problem?
Old Zhu had dug in the soil for food when he was young. He knew that most things in the world were not going his way, so it was naturally the same for farming.
High-yield grains would either consume the soil fertility or have an average taste. This was the norm.
How could there be such a thing?
However, Zhang Che's next words left Mr. Zhu dumbfounded.
"Big brother, you're wrong. There's no special requirement for the soil to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes. In fact, as long as there's grass, they can be planted.”
At this point, Zhang Che smiled and continued,""It's just that planting these two things will hurt the land. It's best to plant a wave of them and then change to other crops to raise the land. As for the taste, we'll know when we taste it ourselves.”
Before the others could react, Zhang Che picked up a sweet potato and a potato and walked out.
Zhang Che's words contained too much information, shocking the three of them.
In fact, Zhu Biao, who asked the question, didn't have high requirements for these two high-yield crops.
As long as the production was large enough, even if there were other shortcomings, it seemed to be tolerable.
However, Zhang Che's answer was too shocking!
With such a large production, why didn't they pick the land?
Compared to this advantage, the injury was really nothing.
Zhu Biao was fantasizing about the prosperous scene after Ming popularized sweet potatoes and potatoes when he heard Zhu Di's question.
"Wait, what did he just say?" Zhu Biao suddenly realized something.
"He said that we'll know how it tastes when we try it ourselves," Zhu Di said faintly.”
Instantly, Old Zhu and Zhu Biao's expressions changed drastically.
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