"Your Majesty, I think the area from the academy to the floating bridge is very good." Han Du didn't care how big he was. If he didn't take this opportunity to take a piece of meat from Lao Zhu's mouth, how could he wait? After passing this village, there is no such store.
"After all, this piece of land is desolate, and there are not many people living on it. It is also connected to the academy. If the emperor gives this land to the academy, I can build some pavilions on it to cover up the workshops."
"You really dare to speak." Lao Zhu said with gritted teeth, "You also said that there are still people living up there, so how can I give it to you? If I give it to you, what will the people up there do? "
"Your Majesty, there are only a dozen or so households in such a large piece of land." Han Du emphasized.
Lao Zhu didn't want to give it to Han Du anymore, and suddenly said with a serious face: "A dozen or so households are also common people. I can't let the people be displaced just because you want the land. You'd better find another place."
Change? It is impossible to change, not even in this life. How could he possibly vomit out the fat he had his eyes on?
Han Du pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, if I can properly resettle these dozen households and let them move away voluntarily, can Your Majesty give this land to the academy?"
"Voluntarily move out?" Lao Zhu laughed immediately after hearing this. What the people pay attention to is that a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as their own doghouse. It is difficult to leave their homeland. They would rather die at home than choose to move away. Han Du wants the people to leave voluntarily, how is this possible?
"Okay, if you can do it, I will agree to it. But if you can't do it, then don't make any plans for that land."
"It's a deal." Han Du agreed confidently.
Lao Zhu smiled and did not think that Han Du could persuade those people to leave. He raised his head and said to Lin Mo who was standing far away: "Since I have opened the Golden Mouth, you have to make those ten thousand divine weapons no matter what. However, for some reasons, I allow you to make as many as you can, first. Build as many as you want, and the rest can be made up later.”
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations." Lin Mo bowed to the Emperor in great surprise this time.
Lao Zhu gestured with his hand and asked the guards to take away all ten divine guns and bullets.
"Your Majesty, I would like to send you off to the Emperor." Lin Mo led the officials from the Arms Bureau and knelt down to send the Emperor off. Lin Mo was promoted from the eighth level to the fifth level in an instant, and he was promoted to five levels in a row. It can be said that he reached the sky in one step. He is now a minister of the Ordnance Bureau. From a fifth-grade Beijing official, he has the highest official position in the entire Ordnance Bureau except Han Du.
Lao Zhu left the weapons bureau with the divine weapon, and did not choose to return to the palace, but went directly to the academy.
He wanted to see what a machine that could carve lines on fine steel looked like.
When Lao Zhu came to the academy, the steam engine was still stopped and not started. But since the emperor wanted to see it, Sun Xian naturally had nothing to say, so he and his students quickly started the steam engine.
When Lao Zhu saw the rifling machine starting to operate, he marveled at its ingenuity and watched the lines being carved on the fine steel. Just like carving on tofu, I couldn't help but say: "Iron is like clay, really iron is like clay..."
Han Du smiled and explained: "Actually, this thing is not sharp. It is carved entirely by force. Only a steam engine can have this kind of power. If it were a human being, it would be impossible to do it."
Lao Zhu nodded subconsciously. He was able to use something that was not sharp to forcefully carve such deep marks on the fine steel. One can imagine how powerful this power was, and it was simply not something that humans could do.
"But this makes me feel relieved. Without a steam engine, even if they got the secret of the Divine Gun, they wouldn't be able to do it."
"That's right." Han Du replied calmly. Han Du still has this bit of confidence.
Lao Zhu turned his eyes to the steam engine and said with admiration: "It seems that this steam engine really has to be built."
As soon as the rubber arrives, Handu will be sure to find the complete steam engine. By then, there will be no need to stop and replace the sealant after half a day of operation. At that time, it can be driven non-stop and will only need to be replaced once a year and a half.
Two months ago, Jiang Ming had already set off for America again, and now he may have crossed the Japanese country. No matter what, we can only wait for news from Jiang Ming.
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Lin Mo continued to make fine steel pipes in the Ordnance Bureau, sent them to the academy, had rifling added, and then took them back to the Ordnance Bureau to make divine guns.
Han Du just explained to Lin Mo and Sun Xian and then left them alone.
At the beginning of the new year, the new year has passed.
When spring plowing was about to begin, Lao Zhu finally announced to the world the belated news that he had brought Han Du back to Qiliang.
When Han Du came back, no one knew what Han Du brought back except for the ministers and ministers of various ministries and the navy officers and soldiers at that time.
As for the ministers and ministers of various ministries, because the emperor had not announced the news to the outside world, they did not dare to talk nonsense about the matter.
Therefore, except for a very few people in the capital, no one knew about Qiliang.
Now that Lao Zhu suddenly exposed the news, it instantly aroused everyone's curiosity, but everyone's reactions were different.
The attitudes of the people vary. Some people believe in the emperor's will and think that the emperor will not joke with the people of the world if he opens his mouth, and it is such an important matter as food. "One acre of land can produce thirty dan of grain. If it really exists, it would be a great blessing from the emperor and a blessing to the people of the world."
