Zhu Houzhao seemed a little discouraged.

He didn't know that the potatoes sprouted in Fang Jifan's hand were actually the real killer weapon.

Because this thing, as a cold-resistant crop, is very suitable for cultivation in Liaodong and in the desert.

In fact, in the previous world where Fang Jifan was located, the main potato production areas were in Inner Mongolia and Northeast China. Not only that, even Outer Mongolia also used potatoes as the staple food.

Food, once food can be grown in the fields, it means that more people can be raised. More people will need more land. What is a gentry society? The gentry society does not pursue the accumulation of wealth, but they have a heartfelt desire for land, especially the land that can produce grain.

The princes in the Ming Dynasty temple opposed fighting against the Tatars and did not even think about taking the initiative. Why is this? This is because a large-scale war did not bring them any benefits. On the contrary, once the war is imminent, a large number of strong men will conquer them. Then who will cultivate the thousands of hectares of fertile land in their family? This is not only unhealthy, but also suffers a loss.

But what if you can obtain a large amount of new land? And what you obtain is the land that can produce grain in the land...

Fang Jifan never believed that the gentry and landlords behind the court were good. Although they shouted that benevolence, righteousness and morality were shocking, the grandsons, in order to fight for a few pieces of land, dared to organize hundreds or thousands of fights in the countryside. If a few people died in the tribe a year, they were embarrassed to go out to meet people.

The entire desert is so vast that compared with the dozens of acres of paddy fields, it is like the difference between the light of stars and the light of fireflies.

Zhu Houzhao seemed lazy, but he still lay on the ground, poking his pig, and trying hard to gently straighten the bean sprouts planted in the ground, while observing the small tender sprouts: "If food grows in the desert, can the Ming Dynasty solve the Tatars forever?"

"Yes, as long as the desert can become the south of the Yangtze River outside the border, it will be fine."

Zhu Houzhao thought about it and felt something was wrong. She looked at Fang Jifan with a gray face: "But I see the ministers in the court, and they have no interest in the desert at all, and they just want to stay in the pass."

Fang Jifan smiled slightly, and he decided to teach Zhu Houzhao a good lesson, so he put down the dagger in his hand: "Your Highness, in this world, don't look at what the people say. We Han people are humans, and the Tatars outside the pass are also humans, and they are all humans. So, they actually follow a rule that starts from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

"What rule?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan very seriously.

If Zhu Houzhao learned the so-called unity of empathy and knowledge and action from Wang Shouren.

So what I learned from Fang Jifan is a big deal.

Fang Jifan said: "The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit. All the rules of people are for profit. The Tatars are crazy about attacking our Ming Dynasty for profit. The ministers of the court opposed large-scale military use, and also for profit. Otherwise, why did our Ming Dynasty occupy the richest land of the Ming Dynasty? Does Your Highness think that the territory of our Han Dynasty is facing the sea in the east, the plateau in the west, and the south is filled with miasma and dense forests, and the north is a desert."

"Don't your Highness understand yet? What our ancestors have built for us is the richest land in the world. Your Highness thinks that in this rich land, there were only Han people in the past? No, there are actually many people here. Unfortunately, they are not very lucky and have occupied the best fertile land. They are either killed or driven to the desert, to the dense forest full of miasma, or to the dense forest where they can't breathe. Your Highness really thinks that our ancestors really built a foundation of eternal origin through benevolence, righteousness, or the "Zhou Li" that began with Duke Zhou."

"Actually, we are the same as the Tatars outside the pass, at least in their hearts, and they are all driven by interests. The civil and military officials in the court opposed large-scale military use, not because they had benevolence, righteousness, but because they were not profitable. Can Your Highness understand what he meant?"

Zhu Houzhao scratched his head: "The Tatars are really the same as us? There is no difference at all?"

"There are still some." Fang Jifan sighed: "Although the Tatars are the same in their hearts, the former is a stinky beast."

Zhu Houzhao grinned her teeth: "Yes, where are we these shameless things?"

Fang Jifan was calm and composed: "We are different from them. We are more advanced, and we are the biaozi who set up the archway."

Zhu Houzhao stopped talking and began to think about it.

Fang Jifan was still muttering, "Actually, what kind of benevolence, righteousness and morality? If in our Ming Dynasty, such as Jiangxi, if a country suddenly appeared in the country, Jiangxi was a land of fish and rice, and the land was fertile. Do you believe it or not, the civil and military officials in the court would go crazy tomorrow and be as if they were going to destroy the country of Jiangxi. The foundation of the Tatars was not actually their riding and shooting, but because they were too poor, they could not even squeeze out the oil star. Whoever had the motivation to start a war, and it would be useless to fight. It would be useless to waste national and civil power and waste countless money and food. Even if they swept the Hu people, what if they were the wastelands, they would be worth a penny. In the end, the Han people would have to go back to the pass to farm. But decades later, new Hu people would rise in the desert, which would be very annoying."

