Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Huang Yan coldly watched Zhu Zhanji use the emperor's pen and paper, and remembered this detail in his heart.

Zhu Zhanji's calligraphy was taught by Zhu Di himself, but after seeing some crooked characters, Zhu Di frowned.

After Zhu Zhanji finished writing, he said excitedly: "Grandpa Emperor, I went to the Imperial College and the Ministry of Households today, and compared the records on both sides, and found out some secrets of food."

When Zhu Di looked at this valiant grandson, the thought that had just come out in his mind dissipated again.

"Since the three generations, the grain yield per mu has been on festivals and festivals. The yield per mu in the former Han Dynasty was 2.82 shi, while the yield per mu in the former Tang Dynasty was equivalent to 3.8 shi in the Han system..."

Hearing this, Zhu Di's face was a little moved.

"...In the pre-Song Dynasty, the yield per mu was equivalent to 4.8 stones in the Han system..."

Zhu Zhanji picked up the rice paper and said with a high spirit: "Grandpa Emperor, in my Daming, the yield of winter wheat per mu in the north is no more than 1.5 shi made in the Han Dynasty."

"So low..."

Zhu Di pretended not to be worried.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Grandpa Emperor, nowadays, many of the northern parts are already Xia Mai Qiu Su, and the output per mu is equivalent to the three and two stones made in Han, which is quite a lot."

Zhu Di's gaze became more relieved, stroking his long beard and listening with a smile.

Zhu Zhanji grabbed the back of his head and said in a daze: "It's just that the yield per acre in the south is a bit messy. Some are two seasons and some are one season, but when combined, they should be a lot higher than the north. Grandpa, this is why the south is rich. , Is it the reason for the increasing population?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Di got up and laughed, very pleased.

A hint of resentment flashed in Huang Yan's eyes. Seeing Zhu Di's joy, he also jokingly said: "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness is talented and intelligent, but what are these twists and turns?"

Zhu Yuanzhang never allowed eunuchs to participate in politics, but when he arrived at Zhu Di, even if he repeated this state policy many times, he himself was indulging the eunuchs.

Zhu Di's laughter suffocated, and his eyes turned to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji's mouth turned disdainfully, and then he said, "Grandpa Emperor, this is another thing I want to tell you."

"I went to the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development today, and I saw that the characters that recorded the numbers were cumbersome and inconvenient to calculate, so I used Professor Fang Dehua's big eclipse number records."

Zhu Zhanji handed the rice paper to Zhu Di's eyes, expressing his merits: "Grandpa Emperor, look at this, is it clear at a glance, and it's also easy to calculate!"

Zhu Di took the rice paper and hesitated: "It's refreshing, but what you said is convenient for calculation. Can there be evidence?"

Huang Yan lowered his head when he heard the words, and cast his gloating eyes on the ground.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Grandpa Emperor, look."

The formula was immediately listed on the rice paper. Zhu Zhanji added all the yields per mu, and then divided it by the number of dynasties.

"Grandpa Huang, look, this is the average yield per mu for several generations."

Seeing that Zhu Di was still thinking, Zhu Zhanji called a little **** and said, "You can report the number to me at will, and then you can ask for the sum or subtraction."

How dare the little eunuch, Zhu Di nodded in the end, and then tremblingly reported the number.

A quarter of an hour later, several pieces of rice paper were filled with numbers, and Huang Yan's mouth couldn't close.

Zhu Di felt that today was the most comfortable day in the past few days. He kept shouting to reward the emperor grandson and almost gave away his emperor sword, but he didn't mention Fang Xing's name.

In less than half an hour, the things that the emperor grandson had been praised by his majesty reached the ears of those who should know.

In the womb, Zhu Gaochi waved back the **** who had read memorials for himself, muttering: "My son really has grown..."

"Come here."

"His Royal Highness."

"Tell the princess concubine to check the manpower on Taisun's side, especially those who went out with Taisun, to find out. If there are unknown sources, they will be sent away!"

...

"Bells, bells..."

In Fangjiazhuang's backyard, Xiaobai was looking for the missing bell in the yard.

After Zhang Shuhui was busy for a long time, she finally collected all the staff on Zhuangzi. She sat on the newly built Kang, stretched out a beautifully curvy waist, and then groaned Fang Xing, who had just turned into an upright gentleman,: "Husband, this is still in vain!"

"Ahem!"

Fang Xing withdrew his gaze, pretending to be serious, and said, "That...has the teacher that Taishun found for Ma Su arrived?"

This is nothing to ask for!

Zhang Shuhui turned white and Fang Xing glanced: "It was here the day before yesterday, but this Mr. Li didn't want to live in the village, so I asked people to pick him up in the city every day."

This Li Chongxin was a scholar, but after returning to his hometown Ding You, the staff had no arrangements at all, so Zhu Zhanji came in to teach Ma Su the way of imperial examinations.

However, this gentleman was not in peace. Zhu Zhanji came to Zhuangshang yesterday. He pretended to meet by chance, and then made a posture of worrying about the country and the people.

"That's an official fan, let him go next month."

Fang Xing felt that his disciples should not be taught by such people, so he was going to discuss with Zhu Zhanji to see if Ma Su could study at the Imperial College.

"This is a small matter! Leave it to me."

Zhu Zhanji was praised by the emperor, and the next day he came to the village with some gifts, including a group of live birds.

Outside the front yard, there was a flurry of chickens and dogs, bells chasing these chickens and ducks fiercely, and the scene was chaotic.

Fang Xing never missed the gloating on Zhu Zhanji's face, so he decided to add half of today's homework.

"Bell, come back soon!"

The Fang family has no rules that women and children cannot leave the backyard. Fang Xing even encourages the women to go to the village.

It was so easy for Xiaobai to hug the bell, and the milk dog was still yelling at Zhu Zhanji in her arms.

Fang Xing hurriedly asked the farmers to drive away the chickens and ducks, and then asked to build a chicken coop and duck house behind the main house.

"The chicken dung and duck dung that are cleaned up every day are not allowed to be thrown away. It just happens to be a fat field."

Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing, who had brought glory to himself. As his "teacher", Fang Xing could at least get a plump position in James Mansion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he did not want to go. I would rather deal with these chickens and ducks in the country.

"Hurry up, clean up all the feces at the door."

Fang Xing stepped on a pile of chicken shit, he frowned, took off the shoes under his feet, and then bent over and scraped **** the ground a few times.

Snatching the bell from Xiaobai's arms, Fang Xing pressed its forehead and said viciously: "Bell, you will see clearly in the future. There are chickens and ducks who dare to **** in the main house. They will all be arrested and brought to justice."

The little milk dog murmured a few times, and didn't know if he understood the spirit of the owner.

When he arrived at the study, Ma Su also hurried over. Seeing his skewed neck, Fang Xing frowned and said, "Couldn't you let you study?"

At this time, reading aloud must pay attention to posture, and you must turn your head with the literal rhythm and rhythm, and it will last for a long time...

"I have lost one more motion sickness and seasickness since Da Ming. Congratulations!"

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