The officials in the Hall of Heaven's Tribute were shocked.
The number that Zhu Yuanzhang had mentioned was simply too shocking.
5,000 catties per mu, even if it was a rich family, officials who did not know the world felt that this was a fantasy.
Not to mention Li Shan Chang, Hu Wei Yong, or the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue who often dealt with the world's political affairs, they were all dumbfounded.
Many of them were still chewing on sweet potatoes a second ago, but in the next second, they were so shocked that their food dropped. Some
even spat sweet potato meat all over their colleagues 'faces.
"Emperor, are you sure it's not a mouth…no, you remembered wrongly?”
Li Shan Chang and the other officials were the first to express their doubts about this number.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt inexplicably pleased when he saw these people's performance.
In fact, when he first heard this number, his performance was not much better
. It felt good to see others get back at him.
"I remembered wrongly!" Emperor Hongwu said in a deep voice when he saw that the ministers in the Fengtian Hall were silent
.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Hall of Heaven's Tribute was filled with sighs of relief from the officials.
If what the Emperor said was true, it was too frightening.
Just as the ministers were relaxing, the Emperor's voice fell into their ears,
"It's 6233 jin!”
All the ministers felt as if they had been slapped in the face by Emperor Hongwu. They were all dumbfounded.
What kind of concept was that?
"Where is the Minister of Revenue?"
Old Zhu shouted from within the Hall of Tribute to Heaven. The Minister of Revenue, Yang Siyi, walked out.
"Your Majesty, I, Yang Siyi, pay my respects to Your Majesty! "
Can you tell everyone how much land is produced per mu in the Ming Dynasty?”
"Let me tell you again, how many commoners in the Great Ming Dynasty are still starving?”
"Oh right, our Lord Li doesn't seem to know. Tell him!”
The Minister of Revenue, Yang Siyi, was sweating profusely.
From the Emperor's words, there was already dissatisfaction with Li Shan Chang.
On one side was the leader of the civil officials, and on the other side was the Emperor.
He could only bite the bullet and say,
"The yield per mu of our Ming Dynasty's fertile land is about 360 to 370 catties!!”
"There's a difference of more than 100 catties!"
"On average, less than 300!"
"Although His Majesty is trying his best to recuperate, there are still many disasters in the Ming Dynasty due to the natural disasters!”
"The Yellow River seized the Huai River, and the people along the way were all affected!”
"The Huai River region is filled with disaster victims. Even though the imperial court has already done their best to provide disaster relief, Jiangnan is still a land of fish and rice!”
"The Ming Dynasty's grain production isn't optimistic!”
The words of the Minister of Revenue made all the officials present hold their breaths and not dare to speak.
The Hongwu Dynasty had only been established for five years. Although the current emperor was doing his best to govern the country and let the people recuperate,
other than the thorn in the Northern Yuan that had to be removed, the Hongwu Emperor was already considered benevolent to the people.
Even he himself was very thrifty.
He only had one dish and one soup for breakfast every day. Even when there were many people, he only had four dishes and one soup. The
emperor ate meat only a few times a month.
It could be said that ordinary fifth-rank officials ate better than the emperor.
However, even if the emperor demonstrated himself and the Ming Dynasty became thrifty,
natural disasters were merciless. The heavens did not give face, and the commoners still lived a hard life.
Old Zhu's intention of taking out this sweet potato was very clear.
It was to ruthlessly slap the faces of all the officials.
Didn't you say that you were reading the books of the saints?
What have you done for the people?
A sweet potato could increase the food production of the Great Ming Dynasty by ten times,
allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment.
Which saint had ever done this?。
If his son wasn't qualified to become a Saint, who the f * ck could?
Li Shanchang, Liu Zhenyu, the world's scholars, the idols
, the emperor's satirical gaze
, the emperor's misguided gaze,
the
Li Shan Chang was flustered and exasperated as he panted heavily.
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with his stomach.
Just when he thought that it was a stomachache, pu…
The Duke of Korea, the Left Prime Minister of the Ministry of Central Affairs, Li Shan Chang, let out a loud fart in front of everyone.
The atmosphere in the Hall of Heaven became quiet again.
Everyone stared at Li Shan Chang strangely.
Li Shan Chang wanted to die. What was with this damn fart?
He originally wanted to use the power of the officials to fight against the Emperor,
but these farts directly shattered the Duke of Korea's imposing manner.
Pu ~ pu! Puff!
Farts only happened once or twice.
Lee Shan Chang's stomach began to let go of itself, singing to its heart's content
.
The mockery in Emperor Zhu's eyes almost turned into laughter.
Immediately after,
many officials in the crowd began to fart. Pfft!
Pfft!
P
"What's going on?"
"Did I eat something bad?"
Among the officials, there were some who did not,
but they all felt that something was wrong. Even if everyone wanted to fart, they would not gather together, right?
Only Old Zhu, the Crown Prince, and the others were stunned. They vaguely remembered that Xu Miaoyun had once reminded them that
eating too many sweet potatoes would cause them to fart.
If their stomachs were not good, they would fart too.
"Hahaha!"
Emperor Zhu laughed as he covered his nose and retreated.
Crown Prince Zhu Biao quickly asked the eunuchs to open the door for ventilation.
All the officials were in chaos because of Zhu Xiong's sweet potatoes.
Emperor Hongwu would not let go of this rare opportunity. He went
forward and questioned,
"Li Shan Chang, tell me!"
"To let the people of my Ming Dynasty have enough to eat and not be displaced, isn't that a saint? "
If this merit is not worthy, do you want me to listen to your nonsense here? "
Bullsh * t! This double meaning caused a bunch of high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty to break through their defenses. It's an insult to the
culture, an insult to the culture.
If it wasn't for the reason that they had to stand here,
Li Shan Chang and the others would have left right now.
Potato, it must be some weird Potato who did this.
They were filled with regret. They were tricked by Emperor Hongwu just like that.
"Give me the pen!"
Zhu Yuanzhang did not wait for the officials to object and shouted at the eunuch.
Crown Prince Zhu Biao quickly handed over a pen. Emperor Zhu inscribed the words "Agricultural Classics" on the booklet.
Seeing this, the officials 'faces turned ashen.
They still couldn't stop the Emperor and insisted on making Zhu Rong a Saint?
Even though this kind of saint's status couldn't be compared to Confucius and Mencius,
all the officials in the court
were filled with unwillingness.
"Crown Prince, let Zhu Rong have an audience!”
"E-Zhu Xi is here!"
"Pro-Wu Wang Zhu Xi, please see me!”
"Where's Wu Wang?"
"Wu Wang is not here!"
Emperor Zhu's smug smile froze on his face along with the commotion outside.
This unfilial son, could he be up to something again?
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