OBS Chapter 217 There is a difference between relaxing and letting the sheep run wild.
Chapter 217 There is a difference between relaxing and letting the sheep run wild.
Before he could prepare, Fourteen fell hard, and landed on his buttocks. He cried out in pain, "Myna, you..."
The Eighth Prince chuckled: "Who told you to keep chattering about my embarrassing moments?"
"If I don't kick you, you won't know that I am a man of both civil and military abilities!"
Fourteenth Prince was still quite angry, but after hearing what Eighth Prince said, he thought about it again.
Good guy!
This is not a complaint, it is clearly a banner for protesting injustice, and it is another way of ridiculing one's own brother!
If he were in their shoes, he would probably be so angry that he would draw his sword.
After thinking from his perspective, Fourteen was no longer angry. He just smiled and scratched his head: "My dear brother, my brother is wrong. I shouldn't have done that. You are a magnanimous person, so please forgive me this time."
"You still say?"
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. My dear brother, what do you think we two brothers will be given when we make such a great contribution and our Khan Ama becomes the prince? What title will he give us?"
Not only the fourteenth, but all the other meritorious princes also want to know.
I hope Khan Ama will reveal the answer soon.
Kangxi's entire attention was on the imperial farm and the corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other crops that were about to be harvested.
Last autumn, after Baotai heard Yinzhen's chatter, he hurried to the palace to present treasures, allowing these good things that Yinzhen highly praised to pass through.
High yield, delicious and not picky about the soil.
When these three key words are put together, which feudal emperor would not go crazy?
Kangxi was of course no exception.
Knowing that the output of potatoes and sweet potatoes can reach several times or even ten times that of existing wheat, millet, soybeans, etc.
He began to attach great importance to it.
Before the spring plowing, people were sent to collect a batch of seeds and planted them in the imperial farm.
Find an experienced farmer to take care of it carefully.
From breaking ground to flowering, every critical moment, Kangxi would take time to check it out in person.
In just over two months, the corn stalks had grown seven or eight feet tall.
He stood on the ridge, looking up but unable to reach the tip. The stick was nearly a foot long, and covered with densely packed grains.
The vines of potatoes and sweet potatoes are also green and exceptionally thick.
Kangxi tried it himself in private, and one seedling could produce more than a dozen potatoes or sweet potatoes.
As big as a fist, as small as a chicken egg.
All things added up, each seedling can produce one or two kilograms, or two or three kilograms. There are about 2,000 seedlings per mu of land, so conservatively speaking, it can produce 4,000 kilograms.
Compared with the current average yield of 300 to 400 kilograms, the yield on lean land may only be 100 to 200 kilograms, which has increased several times.
Even if it is promoted in the future, ordinary farmland is not as good as the imperial farm in terms of water, fertilizer and maintenance. Even if one acre of land is reduced by half, there are still two thousand kilograms!
This number is so high that Kangxi would laugh in his dreams.
I count the days on my fingers every day.
I am looking forward to bringing all the civil and military officials with me when the harvest comes, so that everyone can open their eyes!
Combined with what Little Eighteen said, he arranged for the Third Brother to set the pace in the Qing Daily.
It is said that these good things were introduced to the Central Plains during the Wanli reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, the Zhu family had run out of luck, so they had to beg for food with a golden bowl in hand. They left such good crops uncultivated, causing starvation everywhere and the people to live in misery.
Their Qing Dynasty is different!
After discovering this good thing, the emperor personally issued an order to quickly plant it in the imperial farm. He would inquire about it from time to time and lead civil and military officials to harvest it in person.
After confirming that these things are indeed high-yielding, delicious, and filling, we will quickly promote them to the public.
Directly included in taxation!
In this way, there will be no need to worry about Jiahe not being able to be promoted on a large scale and benefiting the people faster and more effectively.
Even so, he was still afraid of missing something.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Yinzhen came to pay his respects, he seemed to have an unintentional conversation with the prince, trying to stimulate discussion.
I thought I would listen to him finish speaking and then fill in the gaps based on what he said.
As a result, Yinzhen was stunned: [As expected, the ancients never lacked wisdom. They just suffered from the lack of information development that came a few hundred years later. In terms of conspiracy and trickery, ahem, in terms of resourcefulness, Kangxi's father is much better! ]
[Look at the propaganda war, they directly made the Ming Dynasty the control group. Tsk tsk, the Ming Dynasty has run out of luck, so it has to return empty-handed even if it enters the treasure mountain. The Qing Dynasty inherited the mandate of heaven and was the best at turning decay into magic, using a small Jiahe to bring great changes to the world. Kangxi Kangxi, Kangning Xihe, tsk tsk tsk…]
After making sure that the brat had nothing new to say except shock and complaints, Kangxi pretended to have just realized that he was still there: "Little Eighteen, is there anything else?"
"Yes~"
Yinzhen smiled and nodded: "My son has not yet given Khan Ama a thumbs up of admiration! Khan Ama cares about the welfare of the people and never forgets to seek benefits for the people. He is really a good emperor that is hard to find even with a lantern. The Qing Dynasty has such an emperor, which is a blessing for my son, the country, and the people of the world."
Kangxi:? ? ?
I feel that this word is a little familiar for some reason, so I listen to it again.
But after the brat finished speaking, he leisurely left, saying that he did not want to disturb Khan Ama and the second prince.
The prince was left with a red face due to embarrassment, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
Kangxi finally understood where this strange familiar feeling came from and gritted his teeth: "Come back here, you little brat. I promise not to spank your little butt into eight pieces!"
After saying such cruel words, can Yinzhen still stop?
No, no.
He will just run faster.
He rushed out of the palace like a whirlwind and headed straight for the Fourth Prince's Mansion.
No matter what, she had to find her dear Fourth Brother to pour out her grievances, and then use the special delicacies of the Fourth Prince's Mansion to soothe her wounded heart.
As soon as he arrived, he was warmly welcomed by his third nephew Hongshi.
The little guy even took over Su Peisheng's job, serving tea and pouring water, and was very attentive. If Yinzhen hadn't strongly refused, he would have even massaged his uncle's back and washed his feet.
The enthusiasm made Yinzhen panic: "As the saying goes, when something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong. Xiao Hongshi, what are you doing..."
“No, no, no.” The little guy shook his head fiercely: “Uncle Eighteen, don’t worry, there is absolutely no monster! It’s just… there is just a poor nephew who is waiting for your rescue~”
Huh?
Yinzhen was puzzled. His fourth brother used to be very strict with his nephew Hongshi, and he almost wanted to teach him to death as long as he could. But later, he realized that too much is as bad as too little!
It's quite gentle and loose, isn't it?
Ah.
The Fourth Master sneered: "Then there is a difference between relaxing and herding sheep!"
"As a descendant of the Aisin-Gioro family, you can't slack off on your literary and martial arts training, right? You have to go to Wuyi Zhai, right?"
"When my father was his age, he had already been getting up early and going to bed late to study. But he was different. He complained about the cold last winter, the wind this spring, and the heat in summer. He went to Wuyi Zhai for half a year, but he only went to school for two months in total. What he learned was all for food. He can't even recite the Three Character Classic with difficulty..."
After a long scolding, Hongshi spread his hands painfully to his eighteenth uncle: Now you know why my nephew earnestly hopes that you will stay for a few more days?