Most of the people present were from poor backgrounds.
Especially Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, who was born in the worst family. His parents had died, and he wandered around. Why was that?
Because they didn't have enough to eat.
They knew the hardships of the people at the bottom of the society the best.
Old Zhu had told his family more than once that he would not rebel as long as he had enough to eat.
The world's fertile farmland, one mu of land only produces more than 300 catties.
The barren land was even more tragic.
This grain was exploited by the landlord. The grain that the farmers could leave behind would not be able to live until the next summer.
After Zhu Yuanzhang established the Great Ming Dynasty, he knew the sufferings of the people.
In terms of taxes, it could be said to be extremely preferential.
However, there was a famine in the Ming Dynasty, and there were times when the imperial court needed to provide disaster relief.
If what Xu Miaoyun said was true, the appearance of the sweet potato would definitely be a great contribution to the Ming Dynasty and the people of the world.
"Girl, is what you said true?"
"Don't be fooled by that little bastard?"
Zhu Yuanzhang still couldn't believe it. Xu Miaoyun smiled,
"Your Majesty, it's easy to verify Your Highness 'words. Your Highness has planted some sweet potatoes here. We can see the yield!”
"Hurry!"
"Quick, let's go!"
As it concerned the people's livelihood, Emperor Zhu became anxious.
Everyone came to the small field that Zhu Xiong had opened up.
The tomatoes accounted for one-third of the total, and the sweet potatoes accounted for two-thirds.
This small field was not big, probably not even a single cent.
Old Zhu did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the hoe and started hoeing the ground himself.
"Emperor, let this lowly subject come!"
"Imperial Father, your son will do it for you!"
"Go away, I want to verify it myself!”
Born as a peasant, even though he was the emperor, Emperor Zhu did not forget his peasant instincts. He wielded his hoe faster than he wielded his sword.
When Zhu Yuanzhang dug out the sweet potatoes from the ground one by one,
Everyone was shocked.
The yield of these sweet potatoes was already much higher than they had imagined.
"Crown Prince, get someone to send a scale over immediately!”
"Your son will obey!"
Zhu Biao received the order and almost jogged all the way, shouting,
"Zhu Xian!"
Zhu Xian, the vanguard of the prefecture lord, quickly ran in.
"Find a scale, right now!"
"Slow down, you'll be held accountable!"
Zhu Xian was puzzled, but he still turned around and made arrangements.
Not long after,
A weight was presented to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Emperor Zhu was barefoot, his feet still stained with the soil of the fields.
His actions shocked Zhu Xian who came in.
"Xu Da, weigh it for me!"
" How many catties of these things??"
Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at the small pile of sweet potatoes on the ground and asked Xu Da to work.
Xu Da took a deep breath and began to weigh the food.
"These are 50 catties!"
"These 13 catties!"
"38 jin…"
"Your Majesty, a total of 187 jin!”
When Xu Da reported this number, even his own voice was trembling.
Emperor Zhu, Empress Ma, and Crown Prince Zhu Biao gasped.
This small piece of land produced 187 catties of sweet potatoes?
"Your Majesty, this sweet potato field is only 30% of a plot of land.”
"The yield of these sweet potatoes is 6,233 catties per mu!”
Boom!
The moment Xu Da finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed.
The yield of sweet potatoes was actually higher than Xu Miaoyun's estimation?
"Divine item, this is definitely a divine item!”
"This is a divine item bestowed by the heavens to our Great Ming!”
"Back then, if my Central Plains had such a divine item, my parents would not have died of hunger and cold.“
The moment Emperor Zhu confirmed the sweet potato production, tears streamed down his face.
Xu Miaoyun, Empress Ma, and the others looked at the Emperor.
He remained silent.
However, he felt the same way.
Everyone knew that the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty was a poor farmer.
Back then, there was a famine and plague in Fengyang, causing his parents to starve to death.
He was forced to become a monk in a monastery, but during the year of disaster, the monastery could not support him.
That was why he was forced to join the Revolutionary Army and become a traitor.
If they could eat their fill, who would be willing to rebel?
Everyone present, including Crown Prince Zhu Biao,
They had all experienced that period of time and understood the emperor's feelings.
"This little bastard did a good thing!”
"With this divine item, our Great Ming will no longer have famine, and the people will live and work in peace!”
Zhu Yuanzhang finally calmed himself down, and his resentment towards Zhu Rong had also dissipated.
The meaning that sweet potato brought to Da Ming was really too great.
Even if Zhu Xiong had the intention to rebel, this shocking merit was enough to spare him from death.
Moreover, Old Zhu did not believe that the devil would rebel.
Even Zhu Biao didn't have the right to rebel, let alone him.
Xu Miaoyun said that the King of Yan and the King of Jin were not as good as Zhu Xi, and Old Zhu agreed with this evaluation.
No matter how bad Zhu Rong was, he was destined to leave his name in history with the sweet potato in his hand.
Even among the commoners, they might become gods.
If he wanted it, the others naturally wanted it too.
"This Fifth Brother of mine is indeed the son of my Zhu Clan!”
Zhu Biao was happy for Zhu Rong from the bottom of his heart.
Empress Ma also smiled kindly.
But at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly thought of another problem.
"Why didn't Fifth Brother hand over such a good thing earlier?”
"Could it be that he has some selfish motives?”
As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, the expressions of the others also changed.
That's right, why didn't Old Fifth give these things to the emperor?
Could it be that he had selfish motives?
Everyone's gaze fell on Xu Miaoyun.
Xu Miaoyun's expression did not change. She smiled and said,"
"This is also the reason why Miao Yun admires Wu Wang!”
"Miao Yun asked him, and he said that he didn't want to take credit for it. He was prepared to leave the palace and secretly promote it among the people!”
"As for His Highness himself, he only hid his achievements!”
"What?"
Zhu Yuanzhang had been shocked by Zhu Rong for the umpteenth time today.
This guy actually didn't want the chance to leave his name in history?
Did Old Fifth take the wrong medicine?
The importance of sweet potatoes did not need to be emphasized by others.
Personally, Zhu Rong had given this to Zhu Yuanzhang. It was definitely a great merit. This merit could even make him the number one person among the princes under the Crown Prince.
In the public eye, thousands of families were born Buddhas, leaving their names in history. The reputation of the Saint of Agriculture definitely couldn't be left without him. In fact, a hundred years later, in the memories of the people, it was even possible that he would be conferred the title of God by the people.
Even emperors might not be able to enjoy such treatment.
And he actually chose to give up?
"Observing thoroughly, great wisdom appears foolish, but also modest!”
"This is the reason why I, Xu Miaoyun, chose His Highness, King Wu. Miaoyun said that His Highness, King Wu, is better than the King of Yan and the King of Jin.”
Seeing the light in Xu Miaoyun's eyes, Emperor Zhu and Empress Ma looked at each other.
Was the person she was talking about still their son?
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