I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Looking at the golden rice under the setting sun, the old man pinched his waist and waved his hand boldly.

"Harvest!"

It's so late now, and it's too late for the ceremony. If we really want to do the whole thing, we have to wait until midnight.

Besides, the old man is not restrained, and he is the emperor, so no one dares to say what he wants.

Following the old man's order, all the officials rolled up their sleeves, and under the leadership of Zhu Pangpang, they picked up the sickle and went down to the field to start harvesting hybrid rice.

The princess took the girls and the new children, and followed behind to help pack and tidy up.

Later, the experienced old farmers called from all over the country started threshing on the spot under the leadership of officials from the household department.

In such a busy harvesting scene, the old man pinched his waist with his hands, and his eyes were full of relief and satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, should the potatoes be harvested now or tomorrow."

Zheng He, who was the only one who didn't harvest, saw that everyone had gone to harvest the rice, and no one cared about his potatoes. He was a little impatient, so he walked up to the old man and asked if his potatoes were still harvested today?

For this day, he has been waiting for more than half a year, and even led the crew to catch insects and weeds in the potato fields every day.

These are the seeds that those brothers bought back with their lives. Many people would rather be hungry than eat these things.

These potatoes carry the wishes of countless brothers and their contributions.

It doesn't matter to him, but those brothers who died must take this honor, because it is what they bought with their lives.

It's a pity that the boat carrying the sweet potatoes sank in the wind and waves, otherwise what would be harvested today would not be two high-yield grains, but three.

The old man was watching the rice harvesting, only then did he notice Zheng He who was standing beside him, who had lost his hand.

"Three Treasures!"

Looking at the empty sleeves, the old man had a very complicated expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab the sleeves that fluttered in the wind. The old man looked at Zheng He seriously and said, "You have already told me about you, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you." When the army is withdrawn this year and begins to recuperate next year, the power of the imperial court will increase to the navy."

"Give me three years. After three years, you will set sail again to avenge those soldiers who died for you!"

The old man's words from the heart made Zheng He, a man who had lost his arm and did not shed tears, be so moved that he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

"I thank the emperor for his kindness!"

Reaching out to pull it up, the old man looked at the fleet soldiers and some old farmers standing in the potato field, looking forward to it.He raised his hand again and saw that the people surrounding the imperial field looked at Zheng He and said.

"This high-yield grain is a blessing in the world, and it should be shared with the people."

With that said, the old man, accompanied by Zheng He, walked towards the outskirts of Huangtian, and said loudly to the people who hurriedly saluted.

"I heard that many people don't believe that the high-yield grain brought back by Zheng He can yield thousands of catties per mu. Since you don't believe it, I don't make any guarantees, otherwise you will think I am talking wildly."

The old man looked at the people and said loudly: "Today, I will witness with you whether this high-yield grain can produce thousands of catties per mu."

After speaking, he waved his hand and said to the common people: "Those who plow the fields at home can pick them together with me, and witness whether this is true."

"The untouchables are willing to be with His Majesty!"

"Grassmen are willing too!"

"Caomin plows the fields every day at home, he is a good hand, Your Majesty, Caomin is also willing."

Soon thousands of people were selected, and then walked to the potato field with the old man.

Although the old man is a general on horseback, he also knows a little about the field. Every year when he is in the court, he will personally preside over the spring plowing.

Reaching out and rolling up his sleeves, the old man seemed to have known how to pick potatoes a long time ago. He reached out and grabbed the potato seedlings and pulled them out. Five or six potatoes the size of an adult's fist were brought out.

"Oh, what a big fruit!"

Looking at the fist-sized potatoes, the old man took one and weighed it in his hand, laughing in satisfaction.

"There are more under the emperor!"

Zheng He on the side, after the old man pulled out the potato seedlings, stretched out his only hand, dug in the ground twice, and took out two or three potatoes of different sizes.

"Hahaha, good!"

The old man is in a particularly good mood today. Seeing a seedling grow so many fruits, he feels very happy.

Reaching out to pick off a few potatoes, he lowered his head and pulled them out regardless of his fatigue.

Seeing that the emperor had already started, the common people who had been divided into teams by the soldiers also started to get busy.

Soon, under the crowd of people outside, exclamations came from the potato field.

"My God, mine is as big as two fists, so it must weigh three to four catties!"

"Ha, what's yours? Look at me, it's as big as a child's head!"

"Oh my god, such a big fruit is enough for our family to eat in one meal."

The people standing outside listened to the constant discussions and cheers and exclamations from the potato and rice fields, and saw the bags of millet and potatoes piled aside, scratching their heads anxiously.

The time for receiving the goods passed very quickly, and it was getting dark in a blink of an eye.

But no one at the scene wanted to leave, and under the soldiers set up a fire and lit torches, they continued to harvest the fruits in full swing.

The harvesters in the front, and the officials of the household department and the people from the chamber of commerce in the back are also busy without touching the ground.

One by one, they helped to bag and weigh the fields.

The old man has already explained that every acre of land should be placed in that acre of land, so that comparison can be made.

It has been busy until midnight, and the overall harvest is officially completed.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Xia Yuanji who was holding the ledger, his face flushed with excitement.

"How about it, what's the harvest!"

The old man asked with a smile while reaching out to take the account book.

"Your Majesty, it's auspicious. It's just auspicious. I've lived so many years in vain. I never thought that there would be such a high-yield grain in this world."

Seeing this guy's mouth flutter, the old man laughed, and then stood on the steps with the account book, looking at the nobles and officials of the people under the countless torches around him.

