The happy life of a prodigal

Borrow money?

Is Fangxiu that kind of person! ?

Today, even if I die of starvation, I will never borrow a tael of silver if I jump from here!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes, glanced at Emperor Chu, with a pitiful expression on his face, and asked: "Your Majesty, why don't you lend less to the minister?

Don't worry, it will be returned when the time comes! "

When Emperor Chu heard this, the gentle look on his face instantly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "I don't have a tael of silver.

I'm here, you still don't have any small thoughts. "

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Fang Xiu immediately curled his lips.

This dog emperor is really stingy, he has helped him so much, but in the end he is not willing to borrow some money.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your coming here today?"

After the joke was over, Emperor Chu's expression became serious. Looking at Fang Xiu, he spoke slowly.

Although he had been talking about borrowing money just now, he understood it in his heart.

On the surface, Fang Xiu has a cynical attitude, but in fact he is worried about the people of the world.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to say the phrase "worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later".

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu corrected his posture and said, "I tell your majesty, this time I see you, I want to give you a present."

When Emperor Chu heard this, he was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked, "Oh? What gift?"

Fang Xiu looked at Emperor Chu with a serious expression on his face, and slowly uttered seven words: "All the people in the world are happy!"

When Emperor Chu heard these seven words, he was startled for a moment, and then his expression became a little strange.

All the people in the world are happy?

What a difficult thing this is, not to mention him, even the Mingjun of thousands of generations can hardly do it.

In just seven words, countless kings struggled for it all their lives, but in the end it was difficult to achieve even a little bit.

Now, he told himself so openly that he wanted to make 'all the people in the world happy'?

This is a bit too much...

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu shook his head, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, "Fang Xiu, do you know what you mean by saying that?"

Fang Xiu nodded and said firmly, "Of course I know."

Seeing his expression, Emperor Chu thought for a while and said, "I believe in you, you have never been a random person.

Tell me, how can I make the people of this world happy? "

Fang Xiu said, "I only need one thing...sweet potatoes!"

He didn't continue to play tricks, but said very straightforwardly.

When Emperor Chu heard the word 'sweet potato', he was stunned.

There was a thoughtful look on his face, and he thought for a moment, but he didn't understand what this sweet potato was.

Could it be benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness...

He subconsciously looked at Liu Cheng beside him.

Seeing Emperor Chu's expression, Liu Cheng was embarrassed.

Because he didn't know what the sweet potato was.

As the eyes and ears of the emperor, this is the third time he has encountered something he has never heard of, and all of them are here with Fang Xiu.

I really don't know where Fang Xiu heard these new words.

Chu Huang just glanced at Liu Cheng, and knew in his heart that he was hopeless.

So, he raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked: "What are sweet potatoes... why have I never heard of it?"

Know what you know, and what you don't know is what you don't know. These are the words of the sages.

Emperor Chu was familiar with the books of sages, so he naturally understood.

Fang Xiu thought for a while and explained: "Reporting to Your Majesty, sweet potatoes are a kind of food."

"food?"

A surprised expression appeared on Chu Huang's face.

He has thought a lot about what this sweet potato is. It may be a weapon similar to the punishment of heaven, or it may be some so-called 'auspiciousness', or some sage's words...

But I didn't expect that it turned out to be a kind of food!

Fang Xiu nodded and said: "It is indeed a kind of grain, and it is the grain that I obtained from outside the middle land."

He paused, and without waiting for the Emperor Chu to ask, he began to explain: "This kind of food can survive in all kinds of harsh environments, even in the cold winter months, it can still grow, but it is not so vigorous.

In addition, it does not consume so much water like rice and wheat, and can still grow normally even in a drought like the Central Plains.

There is no requirement for land, and even wasteland does not have much impact.

These are just the second, the most important point of this sweet potato is its yield.

I don't know the specific yield, but I do know one thing, that is, the yield of one mu of sweet potatoes is at least three or four times that of rice and wheat.

If the spring of the coming year is planted with sweet potatoes in the ground, you don't need to take care of it, and you can get a lot of food in three to four months! "

Having said so much in one breath, Fang Xiu felt that his voice had become a little hoarse, so he subconsciously picked up the teacup beside him, and took a sip lightly.

On the dragon chair, Emperor Chu was completely stunned.

It's not because of Fang Xiu's rudeness, but...shock!

Shocked that there is such an almost 'perfect' food in the world.

If this sweet potato is really as Fang Xiu said, then there are still people in this world who are not full of food?

Perhaps a famine disaster like the one in the Central Plains will never happen again!

If this is the case, wouldn't it be "all the people in the world are happy"! ?

