The more anxious the old man was, the more afraid Xie Jinzhong was.

A grass man suddenly saw two generations of emperors, and they were so close that he could not speak even if he had a thousand words in his heart.

"Grandpa Emperor, don't be anxious!" As he said, Zhu Yunxiu said to Xie Jinzhong, "The things you offer are related to the national economy and people's livelihood. I and Grandpa Emperor have something to ask you, so you can say it slowly!" As he said, he said to the turtle, "Give him water!"

The turtle was sent to tea, and the teacup was covered with bowl in Xie Jinzhong's hand, trembling and clattering.

"Let's ask you!" The old man was anxious and continued to speak, "You said this thing can produce dozens of stones per mu. Is it true that you can see it with your own eyes or what? How much is the yield per mu? Let me tell you the correct number and you must not talk nonsense!"

As he stumbled, Xie Jinzhong was still shaking, unable to say a word for a while.

"Damn it!" The old man scratched his head with his big hands, "Park is not successful!"

"I am here!" Park Bucheng agreed and rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and flipped back and forth around. Xie Jinzhong was directly thrust into the eyes and fell to the ground with Venus, blood flowing.

"The emperor is asking you!" Park Bucheng gritted his teeth, "If you don't talk well, kill your whole family!"

"You are..." Zhu Yunxiu frowned, very dissatisfied, "What did you do to beat him?"

Before Park Bucheng could speak, Xie Jinzhong, who was thrust by a pause, suddenly turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting, "Xie Jinzhong, the grass man, long live my emperor, long live my emperor, long live the Supreme Emperor!"

The old man smiled and said to Zhu Yunxi, "Look, you're so excited!"

Xie Jinzhong couldn't speak just now, but the sudden ecstasy and panic in his heart were intertwined, resulting in a moment of loss of consciousness. He was thrust by Park Bucheng, and his heart became clear under the stimulation of severe pain.

"Long live! Let's ask you, can this thing really produce dozens of stones per mu?" the old man asked.

"Go back to the Supreme Emperor!" Xie Jinzhong still spoke in fear, "It's true!" As he said, he plucked up the courage, "Caomin has a farm in Luzon, but he didn't take care of it very carefully, so this thing kept growing. The natives in Caomin's farm, if they were hungry, they would go to the soil to dig, and they couldn't eat it all!"

"What Caomin said is absolutely true, and there is no lie!"

"If there is a lie, the grass people will drown when they go out!"

The old man's expression became solemn again, looking at half of the sweet potato in his hand, "Is this half of it?"

Zhang Dabiao immediately said, "Go back to the old emperor, I have obtained hundreds of kilograms of this sweet potato on Xie Jinzhong's sea boat and brought them into the palace. They are now put in the guard office!"

"Sweet potato?" Zhu Yunsheng smiled, "Who gave the name?"

"Go back to the emperor!" Zhang Dabiao shouted, "It was me who started casually. In the past few days of returning to the voyage, I also steamed it on the boat several times. This thing tasted like taro, with a sweet taste, so it was called sweet potato!"

"Have you eaten?" The old man suddenly glanced at the squinted eyes and looked bad. "We didn't eat first, did you eat? Where did you eat? Who told you to eat it? You know that this thing is rare, and you still dare to eat it?"

Zhang Dabiao suddenly felt like he was sifting his chaff, "Damn it..."

"Transfer the order and ask the guards to bring the sweet potatoes in!" Zhu Yunxiu changed the subject.

The old man regarded food as his life. When he learned that the sweet potato yielded dozens of stones per mu, he had already regarded it as a treasure. Zhang Dabiao said he ate some, but the old man felt sorry for him!

Suddenly, Xie Jinzhong was in a good mood and said, "Grand Emperor, although this thing is vulgar, it is better than sweetness in the mouth. If you don't dislike it, you can order someone to steam it and taste it!"

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Hundreds of kilograms of sweet potatoes were put in a wooden frame and were carried in. The old man could not move his eyes away. At this time, the sweet potatoes were far less fat than later generations, only the size of a water radish. Moreover, the skin was not as bright as red, but slightly gray.

"Sweet potatoes! Sweet potatoes!" The old man looked at the sweet potatoes and circled around the wooden basket.

Zhu Yunxiu looked at the old man quietly without saying a word.

God sympathized with the Ming Dynasty and the old man. During his lifetime, he saw the people of the Ming Dynasty with more food to fill their stomachs.

A few big pots were immediately set up in the hall. Pu Bucheng and the palace servants carefully washed the sweet potatoes with clean water several times, and then placed them in the steamer.

"Wait a minute!" When the cover was about to be opened and ignited, the old man suddenly shouted loudly, and then he kicked up. Park Bucheng flew out directly, and then he heard the old man say loudly, "Who asked you to steam so many things and waste things!"

