During the review last night, the promotion of sweet potatoes was basically implemented with the establishment of the Ministry of Agriculture and Zheng Jun as the deputy, and the next step was to urge the Dongjiao experimental fields to improve and optimize the planting of rice and wheat.

Hybrid rice...

I really don’t understand the dusk, so I can only give them a direction to see if there is such a slight slight hope.

However, with the development of industry, agricultural industrialization can be promoted.

In that case, as long as the Ming Dynasty completely controls the Tatar region and manages the Nuergandus side well, the Northeast can become the Ming Dynasty's grain base.

To be honest, hybrid rice is a last resort, and it is not delicious at all.

However, in today's era, it would be a great thing to make hybrid rice.

Regarding the entire power grid of Yingtian, Times Power Grid will contact the Ministry of Industry tomorrow, and then make every effort to promote the project, which will take about two or three years to complete.

After these two things were resolved, there were only three things left: continue to dismantle the Ming Cult, clear the White Lotus Sect, and kill Ji Gang.

So after a simple dinner, Xun said to Feichun: "You go to the West Courtyard and inform Ursha, Casili, and Muhammara to prepare. Come out with me later, and call Aru."

Feichun: "Aru?"

Huang Tun smiled and said, "Aruwenchas, she is a Tatar. I am afraid that people outside the Huang Mansion will discriminate against her, so I am abbreviated as Aru. In the future, you will also call her like this."

Feichun said oh, and then said in a low voice: "Can you not let Ursa go?"

Dusk was puzzled, "What's wrong with her?"

Feichun was so happy that she said a little sour: "She suddenly vomited a little today, a bit like... being so happy."

Xu Miaojin, who was beside him, his eyes lit up when he heard this, “Really?”

Feichun nodded.

Before he could speak at dusk, Xu Miaojin said, "Then you have to take good care of yourself."

At dusk, he coughed, "Sister Jin, I have only been back from outside the pass for a few days, so why are you happy? Don't be so arrogant about this matter. You have to let the imperial doctor check it carefully before talking about it."

Even if I come back from outside the pass and sleep with Ursa, I will not appear so quickly.

Damn, isn't I being green?

Xu Miaojin was also stunned and said weakly: "Yes, time doesn't match." He turned his head to Fei Chun and said: "It's probably not that it's because he's been suffering from a stomachache these days. You can find a doctor tomorrow to take your pulse."

Feichun thought about it, so she covered her mouth and laughed: "Then you don't need to hire a doctor, you must have a bad stomach."

She was not worried about her son-in-law being green.

Ursha is among all the female relatives of the Huang family. Apart from the young lady and herself, the woman who is most devoted to her son-in-law will never be able to turn her son-in-law green.

Put down the bowls and chopsticks at dusk, "Then let Ursha rest."

Walking to the room, "Feichun, go and notify others. I will go back to the room to change my clothes and go to see the saint of the Ming Cult. Be careful of the image so that the people of the Ming Cult will not be underestimated."

Xu Miaojin thought, "That young woman?"

Huang Dun felt trembling in his heart, and turned around and smiled flatteringly: "Sister Jin, don't think about it. I have no idea about Fang Jiao. I went tonight mainly because the only senior Ming Cult in Yingtian is the only one in the Ming Cult now. I need her Ming Cult to do something for me."

Fang Jiao needs to do his best to split Mingjiao and clear the White Lotus Society.

Princess Xu Miaojin's smile.

I also felt that I was thinking too much. Fang Jiao was nearly forty years old. Even if she was still charming, her husband would not look down on her.

After changing his clothes and coming out of the room, Muhammara, Kasili and Aru were already waiting for him outside the main courtyard gate. At dusk, Xu Miaojin shouted, "Husband, don't forget something. He wrote a letter to his family before and will probably arrive in Yingtian tomorrow and the next day. At that time, will you take the time to go to the Zheliu Pavilion ten miles outside the city to greet him and welcome him?"

Xun smiled and said, "Okay, let's go together."

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Sister Jin, are you sure that the young man who is as famous as Yu Qian in the Imperial College is Liu Ningran, and his mother is Fang Jiao from the Fangzi near the Imperial College?"

Xu Miaojin nodded with a smile.

