The happy life of a prodigal

Digging sweet potatoes is actually that easy.

Don't look at how easy it is for these farmers to do it, but it is actually very difficult!

Before Liu Cheng became an eunuch, his family was poor and they also farmed.

I know how tired the farmers are at harvest time.

If His Majesty wants to experience it, there is nothing wrong with it.

But looking at His Majesty's posture, it is obvious that he wants to dig sweet potatoes with the farmers, so there is a problem!

Your Majesty is a man of gold, if something happens because of digging sweet potatoes, what should we do!

With a sad face, Liu Cheng persuaded: "Your Majesty, digging sweet potatoes is very tiring. You are a body of thousands of gold, and a body of ten thousand gold. You carry the country and the country on your shoulders!

You... you still..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw Emperor Chu waved his hand and said: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down the soil. Whoever eats the food on the plate, every grain of it is hard work. How old was I when I wrote this poem?" , I firmly remembered it in my heart.

However, I only got it from these poems and words, and I have never experienced it personally.

Today, I want to experience firsthand how miserable this farmer is.

But it's just digging sweet potatoes, I know how to measure, if I'm tired, I won't continue, you don't have to be so nervous..."

Hearing this, Liu Cheng showed hesitation on his face.

I don't know how long I thought about it, but I was about to send someone to protect His Majesty.

I saw that His Majesty had already picked up the hoe and walked towards the field.

When he saw this scene, he had a look of surprise on his face, and hurriedly moved forward.

However, halfway through, his footsteps paused slightly.

After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, he turned around and took a hoe from the guard, followed beside Emperor Chu, and dug up sweet potatoes.

Your Majesty is digging sweet potatoes there.

He is a servant, watching from the side, what kind of thing is that?

Being able to achieve this position, Liu Cheng knows and understands better than anyone else.

"This sweet potato sounds so miraculous. It can save thousands of people and provide food for millions of people. It seems so ordinary...

Among other things, it looked like wild vegetables. "

Emperor Chu dug up a piece of sweet potato, looked at it carefully for a moment, and expressed such emotion.

When Liu Cheng heard this, he didn't answer.

the reason is simple......

He is tired.

Although he just dug a few pieces of sweet potatoes, he was already tired.

Don't look at his martial arts prowess, but...after all, he is old.

There is still explosive power for a moment, but what is needed to dig sweet potatoes is not explosive power, but physical strength for long hours of labor.

Emperor Chu dug up two pieces of sweet potatoes, but he was also tired.

He put down the piece of sweet potato, frowned, and sighed: "I just dug for a while, and I'm so tired.

Those farmers seem to be not too different in age from me, but they have to stand under the sun for several hours, waving their hoes repeatedly...

Hey......

What is the noon of the day of hoeing, sweat dripping down the soil...

Even if you read such a poem a thousand times or ten thousand times, it is not as good as experiencing it personally and coming to reality. "

When he said this, he sighed deeply.

Because in the past, he believed in these verses and words very much.

However, at this moment, he realized that these words and verses were nothing at all.

Those literati, those poets sat at home, sitting at their desks, drinking wine and tea, and wrote such verses.

Even if it is touching again, what's the point?

For those who read poems, they just want to feel the hard work of the farmers and the various states of the world when they read these poems.

But in this way, isn't it touching yourself?

No matter how many poems you read, it is really better to do something yourself.

For a moment, Emperor Chu didn't know what to say.

I just feel that my past 50 or [-] years have been spent in vain.

At the same time, he seemed to understand...

I understand why Fang Xiu knows so much, and why he can easily accomplish many things that others cannot do.

Because he knows.

It's better to have no books if you have all the letters.

He knows that many things cannot be solved by reading books.

And it needs to be down to earth.

Only by being down-to-earth can we understand.

Only by understanding can we know how to solve it!

Chapter 696 How does it taste?

Standing in the farmland, Chu Huang sighed as he looked at the busy farmers.

Even if he has read so many poems and read so many memorials every day, what is the use?

It's really better to leave your own warm pavilion, go out for a walk, and see the world with your own eyes!

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu silently left the farmland, stood aside, and watched the farmers continue to dig sweet potatoes.

Seeing this scene, Liu Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put down his hoe, and followed behind Emperor Chu.

Chu Huang glanced at him, originally wanting him to help those farmers continue to dig sweet potatoes, but after thinking about it, it's not easy for this dog to accompany him, so he didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

Time passed minute by minute.

Soon, all the sweet potatoes in this acre of field were dug out.

Without the emperor's order, the pro-military people brought weights and measures.

Then put the sweet potatoes on top and weigh them bit by bit.

Although Chu Huang didn't quite understand, he still stood aside and waited.

But in fact, he already had a rough idea in his heart.

Among other things, he almost didn't need to weigh it, just by taking a look at it, he could confirm that the yield of sweet potatoes must far exceed that of rice!

As for whether it really reaches seven thousand catties or not, it is not particularly important.

The important thing is that sweet potatoes do exist, and they do have such good yields.

Although he was still waiting, a smile appeared on his face.

This smile is a gratifying smile.

Not only because of this sweet potato, but also because of Fangxiu...

He still remembers what happened to the sweet potato.

It was a Nanyang businessman who claimed to be Wannian ginseng.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will be regarded as a thousand-year-old ginseng.

It's okay to be wrong.

Anyway, no one knows what the effect of Wannian ginseng is.

Since I spent real money to buy Wannian ginseng from other people, what's the big deal about giving it away as Wannian ginseng?

Most people in this world probably have this mentality.

Even the Emperor Chu himself may not be able to escape the vulgarity.

In fact, it's not like he hasn't seen something like a sweet potato before.

There was once a Nanyang businessman who also paid tribute to him.

Just talking about exotic ginseng.

He didn't think much about it at the time, so he rewarded the man with ginseng to the concubine.

Thinking about it now, if I hadn't easily listened to what the Nanyang businessman said, maybe the sweet potato had already been successfully cultivated.

Maybe, the famine disaster in the Central Plains will never happen...

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu frowned slightly, and sighed leisurely again.

At this time, the pro-military lieutenant had already counted the weight of the sweet potato, walked up to Emperor Chu, and saluted respectfully.

Then he said: "Your Majesty, the weight of the sweet potatoes in this one-acre field is... seven thousand one hundred and thirty-two catties!"

When he said this, he himself showed an expression of disbelief.

Seven thousand 130 two catties...

What kind of concept is this?

Such an acre of sweet potato land can produce more than ten mu, or even dozens of mu of rice.

What a feat!

If this kind of sweet potato is planted on all the land, will there be no food to eat in the end of the day?

The answer is obvious, no!

If all the land is planted with sweet potatoes, the imperial court may not care about anything from now on!

With enough food to eat, who else is willing to do those chicken-screaming and dog-robbing things?

With enough food to eat, who would not want to read sage books?

With enough food to eat, how many more people should be there to contribute to the court?

With enough food to eat...

The pro-military captain is just a small captain, and he can still think of so much.

What's more, what about Emperor Chu?

At this moment, there was an excited expression on his face, and he was speechless for a long time.

He understood the significance of this sweet potato too well.

However, at this time, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Your Majesty, but how do you eat this sweet potato?"

Chu Huang was slightly taken aback, and then became dumbfounded.

Yup!

How could you forget this!

If the sweet potato tasted extremely bad, it would be difficult to swallow.

Even if the output is high, what's the use?

Probably just like that bran, people will only eat it when they are too hungry.

Then his high output is meaningless.

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu frowned slightly, looked at the farmers, and ordered: "Go and ask how to eat these sweet potatoes."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Immediately, a pro-military guard went to question him.