As he said that, he took out all the sweet potatoes in the pot and said loudly, "Steam two... no, just steam one. Let's and Dasun, one half of each!"

A huge pot with a sweet potato in it.

The father and the other two stood in front of the pot and looked at each other with a gaze.

The hall was silent, only the hourglass that were chronologically making a slight sound.

Not long after, the aroma of sweet potatoes began to spread in the air.

"Fragrant!" the old man said, "Sweet and sweet!"

As he said that, he turned to Xie Jinzhong and said, "If you can really produce dozens of stones per mu, your contribution will be to the country and the future!"

In a word, Xie Jinzhong was ecstatic and brave, and smiled and said, "Grandpa, although this thing is vulgar, it is full of treasures. It is easy to feed, and you can plant it by taking vines."

"Eat all seedlings and leaves, and people can eat pigs. Grass and people raise pigs at home, and they usually use sweet potato leaves..."

As he said that, he suddenly became alert, kneeled down and shivered.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty is named Zhu, and he is a taboo to behead him.

But I knew that Zhu Yunsheng and the old man didn't take it seriously at all. Just because their man surnamed Zhu, they would not allow people all over the world to say pigs. What's the reason?

"Okay!" The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the old man couldn't help it.

Then the lid of the pot was lifted and the heat was steaming. The old man didn't care about the hotness, but directly grabbed the sweet potato in his hand and opened it lightly.

"Grandmaster, come, let's try it!" Zhu Yunxiu heard it really, and the old man's voice was a little nervous.

The hot sweet potatoes are in their hands, so familiar and so unfamiliar.

Zhu Yunxiu took a bite and a sweet feeling spread in his mouth. Although it was far less sweet than later generations, it was also sweet.

Sweetness is the most happy taste in this era.

"How is it?" the old man asked.

"You try it yourself!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

The old man took a small bite of his mouth, then his eyes lit up, and then he stuffed his whole mouth and swallowed it in a few seconds.

"It smells so good! It smells so good!" The old man was still a little impressed.

"Grandpa Emperor, let's steam a few more!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

"No!" The old man looked at the sweet potatoes in the wooden frame, "regardless of whether they can produce ten stones per mu, at least the sweet potatoes can give the people more food."

"We don't have this thing in the Ming Dynasty. These are the sweet potato grain seeds from the Ming Dynasty. The seeds are from the Ming Dynasty. Neither of us can eat them casually! If we eat one more, the Ming Dynasty will lose one seed!"

As he said that, the old man suddenly remembered something, "Park Bucheng!"

"I'm here!"

"No one is allowed to touch these things except us and the emperor! Immediately, ask the Ministry of Works to find some good people who grow crops in." The old man said loudly.

"Grandpa Emperor, it's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

"No, we can't wait for a moment!" the old man said anxiously, "That, that, there is still no space in the palace. Ask someone to plow out immediately, build the ridges, and let us take people to grow these sweet potatoes in person!"

"Old man!" Park Bucheng whispered, "There is only one acre of three-point land you planted in the palace, and there are gardens next to it..."

"Then go outside the city..." the old man shouted, "Go outside the city to find a land and a farm!"

"I'll do it now!"

Suddenly, Deng Ping, the guard beside him, knelt down and said, "The Supreme Emperor, I have a farmhouse outside the Dongling Mausoleum. The land is ready-made and all of them are mature land, with hundreds of acres. There are several wells in the farmhouse, and it is close to the canal river tower, without shortage of silt and fertilizer."

"Okay!" the old man shouted, "Your farm is for us to use, I won't treat you badly!"

"Then Zhuangzi's brother-in-law lives now, so I will go and talk to him immediately!" Deng Ping said loudly.

Suddenly, Zhu Yunqiu was amused and crying.

"Feeling that Li Jinglong's treasure-giving farm was pried over from his father-in-law's house!"

"You are the eldest grandson, you will send an order. The farm will use heavy troops to look like we have. The idle people are not allowed to approach!" The old man said again, "Isn't these sweet potatoes easy to support? Let's plant them immediately!"

"Grandpa, grandson thinks the name of sweet potato is not good!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

As he said that, he paused, picked up a sweet potato in the box, and continued to smile, "This thing was given to the people of the Ming Dynasty for food. Grandpa Huang wanted to plant it with his own hands to promote the world and relieve the suffering of hunger among the people!"

"So, my grandson thought that this thing should be renamed Hongshu. Hongwu's sweet potato, Hongshu!"

The old man pondered for a moment and smiled, "If there is so much yield per mu, the people in the world will think of us hundreds of years later, haha! Hongshu, Hongshu, is much more energetic than his mother Fengshan Mountain!"

As he said that, he looked at Xie Jinzhong who was kneeling, "You have made merits, let's reward you!"

"Reward me a monkey?"
Chapter completed!