"Potatoes have no requirements for the growth environment and can grow anywhere, even if they are severe drought. However, during severe drought, there is no water replenishment, and a mu can reach more than two stones at most! On weekdays, a mu can barely reach five or six stones..."

Before Zhu Zi'an finished speaking, Yang Siyi stopped calm and said with a look of regret: "Five or Six Stones?"

“That’s right!”

Zhu Zi'an looked at Yang Siyi calmly, and without waiting for him to continue to be excited, he said: "The growth conditions for sweet potatoes are more harsh. They need to be planted in these fertile fields. One acre of land can produce about twelve stones on average!"

"Of course, those barren dry fields can also grow, just one acre of land, and up to three or four stone sweet potatoes can be planted."

"Wait, twelve stones?"

After listening to it, Yang Siyi looked disbelief. You must know that in the Jiangnan area where the most fertile land, if you can produce three stones per mu, it will be God's way to burn the incense.

Now, can there be a sweet potato with a yield of twelve stones per mu?

After a burst of ecstasy, Yang Siyi calmed down.

Originally, Yang Siyi was thinking about reporting good news to the emperor. However, seeing so many officials present and he himself did not believe that there were crops in this world that could produce twelve stones per mu.

"I wonder if this kind of sweet potato can really produce twelve stones per mu?"

"The Tao never lie!"

Zhu Zi'an said solemnly, but a trace of helplessness still flashed in his eyes. He knew that no one would easily believe it when he said it suddenly.

"When can this thing be planted?"

Yang Siyi asked, and a hint of curiosity and expectation arose in his heart.

What this little real person said is a bit exaggerated.

However, as long as the sweet potatoes produced per mu may reach six or seven stones, it will be enough to celebrate together and benefit the country and the people!

"After spring," Zhu Zi'an replied, "At that time, Xiaodao wants to plant sweet potatoes on these 100 acres of fertile fields!"

This is Zhu Zi'an's real purpose.

In this dynasty, the most inconvenient thing was that every crop planted in high-quality fertile fields was not planted by the farmer's own wishes.

The imperial court had strict regulations on what kind of crop to plant for every piece of fertile land.

Moreover, every official can come and take care of farming. Even some old patriarchs of the village can come and get involved.

If he didn't follow the crowd, the elderly village chiefs came up stubbornly, and Zhu Zi'an asked himself very much.

However, there is another shortcut. As long as you get the Ministry of Revenue or the Emperor, you can make some adjustments.

"here?"

After hearing this, Yang Siyi calmed down completely. At the same time, he frowned tightly. This was a fooled paddy field. The fertile land that all the gentry and nobles were greedy. He actually wanted to plant the sweet potato that he had never seen before?

"This place, I have no right to make decisions!"

Thinking of the amazing thing, Yang Siyi shook his head quickly.

However, the words of twelve stones per acre were like being possessed and kept lingering in Yang Siyi's mind.

"However, if the little real person invites the decree, I will not be able to make any obstacles!"

"That's true, thank you Lord Yang!"

Zhu Zian smiled slightly, not very angry.

This situation was within his expectations. In order to plant food and restore people's livelihood, his fourth uncle was very strict in managing the fertile fields under the Ming Dynasty.

He said this time just hopes that the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue will not stop him.

Anyway, it is still one month before the land is completely thawed and the beginning of spring.

This long time is enough for him to apply for a license. Of course, it is enough for Lord Yang to help!

Unfortunately, Zhu Zi'an still underestimated it. It can produce twelve stones per mu, which has brought impact and desire to people of this era.

...

That night, the palace was peaceful.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the imperial study every day, meticulously reviewing memorials reported from various places.

Yang Siyi, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, walked into the palace without any hesitation, and went straight to the imperial study room to ask for Zhu Yuanzhang.

"The yield per mu of twelve stones?"

After listening to Yang Siyi's words, Zhu Yuanzhang could no longer calm down and walked back and forth in the palace.

Finally, as if he had made up some decision, he looked at Yang Siyi with a serious face.

"Yang Aiqing, the sweet potatoes mentioned by Zi'an really produce twelve stones per mu?"

"I am not sure when I go back to the emperor."

Yang Siyi quickly looked up and replied loudly, "However, Xiao Zhenren has never had any big talk, so I believe that the sweet potato may produce about six stones per mu!"

"That's enough! Then give the 100 acres of fertile land to Zi'an and let him experiment?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said slowly.

"The emperor is wise!"

Yang Siyi bowed and thanked him, and suddenly felt relieved.

Nothing happened overnight!

The next day, after the courtship was settled.

He was worried about the sweet potatoes and had to eat lunch, so Zhu Yuanzhang went directly to Wuyi Lane and Zhu Mansion.

At this moment, Zhu Zi'an was in the study, focusing on painting the facade drawings of the rooms inside the construction factory.

Because in this life, from childhood to adulthood, he learned some martial arts in Wudang with Zhenren. In terms of drawing pictures, Zhu Zi'an felt that the skills he had in his hands were particularly useful.

You can draw horizontal and vertical without using a ruler. Even the proportions and sizes of various lines are suitable for the right size and there will be no large deviation.

The elevation drawings are neat and beautiful!

In half a day, several large samples of the rooms have been drawn.

"I've met the fourth uncle!"

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang coming in hurriedly, Zhu Zi'an hurriedly saluted.

"Forgive, forgive!"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and asked directly: "Zi'an, what you said yesterday is absolutely true?"

"What the emperor asked is the matter of sweet potatoes?"

Zhu Zian didn't pretend to be confused and said directly.

“That’s right!”

"Your Majesty, the sweet potatoes were obtained by some senior brothers in Wudang from some barbarians. They have been planted on Wudang Mountain for many years, and the yield per mu is really good!"

While Zhu Zi'an said, he signaled to Xuan Pingzi beside him.

Xuan Pingzi nodded secretly and walked out.

“How much can the yield per mu be achieved?”

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard that sweet potatoes had been planted on Wudang Mountain, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask.

"Your Majesty, there are some slopes on Wudang Mountain, which are not suitable for planting. Therefore, only one acre of land can harvest ten stones of sweet potatoes!" Zhu Zi'an replied.

"Ten Stones?"

Zhu Yuanzhang widened his eyes and stared at Zhu Zi'an tightly, "Is this true?"

"It's true!"

Zhu Zian nodded with certainty.

“Hahaha…very…”

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help laughing wildly, and he was still a little crazy in his laughter.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped and said slowly: "If there were such a thing back then, your grandfather and grandmother would not have been starved to death!"

"Uncle Fourth!"

Zhu Zi'an felt a sudden heart, but he really didn't know how to comfort this fourth uncle who had experienced all kinds of hardships!

Just so happened that at this time, Xuan Pingzi walked in from outside the door with a few steaming roasted sweet potatoes.

He hurriedly said, "Uncle Fourth, this thing is sweet potatoes, which are delicious and sweet, especially after barbecue, which tastes even more amazing..."

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Chapter completed!