"Haha, I have never really dealt with government affairs. It is normal for Mr. Zhang Ge to have doubts. Don't worry about him for now." Although the little fat man is a little dissatisfied with Zhang Siwei, he can only endure it for now.

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"But Third Brother, you said that if I really incorporate the Ding tax quota into the land tax, and the new population will no longer be levied on the Ding tax, then the number of people in our Ming Dynasty will definitely increase dramatically by then, right? In this way, if

If there is not enough food to feed these people, will it be..."

Just when Wang Bing was still thinking about how to kick Zhang Siwei, an old bastard, out of the New Deal reform team, he heard the little fat man's somewhat worried inquiry.

"Then I wonder what Mr. Zhang thinks about this?" After hearing what the little fat man said, Wang Bing casually asked Zhang Juzheng about the attitude of Zhang Juzheng, the real talker in the empire.

"I just remembered this not long ago, and I haven't discussed it with Mr. Zhang yet!"

"Haha, Your Majesty, have you forgotten that we still have red potatoes? Even one acre of barren wasteland can produce several thousand kilograms of these things. As long as they are popularized in the two capitals and thirteen provinces, there will be no food left.

?What’s more, apart from potatoes, it’s not like there are no other high-yielding crops.”

Knowing that the little fat man thought of these problems on his own, Wang Bing couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. At least it showed that the little fat man was not as stupid as history said.

"Oh? Lao San, are you saying there are other high-yielding crops that can equal the yield of sweet potatoes?" Hearing Wang Bing mention that there are other high-yielding crops, the little fat man immediately became interested.

You know, if nothing else, even if he only succeeds in making the people no longer hungry, he can still occupy a place among the imperial groups in the history books.

"Of course it's true, and these two things may have spread to our Ming Dynasty!" Seeing the excited look on the little fat man's face, Wang Bing didn't hesitate and just took the pen and paper from the little fat man's dragon case and started drawing.

A somewhat abstract picture of potatoes and corn.

"Why do these potatoes look similar to red potatoes? As for this corn, I seem to have seen it somewhere before." Looking at Wang Bing's somewhat abstract pattern, the little fat man couldn't help but said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This potato is indeed very similar to a red potato, except that it cannot be eaten raw like a sweet potato, and it is not as big as a sweet potato. But in terms of yield, hey, it is almost the same as a sweet potato!"

"As for corn, although the yield of corn is not as high as that of potatoes and sweet potatoes, it is still much higher than that of rice and wheat. One acre can produce a thousand handfuls and two thousand kilograms!"

Ignoring the surprised expression on the little fat man's face, Wang Bing pointed to the two abstract pictures he had drawn and said calmly.

"Someone, come quickly!"

After a moment, the little fat man reacted and shouted excitedly outside the hall.

"I wonder what the Lord Long Live has ordered?"

As soon as the little fat man finished speaking, several little eunuchs ran in quickly with small steps, and then knelt down in front of the little fat man with a plop, and among them was the little eunuch named Yang Rong.

"You guys, go and check the things on this painting for me right away." As he spoke, the two pictures of potatoes and corn painted by Wang Bing floated towards a few young eunuchs, and the picture of corn happened to fall on it.

In front of Yang Rong.

"Go back to Lord Long Live, this jade...corn slave recognizes it. It is grown in Shanglinyuan!" To Wang Bing and the little fat man's surprise, the little eunuch named Yang Rong recognized Wang Bing's corn at a glance.

The painting is somewhat abstract.

"What, do you really mean what you said?"

"My slave dare not deceive Lord Long Live. Corn is indeed grown in Shanglin Garden, but the Bureau of Education calls it Western Wheat. Lord Long Live has tasted it before!" Seeing the excited expression on the little fat man's face, he said

The young eunuch named Yang Rong quickly told everything he knew about the corn.

"Hahahaha, no wonder I think this corn looks familiar. It turns out to be Xitianmai. Yang Rong, you go to the Department of Agriculture to find out for me what the yield of this corn is. Come back and report to me!" Find out that this corn is actually there.

After he went to Shanglin Garden, the little fat man immediately asked Yang Rong to go to the Education Department to investigate.

"Why are you still standing there? Go check it out. If you find it, I will reward you heavily!" Seeing the remaining little eunuchs holding the picture of potatoes in a daze, Xiaozhang couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He shouted.

"Long live the Lord to calm down, I will go right away, right away!" After saying that, several young eunuchs quickly and cautiously exited the palace holding the drawings.

"Lao San, if the yields of potatoes and corn are really what you said, plus the potatoes, our Ming Dynasty will really no longer have to worry about famine. In this way, the internal affairs will be peaceful, so why worry about foreign aggression?

Hahahaha!" After the few eunuchs exited, the little fat man laughed excitedly.

There is no way. Since ancient times, haven't most dynasties been destroyed because the people had no food to eat and they really couldn't live anymore?

Now the Ming Dynasty has the potatoes donated by Wang Bing through the cheap daddy. If potatoes and corn are added, as long as the New Deal reforms implemented by Zhang Juzheng are not abolished, it can be said that the history of the late Ming Dynasty has been rooted out.

Internal worries and hidden dangers of large-scale peasant uprisings.

Without the internal worries of the peasant uprising, in Wang Bing's view, even if the wild boar skin can rise as it did in history, it will not be able to survive for a few days in the face of the Ming Dynasty, which is not at the same level in terms of size!

Of course, since he, a time traveler, already has the ability to influence the empire's decision-making, if Boar Skin is allowed to rise again, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the time traveler!

Therefore, taking this opportunity, Wang Bing began to plan to shift the little fat man's attention to 'martial arts'.

"Your Majesty is right. With these high-yielding crops, as long as Mr. Zhang's new policy is persisted, domestic peace will no longer be just an empty talk! At that time, the Central Plains will strengthen itself, and with the support of our tomorrow's army, Hongwu will be restored.

During the Yongle period, it was not impossible for all the foreign countries to come to the DPRK!"

In order to make the little fat man pay more attention to "martial arts", Wang Bing's cake was also drawn in an attractive way. Even the scenes of the foreign guests being dressed up and the coming of all nations to court were depicted for him.

"Yes, I want to recreate the uniforms of all the barbarians during the reign of Taizu and Chengzu, and all nations will come to court! I will let the light of the heavenly kingdom shine on the world again!" The little fat man who was deceived by Wang Bing's painting was already excited.

I was completely immersed in the beautiful scenes that recreated the prosperous times of Hongwu and Yongle.

"It's just your Majesty, don't forget, our Ming Heavenly Army is still huddled inside the Great Wall and can't even get out of the Great Wall!" Seeing that the heat was almost there, Wang Bing splashed the little fat man with a 'wow'
Chapter completed!