In the house in Jilong Mountain near the Imperial College, there is an inconspicuous yard where a pair of orphans and widows live. Although the people in the house do not know the origin of the orphans and widows, they know that they are not ordinary people.

The young man was studying in the Imperial College in the Imperial College.

Although the widowed mother never leaves the gate on weekdays, the officials and men in this area were very polite to her and even a little afraid. And people of unknown identity often came to see her.

What is even more enviable is that the boy in her family is a storied figure in the Imperial College and one of the young geniuses favored by the surveillance master.

A lamp is like a bean.

Although his son was already studying at the Imperial College in the Imperial College and received the settlement and reward from Zhu Di, Fang Jiao knew that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance to extravagance to frugality, so she still lived a simple life.

It's not her, mainly because she is afraid that her son will go astray.

His son Liu Ningran had no idea at all. In fact, there were at least tens of thousands of taels of treasure money in his mother's room.

Seeing his son Liu Ningran studying hard under the lamp, Fang Jiao was doing embroidery work, thinking that life would be so good if it were like this. She was not the saint of the Ming Cult, and her son was a genius. Her future trajectory must be the imperial examination, the first place, and the official...

Unfortunately, my identity is special.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the yard. Fang Jiao listened for a while and knew that it was from the government. If it were from the Ming Cult, there would be a secret code to knock on the door. It was a bit strange. At this time, how could someone come to the government?

He got up and asked his son Liu Ningran to continue reading. Fang Jiao came outside the yard, opened the door, and looked at the young man outside the yard who was almost unable to remember his appearance, surprised, "It's you?"

At dusk, he laughed and walked in.

Fang Jiao had to give way.

Standing in the yard at dusk, looking at the boy sitting by the bed and reading. Is this the boy who is as famous as Yu Qian?

Nothing special either.

The same two eyes, two ears, two nostrils and one mouth, but people are so angry that people are more popular. Although this young man is Fang Jiao's son, he is an absolute talent.

Xun smiled and looked back at Fang Jiao, who was smiling and not smiling, "No, he looks like a scholar, and he is worthy of being an genius of the Imperial Academy who is as famous as Yu Qian. Fang Jiao, I will not go around with you tonight. After saying that, your peaceful days are not easy to come by. If you want to maintain this tranquility, you have not paid enough and you need more. I have something to do now."

Fang Jiao sneered, "Are you Your Majesty?"

Since surrendering to the government, Zhu Di dared to issue an order to himself. Who dared to do anything else?

Li Chun, the governor of the Northern Fufu Department, dared not!

Huang Tsuki sneered, "You can try it, don't forget that the Ming Cult is not only you, but also the leader Tang Qingshan, and the elder Han Changqing. Without you, the saint, I can still do what I want to do, so you have no choice. Maybe you think I am threatening you, so you can try to reject me!"

Fang Jiao was silent.

She was in the capital and had Ming sects as her eyes and ears, so she didn't know how popular it was in the court at dusk.

He asked after a while, "What do you want me to do?"

It's definitely not a warm bed.

Fang Jiao knew her own knowledge. Not to mention the three women behind Xu Dun, who were obviously not from the Ming Dynasty, or Xu Miaojin, the Huang family, could not compare to her no matter how young she was for thirty years.

Huang Xu said: "Two things, the first thing is that I want you to use the name of the saint to command the Ming Cult forces you can control and inform the senior leaders of the Ming Cult who you cannot control, so that their people can help me find the whereabouts of the White Lotus Society in full."

He paused, "The White Lotus Society is not as good as the Ming Cult. I will clean up the White Lotus Society nationwide before the beginning of winter."

Fang Jiao hesitated for a moment, "Okay!"

The White Lotus Society was actually not in conflict with the interests of the Ming Cult. Moreover, Fang Jiao also understood that if the White Lotus Society was cleared, it would be a good thing for the Ming Cult, and the Ming Dynasty would not slaughter the Ming Cult in the future.

He asked again: "What about the second thing?"

The eyes suddenly became gloomy, with sharp edges revealed, and your whole body was full of sharpness. "The second thing is, in the name of the saint, the name of the leader Tang Qingshan and the elder Han Changqing, you ordered all the senior leaders of the Ming Cult in the country to come to the capital to discuss matters."

It is time to completely solve the Ming Cult in the country.
Chapter completed!