"Yes, if one acre of land can really produce so much food, the people of that world will definitely no longer have to worry about hunger. Imagine when there has been such a day in all the dynasties for thousands of years?"
However, some people did not believe it at all, thinking that this was just a fake auspicious sign created by the court, because such strange food was too difficult to believe.
"One acre produces thirty dan of grain. If you include the rice straw, I believe it!"
"Hahaha, can you eat enough rice straw?"
For a while, there were different opinions.
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However, compared to the common people, officials all know that this is true. There were many ministers and ministers who had seen the yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes with their own eyes. With their evidence, no official would doubt the authenticity of the news.
It is worth mentioning that Lao Zhu named Shang Yin. This time, he did not even ask Han Du at all, so he directly named the sweet potato Zhushu, the potato Zhuyao, and the corn Zhumi.
The things Han Du worked so hard to bring back all ended up belonging to his Lao Zhu family.
Regardless of how the common people viewed these three grains, the imperial court began to distribute grain seeds in full swing and prepared to promote planting among the chief secretaries. This matter fell on the head of the Ministry of Finance.
But if you want to promote planting, you must first know how these three kinds of food are grown, right? Not to mention the Ministry of Revenue, this was the first time for the entire imperial court to see such food. How could they know how to grow it?
So Zhao Mian, the Minister of Household Affairs, came to Zhenhaihou Mansion to find Han Du.
"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. I have come to ask for you." Zhao Mian was led to the lobby. After Han Du accompanied him to drink tea for a while, Zhao Mian said.
Han Du put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Sir Zhao, you are very polite. If there is anything you can do for me, just tell me. But I can't afford to ask for help from you."
Zhao Mian also smiled and nodded in agreement, and did not push back and forth with Han Du anymore. Instead, he said directly: "The Ministry of Revenue is in charge of agriculture and mulberry all over the world. The promotion of planting rare grains naturally falls on the Ministry of Revenue. But now, no one in the Ministry of Revenue knows how to grow these three kinds of grains. Therefore. , I hope that Mr. Hou can give some advice."
Han Du shook his head and said with a smile: "I am not worthy of giving advice. I can teach you how to grow it. However, I am only one person. Even if I teach you how to grow these foods, I am afraid that I will not be able to promote the cultivation of food all over the world." What help?"
Zhao Mian frowned and had to admit that Han Du was right. It will take time for Han Du to teach them how to plant, right? When Han Du teaches them all, he doesn't know how long it will take.
But spring plowing waits for no one. If you miss this time, you will have to wait until next year. Not only Zhao Mian, but the entire household department could not bear this crime.
After Zhao Mian thought about it clearly, he calmly twirled his beard and asked, "What do you think, Lord Marquis?"
Han Du took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's not a high opinion, but I think that instead of placing your hope on me, you might as well go find the soldiers who came back with me. They are on the boat. At that time, they took good care of all the food. There were more than a thousand soldiers, and they had grown all kinds of sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes. These more than a thousand people were probably enough for an adult to handle. Alright."
The words woke up the dreamer. Zhao Mian's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up and bowed his hands to Han Du and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your advice."
Han Du smiled, nodded slightly, and said, "Mr. Zhao, you're welcome."
After Zhao Mian was reminded by Han Du, he could no longer sit still and left quickly.
Han Du also politely sent him out the door.
Zhao Mian left the Zhenhai Hou Mansion and went directly to the palace to see the emperor.
After announcing his intention, Lao Zhu did not hesitate at all. All the original soldiers were directly appointed as district chiefs and grain chiefs in various places according to their ancestral origins. Let these people return to their hometowns and take charge of the planting of new grains in the villages.
When Lao Zhu first tasted the benefits of appointing soldiers as village chiefs and grain chiefs, he discovered this method that could break through the gentry's obstruction to imperial power for thousands of years and extend the emperor's authority deep into the countryside.
Lao Zhu naturally refused to let go of such a good opportunity.
With more than a thousand people who are proficient in growing three kinds of food, there will be no obstacles to teach the people about planting.
However, although Han Du brought back a lot of grain, it was impossible to meet the needs of the entire Ming Dynasty at once. Therefore, there is still a difference in the amount of grain that Lao Zhu distributes to each Chief Secretary.
For places like Henan, Gansu, Shaanxi and other drought-prone areas, Lao Zhu would distribute more to them. Places like Sichuan, Hunan, Hubei, and Anhui receive smaller points. And for places like Jiangnan, which has abundant rainfall, even Lao Zhu didn't even get a pound of grain.
However, Lao Zhu still divided some among the nobles according to their title. The duke's, fifteen pounds of each kind of grain. The Marquis's is divided into ten pounds. The earl's is divided into five pounds.
As for the civil servants, I'm sorry, but you use the salary from the court, not the rice from the court, so what do you do with the grain? Not a pound.
