The country is based on agriculture, and agriculture depends on the sky for food.
Any fluctuations in factors such as rainfall and strong winds may have a great impact on agricultural planting.
A hurricane sweeps thousands of miles away. Even if food is grown in such a place, can it really survive until the day of harvest?
Lu Wansheng expressed doubts about this.
Seeing the three people showing retreating attitudes, Zhu Zhanji suddenly became anxious and said, "Brother Yu has said too much."
The three of them immediately looked up at Zhu Zhanji, wanting to hear what he had to say.
Yu Qian also looked at him and smiled faintly: "What? Are the hurricanes in America fake?"
Zhu Zhanji stared into his eyes and chuckled: "Of course there are hurricanes, but they are not as exaggerated as Brother Yu said. Most hurricanes are still very small, and the kind that Brother Yu said may not be encountered once in almost a hundred years. . If it is really as serious as Brother Yu said, will there be anyone alive in America?"
Lu Wansheng and others suddenly realized that, yes, although hurricanes are extremely terrifying, they can be big or small. It is impossible for all hurricanes to bring disaster-like harm.
"Your Highness, is this really the case?"
Facing the expectant eyes of Lu Wansheng and others, Zhu Zhanji straightened his waist and nodded confidently: "Of course, if every hurricane happened as Brother Yu said, then all humans and animals in America would have died long ago. , can you still survive to this day?"
"Your Highness's words are reasonable." Lu Wansheng nodded and smiled: "It seems that although America is not a smooth place, it is still a good place."
Zhu Zhanji smiled and continued: "From what I have seen with my own eyes over the years, the Americas do have hazards like hurricanes, but it has vast land and abundant water sources. It can be cultivated casually at the location of the Great Lakes
Land is prime farmland. There are millions of people in the Xinming Dynasty. Over the years, there has never been a shortage of food, let alone a famine. "
No famine in America?
"Hiss..." Lu Wansheng and the other three looked at Zhu Zhanji in surprise, "Do you really mean what you said?"
"Of course." Zhu Zhanji clapped his hands and assured the three of them.
Zhu Zhanji's words did not deceive Lu Wansheng and the others. Since the founding of Xinming in America, there has indeed been no shortage of food. Even if the population increased dramatically later, there was no shortage.
America is so rich in resources. All around the Great Lakes are extremely fertile fields. The people of Xinming have not yet finished cultivating the land, so how can they be short of food?
Seeing that Lu Wansheng and others were getting more and more excited, Yu Qian lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to say that America is a perfect place. Even if you have endless fertile fields, the indigenous barbarians in your deep Being surrounded, I’m afraid the situation is very difficult, right?”
Zhu Zhanji's heart sank suddenly when he heard this, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Yu Qian's words really touched his heart.
If Xin Ming was in a good situation in America, why would he come to Daming in such a hurry?
When his grandfather left the Ming Dynasty, he swore that he would never step foot into the territory of the Ming Dynasty again. This statement almost drew a clear line between the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, and even meant that they would never have contact with each other until they died.
If the situation hadn't been too difficult, his grandfather wouldn't have bowed his head and asked Daming for help.
"How can a little barbarian be a match for Xinming?"
Yu Qian had been staring at Zhu Zhanji's face from the beginning, not missing the changes in his expression just now.
The earth sees it.
Of course, Zhu Zhanji would not be fooled by Zhu Zhanji's high-sounding words at this moment, "A little barbarian? According to the teacher's estimate, there should be tens of millions of indigenous people in America. Although there are not as many people as the Ming Dynasty, and they are not as unified as the Ming Dynasty, but you, the new Ming Dynasty, are not as unified as the Ming Dynasty." How many people are there? Do you want to eat Native Americans without fear of choking? "
Zhu Zhanji laughed, shook his head and retorted: "Brother Yu, what you said is wrong. America is vast, and those who have disputes with me, Xinming, are just the natives nearby."
"Furthermore, our Xinming, adhering to the strategy of making close friends and attacking far away, has expanded thousands of miles abroad over the years, and has completely controlled the Five Great Lakes. To Xinming, the barbarian natives are just a scabies problem, not a threat at all... ..."
Yu Qian and Zhu Zhanji were fighting for each other, and they continued to argue without giving in to each other.
Lu Wansheng and the other three just watched the two of them going back and forth tit-for-tat, and they sat aside without saying a word. Neither joined in the discussion nor discouraged.
After drinking the cups of tea and finishing the cakes one after another, when the stone table was in a mess, Yu Qian and Zhu Zhanji had no intention of stopping.
"Your Highness! Brother Yu!"
As a last resort, Lu Wansheng had no choice but to interrupt them.
Suddenly being interfered with, Yu Qian and Zhu Zhanji both looked at Lu Wansheng very dissatisfied.
Lu Wansheng smiled bitterly, pointed to the sky with his finger, and sighed: "I don't want to disturb His Highness and Brother Yu, but the sun is going to set, so we can't stay here overnight, right? If you have anything to say, we'll discuss it tomorrow. How are you?"
Yu Qian and Zhu Zhanji both raised their heads, and this time they found that the sky had turned dark without them realizing it.
It started to get dark, so I had no choice but to give up the argument for the time being.
The five people stood up almost at the same time and said goodbye to each other.
Zhu Zhanji left the academy directly.
As soon as he walked out of the gate, a guard came up and asked, "Your Highness, the carriage is ready. Please get in, Your Highness."
Zhu Zhanji looked down at the casual clothes he was wearing, shook his head and rejected the guard's suggestion, "There is still some time, let's walk back."
Walk back? Instead of riding in a carriage, do you want to walk?
The guard quickly lowered his head and replied with one word: "Yes."
He won't refute anything His Highness says, just walk. Anyway, as long as His Highness is happy.
In this way, Zhu Zhanji walked in front with his hands behind his back.
Four guards stood guard in front of him and on his left and right, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd, their faces tense.
The most popular shops near the academy were of course the shops selling the four treasures of the study. From time to time, Zhu Zhanji saw academy students bargaining with the shopkeepers in the shops.
But he didn't care and continued walking with his hands behind his back.
On the other side, Yu Qian hurriedly found Han Du.
"teacher."
Han Du heard Yu Qian's voice and slowly put down the book in his hand. Only then did he see Yu Qian holding his hands in front of him and bowing to him.
"Forget these common etiquette. Have you found Zhu Zhanji? Have you kept an eye on him?"
Yu Qian straightened up, gathered his sleeves and robe with a flick of his wrist, and then nodded and said: "It took a long time to find him. Just as the teacher expected, he does have bad intentions."
"Oh?" Han Du smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Yu Qian to sit down and talk. After he sat down, he poured the tea for him with his own hands.
"Thank you teacher, I can just do it by myself." Yu
Qian stood up instantly as if his butt had been burned by a cannon.
Han Du rolled his eyes at him, "Sit down, why are you so reserved? Tell me about Zhu Zhanji's situation."
Yu Qian nodded and sat down, picked up the tea at Han Du's signal, and then lowered his head to organize his words to report to the teacher.
