Daming: Dad, stop rebelling and stay healthy with me

"Grandson Zhu Zhan Yan, I am willing to make meritorious service for my father!!" Zhu

Zhan Yan's last voice was full of anger, and Ling Xiao Han recalled in the hall.

Zhu Gaochi, who was secretly sobbing, couldn't help but stop his voice and looked at Zhu Zhanchi blankly.

Zhu Di's eyes widened, he didn't expect such a sentence to come out of his grandson's mouth, the ancients were loyal and filial in the end, so there was a thousand-year-old Mulan who served in the army for his father.

During the Han Dynasty, the selection of talents was selected according to people's character, called "filial piety", that is, from various places to select filial piety people

, the ancients believed that if you do not honor your parents, how can you obey

the monarch? And Zhu Di is also a monarch who attaches great importance to family affection.

Therefore, Zhu Di's words just now shocked Zhu Di, and his grandson is so filial, this is a good thing!

However, as a monarch, Zhu Di's joy and anger are not superficial, so he naturally will not show it, but just said lightly: "Guilty of meritorious service? Hmph, it sounds good, what kind of merit can you make, and what merit do you need to make?"

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Zhanji knew that Zhu Di had already been moved by what he said, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa."

Zhu Di waved his hand and said coldly: "Call the emperor." "

Your Majesty.

Zhu Zhanyan was happy in his heart, don't look at Zhu Di deliberately snubbing himself, in fact, the more this happens, the more he is hiding that he has relented.

He arched his hand and said: "Wasn't there a flood in Henan Province some time ago? The imperial court treasury lacks silver taels, you asked my father Zhu Gaoxu to raise funds for this matter, most of the grain in the treasury is the budget of military rations, and it cannot be supported at will, in case the border soldiers."

"Didn't my father make trouble with this again, and he couldn't make up the money..... So the grandson thinks..."

Zhu Di said: "So, do you want to prepare for your father to prepare for the silver taels, not to mention that you can't do this with a doll, who will listen to you in the Manchu Dynasty, and I only need to make a holy decree, who dares not

to pay for it?" Zhu Zhanyan shook his head: "No, the emperor has the wrong idea, the grandson wants to solve this famine, don't bother grandpa, you don't need to pay a tael of silver from the court!

There is no need for the imperial court to pay a tael of silver? The number of refugees affected by the disaster in Henan is 300,000, and the number of refugees is still increasing

! He is a hairy boy, how to solve the problem, isn't it a fool's dream

! Even if he wants to save his father, he can't say such unrealistic empty words!

At this time, Zhu Gaochi panicked first, and he said in his heart that I had pleaded for mercy in the first place, but wouldn't you kill your father by interfering with this sideways?

If the old man really promised you, and you can't do it, then it is reasonable to see that your head is an ironclad thing, and your father Zhu Gaochu will be killed by you! Zhu Gaochi

hurriedly stood up and said: "Nephew, the idea that you want to make meritorious service is good, but this matter cannot be done, but don't talk nonsense."

After speaking, he looked at Zhu Di again, his little eyes with tears were squeezed together, and he squeezed out a wry smile and said: "Dad, Huangkou Xiaoer, you can't believe what you say."

Zhu Di didn't pay attention to Zhu Gaochi, but walked towards Zhu Zhanchi and said, "Tell me, how do you help the disaster?"

Zhu Di also didn't believe it, but judging from Zhu Zhanchi's various behaviors these days, he probably knew the character of this grandson, what he couldn't do, and he wouldn't talk nonsense.

The long-term way of water control that Zhu Zhanyan said before is a strategy, which can be said empty.

However, this disaster relief cannot be relied on lip service, and the 300,000 victims of the disaster will open their mouths to eat, and if they cannot come up with the real thing, they will mutinied.

He was a little curious, why did this grandson dare to say such a thing.

Facing Zhu Di's inquiry, Zhu Zhanyan lifted the cloth bag in his hand and said, "Your Majesty, the disaster relief thing is in my cloth bag."

"Huh

?" Zhu Di was stunned, he had found that Zhu Zhanyan had been holding a cloth bag in his hand, and he didn't ask much, how could this small cloth bag be used for disaster relief?"

"Zhu Zhanyan, this is not a trivial matter, don't make fun of me, otherwise I will let your father and son meet and go to prison together." Zhu Di's face turned cold and said.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaochi also hurried over, waved his hand and said: "I said eldest nephew, don't make a mess, hurry up and apologize to your grandfather, take back what you just said, you are a hairy boy, and your grandfather will not blame you."

Zhu Zhanyan shook his head indifferently and said, "Your Majesty, how can your grandson joke with you about this." As

he spoke, he opened the cloth bag and poured out all the contents of the cloth bag, and the potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes rolled to the ground.

"Your Majesty, these are the food for disaster relief!" Zhu

Di glanced at the things on the ground and sneered: "That's it, enough for a few people to eat?...... Huh, what is this?"

he stopped talking and looked at the crops on the ground in surprise.

Zhu Di is not an emperor who is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains, he attaches great importance to agriculture like Zhu Yuanzhang, and the people take food as the sky, and only when they master grain can they completely control the country.

Everything else is empty talk, since ancient times, hasn't the change of dynasty always been because the people could not afford to eat and rebelled? If everyone could have enough to eat, who would choose to rebel and be risky?

Zhu Di can recognize all the crops in the world, and he knows the yield and how to plant, but Zhu Di has seen these crops on the ground for the first time.

"Your Majesty, this is called a potato, and it's the first time you've seen it, right?"

Zhu Zhanyan picked up a potato and pointed to the potato and said.

"Potatoes, beans in the soil, could this thing grow in the soil?"

said Zhu Di as he looked at the fresh potatoes that were still sticking to the soil.

"Your Majesty, this crop does grow in the soil. Zhu Zhanyan seized the opportunity and immediately sent a rainbow fart.

"You little bunny.

Zhu Di's mood was obviously much better, and said: "What are the characteristics of this thing? Can it provide disaster relief?" Zhu

Zhanyan struck while the iron was hot, secretly changed the name back

, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, this potato is not simple, don't look at its appearance, but it has a high yield, is easy to store, and delicious, durable and nutritious! To deal with the disaster victims, two a day can fill the stomach." "

The main content of potatoes is starch, which is the most important thing that the human body needs to consume carbohydrates.

"Two a day can be full?This thing looks so strange and delicious

?" Zhu Di said to himself, thinking of something, and said: "You still say that

it has a high yield?How high is it?" "Hmm.....

" Zhu Zhanyan sighed for a few breaths and said: "It's not particularly high, the yield per mu is 8,000 catties." "

Hiss.....

In the main hall, there were two gasping sounds.

They were Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi, both of whom had wide eyes and looked incredulous.

In the Ming Dynasty, the main grains were wheat and rice, respectively.

The yield of wheat per mu is 400 catties, and the yield of rice per mu is 500 catties.

The yield of this potato is 8,000 catties, which is a difference of nearly 20 times!