Chapter 97: A magical object with an yield of 26 and seven stones per mu?
"There is no direct relationship between the sea ban and increasing food production."
“But it’s related to imported crops!”
"That kind of crop has a much higher yield than the Central Plains grain."
Lin Che's words made Zhu Ping dizzy.
Zhu Yuanzhang next door also heard it in confusion, importing crops?
What crops have much higher grain yields than those in the Central Plains? Zhu Yuanzhang was also very curious, so he calmed down and continued to listen.
"I dare to ask, sir, what kind of magical object can save the Ming Dynasty from fire and water."
Zhu Fang chewed on Lin Che's words, vaguely understood, and immediately asked.
Zhu Xi knew what terrible consequences the Little Ice Age would have if it came, but he wanted to know more about what magical crops Mr. Lin could rely on to survive the Ice Age.
"This is not a magic crop, it's just much higher than our rice and wheat yields."
"These crops are overseas. If the emperor doesn't lift the sea ban, where can we get the seeds of these crops?"
"Bring me a pen and paper, and I'll give you a preview."
Zhu Xi quickly brought paper and pen and put them on the table.
Lin spread out the paper and briefly sketched a few leaves with a brush, and then drew fruits underneath the leaves.
"Sir? This is?!"
Zhu Xi looked at a ball of black ink on the paper, and his face was darker than the ink. What is this? How could there be such a strange-looking fetish?
"This is the fetish in your mouth."
Lin Che pointed at the ball of black ink and said seriously:
"This thing is called sweet potato, because it grows in Fanbang. It is also called sweet potato, and its fruit is under the leaves."
While explaining, Lin Che casually drew another oval-cylindrical object with even protrusions on it.
"There is also this thing called corn. Both of these crops have extremely high yields and are extremely satiating."
Zhu Xi looked at the two lifelike drawings carefully and nodded secretly.
How could I doubt my husband's painting skills? These two crops must look like this.
"Sir, how big is the yield of these two sacred objects? And how to grow them?"
After thinking about it, Zhu Fang hurriedly asked, if even the husband doesn't know how to grow these two things, then the joke will be big.
You must know that growing a crop well cannot be accomplished in a short time.
Obviously, Zhu Xi regarded sweet potatoes and corn as wild primitive species.
"Let's talk about the sweet potato first. The yield of this product is nearly 26 tons per mu. It is drought-resistant and does not require high fertility. It is sweet and satiating."
"As for planting methods, there are many, including the stem-inserting method and the stem-burying method..."
Lin Che thought for a moment, and then explained the habits and planting methods of sweet potatoes in detail.
"What?! The yield is 26 and seven stones per mu!?"
Zhu Xi was dumbfounded when he heard this, and shouted in shock.
"What? The yield is 26 and seven stones per mu!"
The Zhu family father and son in the secret room were also overjoyed with surprise, blurting out almost in unison with Zhu Ming.
God bless me!
No, it was Mr. Lin who blessed my Ming Dynasty! For a moment, Zhu Yuanzhang almost cried with joy. He wanted to rush into the prison cell and hold the sacred painting and kiss her fiercely.
The yield per mu is 26 and seven stones!What is this concept? According to the measurement units of the Ming Dynasty, one stone is equal to one hundred catties, and 26 seven stones is equivalent to two thousand six hundred seven hundred catties!
This may not be shocking enough, so let’s do some math.
In the Ming Dynasty, even the most fertile fields could only yield three or four shi per mu, and the fields cultivated by ordinary people could only yield one or two shi per mu.
These are not even a fraction of the sweet potato yield per acre! Think so.
If sweet potatoes can really yield 26 stone per acre, they really deserve to be called a sacred object! "Boss, do you remember it?
Zhu Yuanzhang asked eagerly with his heart burning.
"Father, remember it."
Zhu Biao was sweating profusely, and he wrote like a god, writing in a flying and dancing manner on the booklet. His writing speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.
"Boss! Why do you write so slowly? If you miss a word, I will ask you." Seeing that Zhu Biao hadn't finished writing for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him with dissatisfaction.
"Father, I..."
Zhu Biao couldn't express his pain, and he didn't dare to waste time, so he had to speed up writing.
The hand speed is so fast that one can even see afterimages.
Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction. As expected, everyone was forced out.
The cell next door.
After learning that the two crops on the paper could produce 26 stone per mu, Zhu Xi held the paper in his hand and stared at the picture above.
"gentlemen…"
Zhu Ming's eyes turned red with excitement, and Lin Che's heart twitched when she saw it. What disease did this boy have again? "I'm Daming, I'm Daming, sir, I saved you..."
Zhu Ping's voice was choked with sobs and he knelt down in front of Lin Che.
Then he said something incomprehensible.
What kind of gentleman helps the country, sir saves the Ming Dynasty...
Whatever is saved in the Ming Dynasty is all thanks to Mr.
Lin Che almost thought that the boy in front of her was the Ming Emperor.
"Boss, this is our wise minister of the Ming Dynasty. After returning to the palace, he sent a message to Tang He, who was suppressing bandits in Fujian, to quickly organize a fleet and prepare to go to sea to search for these two crops."
Zhu Yuanzhang in the secret room was filled with sadness when he heard these touching words.
the other side.
"Don't get excited yet. The Emperor doesn't know yet whether the sea ban can be lifted. Even if the sea ban is lifted, it is still unknown whether these two crops can be found at sea."
Lin Che sighed and helped Zhu Ping up.
Hear the Xiang's face, which was so excited that he burst into tears and snotted from his nose, instantly turned to stone, and he became completely stunned.
He looked at Lin Che in disbelief and almost fainted.
Is the Ming Dynasty... going to perish eventually? Zhu Yuanzhang in the secret room was originally overjoyed, but now Lin Che's words were like cold water dousing the heat in his heart, and he was suddenly filled with great sadness.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt a sudden pain in his heart, and his body went limp again.
"But the problem is not big. Even if we can't find it once, even if one fleet can't find it, we will send several more fleets to look for it multiple times. This thing is overseas, and we can still find it in the end."
Lin Che continued, and gave Zhu Chong a hand.
"Sir...can you finish your sentence at once next time? My heart really can't bear it!"
Zhu Xi, who was supported by Lin Che, also woke up from the drowsiness caused by cerebral congestion.
When he opened his mouth, the miracle doctor was extremely weak, as if he had been squeezed dry.
Nonsense, who can bear such ups and downs? Didn’t you see that Zhu Yuanzhang in the secret room was also like this?
"Lin Che, do you think I'm too old?"
Zhu Yuanzhang wants to cry but has no tears, can't he finish it all at once?
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang's angina eased.
In the prison cell here, Lin Che and Zhu Ming sat down again.
"That's it!"
Lin Che poured the wine from the wine jar into the two wine cups and said lightly:
"After all, we are master and apprentice. Apart from this knowledge, I have nothing left for you..."
"But then again, I really have to thank you."
"Otherwise, life in this prison would be quite difficult, with no one around to talk to.
"Well...I'm done with my course!"
"No homework today!"
"From now on, you and I, master and disciple, owe each other nothing."
"We can be friends as equals."
Lin Che's tone sounded like she was saying goodbye on her deathbed, which made Zhu Ping's mood hit rock bottom.
(End of this chapter)