Everyone also looked at the old man quietly, waiting for the emperor to announce the official result.

Although the piles of grain and potatoes have proved that the output is not low, they still want to know the exact amount.

Under the light of the torch, the old man opened the tent.

He glanced at it first, and after he saw the numbers clearly, his expression froze for a moment, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes vigorously, and took a deep breath.

Finally, looking at the people around him, the horn raised by Little Snot became louder.

"The first field of hybrid rice, with a total weight of 1 catties!"

"Wow!"

There was an instant uproar at the scene.

920 jin is twice the output of the current field.

If all the fields planted in Da Ming could have such a high yield, would Da Ming still starve to death?

The common people were very excited, but they suppressed the excitement in their hearts as fast as they could, and prepared to hear about the high-yield grain output.

"The second field of hybrid rice, 2 catties!"

"The second field of hybrid rice, 3 catties!"

The old man announced the output of the three-acre field of hybrid rice, and the faces of the common people and officials turned red with excitement.

After reading the hybrid rice of the three fields, the old man took a deep breath, looked at everyone and said: "The first field of potatoes, 1 catties!"

"boom!"

The crowd was thrown into an uproar as if a bomb had been thrown into it.

When picking, they judged that the yield should not be low based on the number of piles.

But when they heard the exact figures, everyone was dumbfounded.

4500 catties, my God, the output of one mu of land is worth 10 times what they usually cultivate.

Now they are all at a loss, and some suspect that what they have planted for so many years may be fake fields.

After a little silence below, the old man continued to speak loudly with a rosy face.

"The second field of potatoes, 2 catties!"

"it is good!"

There was another jubilation below.

The old man waved his hand and said to everyone with an excited expression.

"The next thing I want to read is an experimental field. The potatoes in this field are just planted, and then I don't care about anything. I don't fertilize, weed, or catch insects. The rain is all provided by God."

Everyone held their breath and understood what the emperor meant when he read out the field.

This is to tell everyone that this kind of high-yielding grain, if you don't take care of it, how much will the yield be?

Everyone held their breath and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man took a deep breath and announced loudly with the loudest voice.

"The third unmanaged potato field yields 3 catties per mu!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

This time it really exploded.

No one cares about the fields that no one cares about, as long as the seeds are planted, they can grow 1800 catties.

These are not seeds, they are simply golden bumps.

Everyone was cheering, and those old people who had experienced hunger were lying on the ground and crying loudly.

Shouting the names of those who died of starvation, saying that they did not catch up with the good times, and telling them that their children and grandchildren will never go hungry again.

Listen to the cheers and the firecrackers and fireworks all around you.

The old man showed a satisfied smile on his face, holding the ledger in his hand, and looked up at the sky.

"Father, did you see that? No one in our Ming Dynasty will starve to death again!"

The cheering and celebration lasted for a long time. After the soldiers shouted for everyone to be quiet again, the old man called Zheng He to the stage and asked the soldiers of Zheng He's fleet to stand in front of the stage.

He held Zheng He's hand, looked at the soldiers in the fleet, and said loudly to those present.

"Zheng He and the soldiers of the fleet traveled thousands of miles and faced life and death all the time. They brought new food to our Ming Dynasty. I and the people of the world should be grateful."

After speaking, the old man bowed deeply to Zheng He and the soldiers of the fleet in front of all the people.

The old man's sudden move startled Zheng He, and he quickly knelt down on the ground.

The same is true for the soldiers of the fleet, who knelt on the ground one after another, saying that they did not dare.

"The emperor is right. Mr. Zheng and these soldiers have brought high-yield grain, so that our people will no longer suffer from hunger, and our children and grandchildren will no longer suffer from hunger. We should all be grateful for that."

An old farmer standing in front of the crowd, seeing the old man's salute, also felt that it should be so.

At the beginning, they still had some doubts about the high-yield grain, but now they saw and heard with their own eyes, those doubts disappeared without a trace, and only gratitude remained in their hearts.

Zheng He and others traveled thousands of miles and brought back high-yield crops through untold hardships, which is a kindness to the people of the world.

For such a great kindness, ten thousand words are not enough to thank him, and a mere salute is already negligent.

Now that even the emperor saluted and thanked them, the beneficiaries naturally couldn't lag behind.

Under the greeting of several old farmers, the common people, men, women, old and young, knelt down on the ground one after another, saluted and kowtowed to Zheng He and others.

The crown prince Zhu Pangpang and the crown princess also brought all the official women's papers, and bowed to Zheng He and others.

"Zheng He is a mere eunuch, how can he bear the great gifts from all the folks and elders."

Seeing the common people, the crown prince, officials and others kneeling and kowtowing to him, Zheng He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself on the ground, saying that he didn't dare to do so, while crying loudly.

He, Zheng He, was just a eunuch. Although he was a minister, he knew that many people still looked down on him.

Apart from his own dream, he also wanted to tell everyone that he, Zheng He, was physically disabled, but he also had great ambitions.

However, during the first two voyages, when I came back, what I received was not the appreciation and respect of the people, but all kinds of doubts and puzzles.

If it weren't for the support of the emperor and the full support of His Royal Highness, it would be impossible for him to dream of going to sea.

Later, after going through many difficulties and obstacles, his wish to travel around the world finally came true, and today he has been thanked by the people all over the world because of his act of bringing back high-yield grain.

He Zheng He did what all the eunuchs in history wanted to do, even if he died today, he would have no regrets.