Zhu Houzhao felt it was reasonable: "So, the fundamental reason is that we must plant grain in the desert. Once we plant grain, we will fight in the Ming Dynasty?"

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with appreciation. In history, Zhu Houzhao secretly ran to Datong and commanded the army to fight against the Tatars, and achieved a great victory. Finally, he returned to Beijing and wanted to show off his power. Unexpectedly, all the civil and military officials in the court were full of curses and scolded Zhu Houzhao for making trouble.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao deeply: "If you can really plant food, all officials would be eager to challenge the Tatars immediately. Whoever can lead the troops to defeat the Tatars, in the history of the Qianqiu, this person will be written by a large number of books. Not only that, all the people in the world will praise this person's merits. The entire Ming army will demand a purgation at the request of all civil and military officials, and they will prepare for wars. The scholars will shout, "The Tatars kill my parents and insult my wife and daughter, and this hatred is irreconcilable. They will write poems that "yellow sand and wear golden armor if they don't destroy Loulan." They will sing "Hu Wuren, Han Daochang" and then send countless men out of the pass to fight against the Tatars."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were shiny.

Isn’t this what Zhu Houzhao hopes for?

"Lao Fang, will what you said appear?"

Fang Jifan curled his lips: "So, we have to grow grain. We have to do this for a hundred households in the military farms. We don't let grain grow in the desert. No matter what we say, it's empty, there's no real thing or real benefits. Who cares about you?"

Zhu Houzhao said happily: "Let's plant, why don't we send a team of thousands of households to try to grow outside the customs? What's the best way to plant? Wheat?"

Fang Jifan was calm and composed: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

"What are you waiting for?" Zhu Houguan looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan had a expressionless face: "When something that can change the fate of my Ming Dynasty appears, and when it can be cultivated successfully, everything will come naturally, and a link related to interests will be completely opened."

Zhu Houzhao was excitedly pinching the potato in her hand and trembling: "Wait, what is the thing you are talking about?"

"Don't ask too much, Rong Chen set up a archway." Fang Jifan did not continue to say that the cultivation of potatoes is much more troublesome than sweet potatoes. The promotion of sweet potatoes is very fast. This is because sweet potatoes are easy to breed seedlings, but potatoes... have many troubles. Let's solve this problem first.

"You said..." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but remember something: "Will the Tatars really attack Jinzhou?"

"Didn't your highness have made a judgment?"

"But I am not sure."

Fang Jifan smiled: "If Your Highness has his own judgment, then you should believe in yourself. If a person cannot even believe in himself, how can the people in the world believe him? Your Highness will be a person who will do great things in the future. Your Highness hesitates, and the people in the world will panic. If the world is uncertain, then the people in the world will be even more at a loss."

Zhu Houzhao actually found that Lao Fang's words made sense, but Lao Fang's mouth always made sense. He smiled: "What you said!"

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Jinzhou City.

Although this city that was originally established for military affairs has gradually taken shape as a city, it has suddenly become prosperous with the influx of a large number of "refugees".

Unfortunately, the problems that arise behind the prosperity are enough to make people stamp their feet.

A large number of refugees abandoned their homes and hid under the walls. After a night of winter in Liaodong, countless people could not wake up after falling asleep.

Although many people brought a lot of cotton cloth when they brought their families, the snow fell on the cotton cloth, and many people had no tiles on it, and the cotton cloth suddenly became rotten.

There were cursing the new envoy and the voice of the dead eunuch Liu Jin.

For a moment, there were already complaints.

This is no longer an ordinary people's dissatisfaction, so even the local guard commander, the inspector and the central official began to beating towards this "uncle".

Their report had been passed to the capital for a long time, and it was not just the capital, but what was the situation?

But they knew that if they let this continue, Jinzhou City would be mutiny. The people outside the pass were not as obedient as those inside the pass. Most of them were not so respectful. They would never be fun to make trouble.

And Liu Jin obviously felt something was wrong.

When he came to Jinzhou, he had made a fortune. Under the banner of the Eastern Palace, he had already filled a few boxes with gold, silver and jewelry at the headquarters where he was staying. At first, he was worried about how to bring these boxes back. Later, he became more and more aware that something was wrong.

If the Tatars didn't come... would they be slaughtered by others to calm the anger of the military and civilians?

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Chapter completed!