The grain crops of this era are no better than those of later generations, and the yield per mu is high.
You know, good grain seeds require a long period of cultivation.
Later generations don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent to produce those high-yielding grains to feed more than a billion people.
It is difficult for the population in this era to exceed 100 million. Once this number is exceeded, it means that the world is not far from chaos.
There is a finite amount of land and a finite amount of output. When the population becomes too large, the population will inevitably be consumed through wars, plagues and other means.
Therefore, whenever the war ends, the world will enter an age of peace and prosperity.
Hearing Yang Xuan talk about grain seeds, Lao Zhu also reacted.
A look of pity appeared on his face.
How great it would be if every acre of land in the Ming Dynasty could produce so much food!
"Forget it, just plant as much land as you can for the time being!"
"According to your method, if we keep planting crop after crop, sooner or later we will be able to get enough high-yielding grain seeds."
"We just looked at it. Most of the grains in these fields are full."
"It can be made into good grain."
"You leave enough grain for yourself, and the rest will be sent to us when the time comes."
Lao Zhu opened his mouth and gave instructions.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"But Your Majesty, if this happens, the people in Zhuangzi will have no food to eat." Yang Xuan said.
His meaning is very clear, it is okay to ask for grain seeds, but it cannot be taken for free.
Lao Zhu glanced at Yang Xuan and understood in his heart.
After thinking for a while, he said, "We won't take advantage of you. How about one pound of grain and two taels of grain in exchange for one pound of grain seed?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yang Xuan said in surprise.
This was definitely an unexpected surprise. He thought it would be great if Lao Zhu could exchange one pound of grain for one pound of grain seeds.
I didn't expect it to be so generous.
As if he knew what Yang Xuan was thinking, Lao Zhu said angrily: "We are not such stingy people."
Yang Xuan touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "As for it, how long has it been? Do you still remember?"
"You are an emperor after all, why are you so petty?"
Zhu Biao on the side saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.
These two father-in-law and son-in-law, one is respectful on the surface, but is rebellious in the back of his mind, the other is disgusted with the other on the surface, but is extremely satisfied with the other on the inside.
Sometimes Zhu Biao really wants to ask: "Aren't you tired from doing this?"
Yang Xuan: Not tired, enjoy it!
Lao Zhu: So do we! O(´^｀)O
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Seeing the people in Zhuangzi happily harvesting in the fields, Lao Zhu also felt itchy hands.
He asked someone to find him a sickle, picked it up and got off the ground.
Ever since he became the emperor, every day when he opened his eyes, there were state affairs, and he rarely had such an opportunity to relax.
Yes, for Lao Zhu, this is relaxation.
The emperor has gone to the ground, and Zhu Biao and Yang Xuan can't just watch.
So he also picked up the sickle and started harvesting next to Lao Zhu.
Zhu Biao also worked in the fields when he was a child, and he worked well.
But Yang Xuan felt very uncomfortable. He had never done this kind of thing. Although he was born in a peasant family in his life, his family died before he was five years old. How could he have the chance to farm?
Lao Zhu on the side looked full of disgust.
"You look like a young man who has never done farm work."
"How can anyone harvest like you?"
However, he still taught Yang Xuan patiently.
"Look carefully, hold the sickle like this to save your energy to the greatest extent."
"You should also be careful when harvesting and try not to let the grain fall into the ground, otherwise it will be difficult to pick it up."
Yang Xuan listened very carefully and studied with Lao Zhu.
On ordinary days, Lao Zhu would feel great pressure just by standing there.
But Lao Zhu at this moment makes people feel more cordial.
Just like the elders of ordinary people.
Yang Xuan, who was completely immersed in it, didn't realize that the sun was about to set.
When he found out, there were only flaming clouds in the sky.
He stretched his body, and suddenly, there was a crackling sound in his body.
Farm work is too taxing!
After searching around, he found Lao Fang and whispered a few instructions.
Soon, the smell of porridge came from the field.
Lao Zhu stopped what he was doing, moved his nose, and found the direction from which the aroma of porridge came.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, and we haven't eaten anything all day."
"I asked someone to prepare some porridge, let's fill our stomachs first?"
At this time, Yang Xuan asked beside Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and found that it was indeed getting late.
"Time flies so fast!" He seemed to be sighing.
Then he looked at the fact that most of his crops were left in the field, and said slowly: "I am getting old after all, and I can't compare to you young people."
His harvest progress was only two-thirds of that of Yang Xuan and Zhu Biao.
Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Biao and Yang Xuan with a smile, and handed the sickle in his hand to Er Hu.
Then he walked towards Lao Fang and the porridge he brought.
"Brother, your porridge is so delicious!"
Lao Zhu looked at the large basin of white porridge in front of him, smelled it with his eyes closed, and said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, this is the food that just came in today." Lao Fang said.
As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhu's face instantly darkened.
Lao Fang didn't know what happened to Lao Zhu, so he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.
"How brave, who asked you to cook porridge with new grains?" Lao Zhu said in a deep voice.
This was his seed, and it was wasted like this.
Lao Zhu felt very distressed.
Yang Xuan, who was not far away, saw this and immediately ran over and explained: "Your Majesty, I asked him to cook it."
"The new grain has just been delivered, and I want your majesty to have a taste of it."
"Damn, you loser!"
"What a good seed of food, and it was just ruined by you."
Lao Zhu pointed at Yang Xuan's nose and cursed.
Then he lowered his head and looked around to see if there was any weapon he could find.
It happened that the sickle just handed to Erhu fell into his eyes.
He grabbed it and pretended to chop Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan's expression changed and he was shocked.
Turn around and run wildly.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
While running, I didn’t forget to ask loudly.
"You still have the nerve to ask, but our grain seeds are just ruined by you."
"Stop, we have to teach you a lesson today."
Lao Zhu waved his sickle and chased Yang Xuan.
This scene also shocked everyone present.
Who would have thought that an emperor like Lao Zhu would do such a thing in public.
Even Zhu Biao was stunned for a long time.
"Your Majesty, I'm not stupid. If I stop, the sickle in your hand will fall on me." Yang Xuan responded while running.
Lao Zhu chased for a long time but failed to catch up with Yang Xuan. After all, he was getting old.
He looked at Yang Xuan angrily, and then gave orders to Erhu and others.
"What are you still doing? Why don't you go and catch this bastard?"
"As commanded."
With the addition of Erhu and others, Yang Xuanke's scope of activities quickly shrunk.
Logically speaking, Erhu and others couldn't stop him at all, but in the current situation, would he dare to take action?
"Your Majesty, you have so many people bullying me, and you don't have martial ethics."
"Oh, we are old people and don't have martial ethics."
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