Han Du looked at the ten kilograms of food sent from the palace and scratched his head. As a Marquis, do you lack these thirty kilograms of food?
Unlike Han Du's helpless expression, my father and mother looked very excited.
"It's just a little food, dad, what do you think?"
Before Han De could speak, Mrs. Liu glared at Han Du and said, "What do you know? This is not just food, this is the glory of our house. Ordinary people have no chance to get food from the emperor. This is The emperor attaches great importance to our family."
"Mom, it seems that all the nobles have been given grain by the emperor." Han Du couldn't help but pour cold water on me because of Fu's attention.
Mrs. Liu raised her eyebrows and stared at Han Du with dissatisfaction.
Han Du shut up wisely, okay, just think that Lao Zhu values himself.
Han Kezhong on the side looked at the strange things in his pocket, pulled Han Du's hand twice, and asked in a childish voice: "Dad, are these delicious?"
Han Du immediately looked down at his son with a smile and said, "Dad has eaten these, they are very delicious. In a moment, dad will cook them for you, okay?"
"Okay, daddy is the best." Han Kezhong is also a foodie, otherwise he wouldn't have grown like a fat man.
But Mrs. Liu suddenly slapped the little fat man on the back of the head lightly, and scolded: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. There is no food in the house, you have to eat this kind of food. Don't you know, you are hungry?" Damn dad and mom, don’t you want to eat the seed grain?”
Han Kezhong burst into tears after being slapped, and looked at his father with a puzzled face.
Han Du could only give his son a helpless expression, and then touched his head to comfort him. He raised his head and asked my mother in confusion, "Mom, this kind of food belongs to farming, but why don't I remember that we have land to grow it at home? Since we don't have land to grow it, what are we waiting for if we don't make it and eat it?"
Han Kezhong suddenly became happy when he heard that he had another chance to eat. The baby's fat face was full of smiles, and he clapped his chubby hands happily.
Han De shook his head and said: "This is the seed grain given by the emperor, and it must not be eaten. Otherwise, be careful that the people from the Ministry of Rites find out and cause trouble for you. Even if there is no land in the house, you must buy some immediately. Land, plant these grains. Besides, don’t we have land at home?”
"We have land at home? Where is it? Why didn't I know." Hande asked doubtfully. Lao Zhu did give himself land, but he used it to build a horse farm, and there was no place to grow food at all.
Han De snorted and said: "Our family already has ancestral property. Otherwise, what would we eat if we lived in this capital? However, in the past, we just left it to the clan to take care of and grow rice. Now we have these royal family members." The grain given is just right for planting.”
Han Du curled his lips after hearing this. Since they were grown locally, he naturally gave up the idea of eating these things.
At this moment, Han Du felt someone pulling his clothes from behind. When he looked back, he met An Qing's pretty face.
An Qing bit his lip and said sheepishly: "Husband, have you forgotten that the dowry my father gave me can be said to contain a few Zhuangzi's."
Han Du then remembered that when Anqing got married, Lao Zhu gave her three imperial mansions. These imperial estates were managed by Anqing himself in the past, and Han Du had never asked about them, so he naturally forgot about them.
Judging from An Qing's intentions, it is obvious that she also wants to grow these grains in Zhuangzi.
Han Du immediately scratched his head, smiled and said tentatively: "It seems like this little grain is probably not enough."
"If it's not enough, we can only make do with it." Hande shook his head helplessly and said: "Since the output of this kind of food is ten times higher than usual, everyone must regard it as a treasure now. Even if you hold it If you buy it with real money, you will definitely not be able to buy it. Take your time, plant it for one year and save the seeds, and it may be enough for next year."
That was all there was to it. Han Du had no choice but to nod in agreement. After all, you can't go to others to consume favors for a little food, right? Besides, this thing is only rare for two or three years at most. After two or three years, I'm afraid it will be everywhere. If you give it to others, they may not accept it.
Han Du is well aware of the reproductive ability of sweet potatoes. This thing relies on vines to reproduce. One vine can produce more than a dozen plants. After one sweet potato sprouts, it can grow more than a dozen vines. One plant can bear several sweet potatoes. In just one year, this plant can reproduce into thousands of plants. By the second year, there are millions of plants. By the third year, they are everywhere.
As for potatoes, although their reproductive ability is not as strong as that of red potatoes. But the advantage of this thing is that it can be planted twice a year. One season in the spring, and after the harvest, you can plant another season in the fall. There are more than a dozen sprouts in this potato, that's more than a dozen plants, and one plant can harvest more than ten. After planting and harvesting again in the fall, the increase will be tens of thousands times.
Therefore, Han Du was very convinced that in three years at most, these things would become very common.
However, Han Du couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw his son drooling and looking deeply disappointed.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that planting potatoes didn’t require planting them completely in the ground. I smiled, pinched my son’s fat face, and asked with a smile, “Do you really want to eat them?”
"I don't want to." Little Fatty shook his head like a rattle and answered without any hesitation. But please, when you deny it, can you stop salivating? If you swing it like this, it will splash everywhere.
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