After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

Huang Ama was obviously very happy when he knew that an imperial grandson would be born in Yuqing Palace, and he was also ready to take advantage of this opportunity to go on a tour together.

When Suo'etu came out of the palace during this period to discuss with him, what he said the most was that Yinti had been imprisoned and no one in the court could restrain them. It was their turn to exert their efforts and consolidate the various forces of Mongolia. .

This tour is of great significance, and Yinreng attaches great importance to it.

Who would have thought this would be the result.

Kangxi had been observing the changes in Yinreng's expression with his peripheral vision, and his thoughts were uncontrollably spreading.

What have Suo'etu and Baocheng discussed these days?

Knowing that he wanted to stay in Beijing and couldn't follow him to Mongolia, Baocheng looked a little disappointed. Why?

Is it just because you can't follow yourself?

Kangxi did not choose to make the matter of the improved seeds public at this time.

After finalizing the entourage list, the greeting event ended.

Everyone left Shoukang Palace one after another.

Kangxi took Yinreng away first.

The father and son did not call for the sedan chair, but walked towards the east one after another.

"Baocheng is a little unhappy because he can't go on patrol?" Kangxi tried his best to communicate with his son from the perspective of a father.

"I don't dare. I don't dare to disobey Huang Ama's arrangements." Yinreng didn't understand what Huang Ama meant.

He just followed the imperial father and answered respectfully.

When Kangxi listened to his son's answer, he paused slightly and felt a sense of loss.

He responded casually and returned to normal.

Passing by Qianqing Palace all the way, the march did not stop and continued to move forward.

Although Yinreng had doubts, he had to endure it and did not ask.

Kangxi didn't ask any more questions and just walked with his head buried in the ground.

Bypassing Fengxian Hall, heading all the way to Wenhua Pavilion, they finally stopped in front of a circled area.

A group of people stood ten meters away from the land.

Seeing that Kangxi still didn't speak, Yinreng asked cautiously, "Why did Emperor Ama bring his sons here to...see this land?"

The scene in front of me was different from usual, except for the enclosed piece of land.

Yinreng could only guess at this.

"Baocheng, what do you think of this land?" Kangxi finally spoke.

Yinreng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He just had to speak. He didn't say a word, which made people feel uneasy.

Thinking that his previous answer made Huang Ama unhappy, Yinreng carefully observed the land in front of him this time, "This land... is surrounded by strips of cloth. It seems to have some use."

Kangxi looked at the land, and the picture that flashed in his eyes was a scene of lush greenery and a good harvest.

With a look, Liang Jiugong led the people back knowingly, leaving the father and son to talk.

Taking Yinreng forward, Kangxi pointed to the three divided plots of land, "These three plots of land will be plowed and sown in a month when the frozen soil melts."

"Food is the foundation of all peoples. Filling their stomachs is the fundamental way for them to live and work in peace and contentment." Kangxi looked sideways at his son.

At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was an emperor imparting strategies for governing the country, or a father teaching his son. .

Yinreng pretended to listen respectfully.

"Not long ago, I found three fine varieties among the relics of the previous dynasty." Kangxi waved his hand, and the person waiting in the corner came up with a tray.

According to the tips given by Xi Rui, two of the high-quality seeds were found in Zhuangzi, which was dedicated to the royal family of the former Ming Dynasty. The range was determined, and the subsequent search was easy.

It’s almost the same as sending someone to pick it up directly.

The rest are the same, they have spread in a small area in the south, and it is not difficult to find them.

After these few days, I worked hard and brought some back to Kangxi for review.

Yinreng looked carefully and saw three things on the tray that he had never seen before.

The one on the far left is a yellow round piece, the one in the middle is a longer, darker and larger one, and the one on the far right looks the best.

The yellow fruits are arranged in an orderly manner, with distinct and plump grains.

"Are these good varieties?" Yinreng went up and picked up the one on the far right, holding it up to his eyes for a closer look.

These three kinds of high-quality seeds were carefully cleaned and inspected before being sent to Kangxi.

Be sure not to bring any dirt or grime.

Kangxi picked up the other two items, and the little eunuch holding the tray stepped back.

"The one in your hand is corn. Once planted, the yield per mu can reach 600 to 1300 kilograms." Kangxi first introduced the improved varieties that Yinreng picked up.

"600? 1300?" This number is too exaggerated, and even people who are not familiar with general affairs can understand the meaning of it.

Kangxi had already digested the news and now introduced it to his son very calmly.

"These two in my hand are originally the pearls left in the hands of the royal family of the former Ming Dynasty." They are obviously good breeds, but they were buried in the imperial village dedicated to the royal family. Are they not the pearls left behind?

"This is called sweet potato, and the yield per mu can reach 2000 to 5000 kilograms." Kangxi first introduced the sweet potato on his right hand.

Then there is the potato held in his left hand, "This round piece is called a potato, and the yield per mu is about 3000 to 5000 kilograms." Each of them is a value that will drive people crazy just by saying it.

Xirui told Kangxi about the situation of these three things.

Based on the Q&A book and Xi Rui's own memory, there may be some deviations between the values, but the extent of the deviation requires further planting experiments.

Kangxi was aware of all this, but it did not prevent him from being delighted with this legendary output.

Just like when Kangxi first learned about the situation, Yinreng also stayed where he was.

The eyes staring at the thoroughbred gradually became eager.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Huang Ama, "Huang Ama, this... this thoroughbred..." He was so excited that his words were blocked at the edge of his mouth.

"This improved variety needs to be tested and planted, and the time will be after the Qingming Festival." Kangxi stared at Yinreng with burning eyes, "I don't want you to follow the patrol, because I want to leave all the supervision of this improved variety to you."

Yinreng's heartbeat couldn't stop accelerating. This matter of breeding good seeds would benefit the country and the people. If it was done well, his reputation would definitely rise.

"Baocheng, you are the prince, you should have the country and the people in your heart." Kangxi put the potatoes and sweet potatoes in his hands into Yinreng's arms, "I have given you the fine seeds, can you do it well?" ?”

The weight of this sentence is like a thousand pounds.

Yinreng's throat became dry.

After coughing a few times, he found his voice and said, "My son, I will definitely live up to Emperor Ama's expectations."

This is a challenge, but also an opportunity.

Yinreng bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down.

"Huang Ama just go on patrol with peace of mind. I will personally keep an eye on the good breeding and make sure nothing goes wrong." Just kidding, from now on, this good breeding will be his lifeblood.

Whether they can thrive and bear fruit is as important as whether they can bloom and spread leaves.