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu couldn't help feeling a surge of emotion.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Since becoming emperor, there have only been two times.

Once was when I saw God's Punishment, and once was this time.

However, the protagonist of these two times is the same person - Fang Xiu!

For Fang Xiu, he sincerely trusted him.

He also knew that Fang Xiu had never been a targetless person, and of course, there was no such thing as 'taking credit'.

Even, for the so-called 'credit', in the eyes of the world, the prodigal son is dismissive.

He would not do things that are commonplace in the court, such as 'taking meritorious service'.

Everything he did and said was for the court, for the people of the world, or for the sake of the Son of Heaven!

Whether it is the punishment of God or the method of surgery, it is the same...

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu couldn't bear it any longer, stood up from the dragon chair, walked in front of Fang Xiu, stared at him with a pair of deep eyes, and asked very solemnly: "I ask you, what you said is true. true?"

As early as when Emperor Chu left the dragon chair, Fang Xiu had already stood up.

Hearing this, his expression also became very serious, and he replied: "I am willing to use my wealth and life as a guarantee. This sweet potato is exactly as I said. It is cold-resistant, drought-resistant, and has a high yield... .

Even if there are some mistakes, it is about the same. "

Chapter 481 What Are You Dare To Say?

What was said earlier was what Qian Zheng told himself in the letter, and the subsequent output was his guess based on his own memory.

He remembered that the yield of sweet potatoes was much higher than that of wheat and rice, at least three or four times, otherwise it would be impossible to feed so many people.

Emperor Chu heard these words.

He who has always been calm, even at this moment, his breathing became a little short.

sweet potato......

sweet potato......

The word 'sweet potato' kept repeating in his mind.

If all this is true, then...

He couldn't continue imagining any longer, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

Emperor Chu looked at Fang Xiu and asked, "How does this sweet potato taste?"

As food, the taste naturally cannot be too bad.

If it is to maintain life, even eating bark is okay, but the nutritional content is relatively low, and it is difficult to swallow.

If the taste of this sweet potato is the same as the bark, even if there is such a high yield, it doesn't make much sense.

When Fang Xiu heard this question, he smiled.

When he was still in middle school, because he didn't have much money, when other children ate fish and meat, he could only eat cheap sweet potatoes.

For the taste of sweet potatoes, it is all too familiar.

Even in the modern age where material life is extremely rich, roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potato porridge are rare delicacies for some people.

It is just like him who eats all day long and eats endlessly, so that he will feel disgusted, but for most people who find it difficult to even eat enough, it is a delicacy like a mountain delicacy!

Fang Xiu replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I have eaten it before, roasted it with fire, it tastes sweet, cut it into small pieces and added it to the porridge, it is also full of aroma.

Compared with wheat and rice, it has a different taste. "

After hearing this, Emperor Chu thought about it, and asked again: "Is there a real thing, I want to see what this sweet potato looks like."

Fang Xiu cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I have brought a box of sweet potatoes and put them outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

The Emperor Chu looked expectant, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, "Go and get some..."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he opened his mouth, and just as he was about to respond, he heard the Emperor Chu impatiently say: "Forget it, I will go there by myself."

After speaking, he stepped outside.

There is indeed a wooden box outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and a little eunuch is standing there next to it to take care of it.

He was feeling bored, when he looked up, he saw His Majesty appearing in front of him, he immediately panicked, knelt down in haste, and shouted long live.

However, Emperor Chu didn't have the time to pay attention to him, so he waved his hand and said, "Open this wooden box, I want to see it."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, the little eunuch hurriedly said yes, turned around and opened the wooden box.

Before he could turn around, he was pushed away by Emperor Chu.

When Emperor Chu saw the so-called 'sweet potato' in the wooden box, his expression froze instantly.

That's it?

Just looking at it, he felt in his heart that it is absolutely impossible for this thing to produce an acre of wheat and rice several times as Fang Xiu described.

Fang Xiu stood beside him and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, these are just seedlings of sweet potatoes, they haven't matured yet.

Although the sweet potato was cold-resistant, the minister got only one sweet potato from a Nanyang merchant. I dared not take the risk, so I sent the steward of the mansion to take the sweet potato to Jiangnan.

These sweet potato seedlings were planted by the steward in the minister's mansion after more than a month.

I believe that as long as these seedlings are planted in the ground, there will be a bumper harvest in the coming year! "

When Emperor Chu heard this, his expression softened a little.

He knew in his heart that no matter what he did, he should not be too impatient.

Although he is the Son of Heaven, there are still many things that he does not understand.

When it comes to farming, he may not be as good as the old farmers on the roadside.