The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Seeing Li Shimin talking excitedly about his arrangements for Jiaozhou Dudu Mansion, Cheng Chubi couldn't help being a little surprised.

He didn't expect that he would be so decisive. He received the good news that day, and he arranged things properly that day.

The important thing is that the land of Jiaozhou has been lost many times even though the Central Empire has occupied it many times since ancient times.

Why, not because it is a wild land, and in the eyes of all dynasties, it is just a territory.

Between gains and losses, it's just a piece of chicken ribs.

But now, due to the emergence of three crops of rice, coupled with the vast and vast plains of Jiaozhou.

It was enough for Datang to regard it as a huge piece of fat. After all, Datang was really short of food, and it was very short.

To get the attention of Datang, as long as Li Shimin, the wise and martial emperor of Datang, continues to pay attention.

During his lifetime, Cheng Chubi has continued to relocate to the military for ten years, and Cheng Chubi absolutely believes that under the advantage of the population.

Datang was absolutely able to firmly grasp the land of Jiaozhou and became an inseparable part of the Datang dynasty.

"Uncle is really a generation of emperors, and only a wise and decisive emperor like you, uncle, can lead the Tang Dynasty to prosper and prosper."

Li Shimin couldn't help laughing out loud, raised his finger and nodded towards Cheng Chubi.

"But you have done a lot with your nephew. If it weren't for you to persuade the Li Deshun to go south to Linyi to look for the three-season rice seed, how about today?

"The great chivalrous man is for the country and the people. With your words, I really don't know how many criminals who are forbidden by military force will be ashamed.

Hearing Li Shimin's words, Cheng Chubi rubbed his nose with some embarrassment. Well, anyway, these two sentences are not copyrighted by Datang.

While talking, Li Ji, the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, copied a wooden box and wandered to the Temple of Ganlu.

Entering the Dew Temple, I saw Cheng Chubi this kid chatting with His Majesty excitedly.

Thinking of his half-year salary already growing wings, he flew into the old Cheng's house.

During the Chinese New Year, I was still in the face of Cheng Yaojin's **** about this matter.

Even his Majesty has already compensated for himself by pretending to be.

However, the gossip about losing to Cheng Sanlang, the junior's half-year salary, has already been spread in the circle of Datang Xungui.

Thinking about it now, Li Ji couldn't help but feel a squirm in his heart, and his face was also pulled down.

But seeing that this kid has stood up and salutes himself.

Li Ji could only move forward with a long face. "The minister entrusted me with a map of Jiaozhou Dudu Mansion..."

"My nephew has seen my uncle, why is my uncle's face so ugly, can it be uncomfortable?"

"Or let my nephew show you, don't worry about my nephew's medical skills..."

After being asked by Cheng Chubi's cheeky and crooked hush, Li Ji was embarrassed to laugh and curse helplessly.

"It's all right, the old man is not sick, get your paws, brat..."

Li Shimin smiled and shook his head, took the wooden box, opened it, and took out the map of Jiaozhou Dudu Mansion.

After spreading out, I began to look carefully, and then asked about the force distribution of Li Ji Jiaozhou Dudu Mansion and Lingnan Road.

Cheng Chubi was also Jiangmen's younger brother anyway, so he squatted aside and quietly admired the two elders who were there for a long time.

After the two people with dry mouth and rough tongue sat down, they couldn't help feeling a little bit sighed just with the chrysanthemum tea that cleared the liver and improved the eyesight.

If Datang has sufficient food reserves, the people's life will be much better.

And when Datang conducts military operations, it will not be stretched out.

Li Ji's regretful gaze also fell on the three-season rice paddies that were still placed on the case table.

If it is in the Guanzhong area, it would be nice to be able to plant rice with a yield of more than two stones per mu.

Then, Li Shimin and Li Ji saw Cheng Chubi picked up a piece of rice, threw it into their mouths, and chewed there.

Li Shimin's face suddenly became a little ugly. "Cheng Saburo, these rice are raw."

Cheng Chubi smiled, shyly vomiting the grain out, and said.

"Uncle, my nephew is about to discuss with you, can I reward my nephew with these three-season rice paddies?"

Li Ji said habitually.

"How do you want these to be done, are you going to eat it?"

Cheng Chubi shook his head and said sincerely.

"Of course not, I want to try planting."

"Try growing rice in Guanzhong?" Li Shimin and Li Ji asked this question almost in unison.

"Why, can't it?" Cheng Chubi whispered a little unwillingly.

Seeing him like this, Li Shimin couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"What nonsense is your kid talking about? This is Guanzhong, not Jiangnan. How could it be possible to grow rice?"

Cheng Chubi felt these three-season rice. Although he didn't remember whether rice was planted in Guanzhong, the problem was.

The growing period of these three crops of rice is very short. Because of this, it is absolutely no problem to plant one or two acres on the edge of Bashui in the environment of the Guanzhong Basin.

In fact, Cheng Chubi is really curious about why the rice output in this era is so low ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yes, the rice output in this era is actually only two and a half stones, and the highest is no more than three stones.

Cheng Chubi knew that the Southwest where he lived, even in the private plots of the farmers.

Especially for some wealthy city people, what they like most is to spend money to build an ecological farm in the countryside.

Instead of hybrid rice, I choose the characteristic rice, grow it and eat it by myself.

The yield of the special rice that is sprinkled with farmyard manure is only 400 kilograms per mu.

How come to Datang, this mu yields two and a half stones, which is only over two hundred catties, the gap is really too big.

Unfortunately, Cheng Chubi has not received professional agricultural planting training, so he doesn't know where the problem is.

It happened that he grew up in the beautiful Southwest, where the grain grown there was rice. He really didn't know how to grow other staple foods.

But for rice, he knows how to grow it anyway.

However, Cheng Chubi didn't have a good job of packing up the ticket before he got the results. After all, this is the Guanzhong Plain, so it's a question of whether it can be planted or not.

"My nephew felt that he had a fate with these three seasons of rice, so I wanted to give it a try."

"Anyway, even if my nephew can't grow it, what you lose, uncle, is just the three-crops rice.

But if the little nephew really grows out, that's also a good thing. "

Li Shimin looked at the ten kilograms of rice and the few ears of rice that Gu Da had sent in order to announce the good news.

If you keep it, this thing will definitely not be kept for a few years, since Cheng Saburo is interested...