Chapter 171: Concubine
"Congratulations, Concubine."
Zhu Xin and others looked at Shen Lingshu happily and knelt down in unison to pay their respects.
Even Madam Cui was no exception, which scared Shen Lingshu.
"Okay, you guys should get up quickly too."
Shen Lingshu reached out and supported Madam Cui, saying, "Aunt Cui, you all should hurry up and get up. Today we will give everyone a bunch of silver peanuts!"
"Thank you, Concubine!"
When Zhuxin heard a string of silver flowers, her eyes lit up a little!
In the Prince Lin's Mansion, Qiutang Courtyard, ever since she learned that Shen Lingshu was named Concubine Shen, Concubine Fang wanted to smash everything in the house.
"Concubine, calm down and be careful of the baby in your belly."
Nanny Gui consoled her, saying, "Even if Shen is given the title of concubine, it doesn't matter. You are the one in charge of the palace, and your family background is much higher than Shen's."
"You're right."
Concubine Fang felt her bulging belly and slowly calmed down: "Mammy is right, my father is a third-rank official, and Shen's father is only a fifth-rank Guanglu Temple Shaoqing, it's okay."
"Besides, I've been managing the palace for so many years. Even if I haven't made any contributions, I've certainly worked hard."
Concubine Fang slowly calmed down, then frowned and said, "You said that the increase in grain production was done by Shen Lingshu?"
"How could that bitch Shen come up with such a good idea? Could it be that the prince is intentionally biased?"
The more Concubine Fang thought about it, the more she felt that this was possible, and she felt even more upset!
The prince was truly bewitched by that bitch Shen. She stroked her belly and said, "Son, you must strive to be the eldest son of the Lin Palace. Later, when your father becomes the crown prince, your status will be indescribably noble!"
Before the crown prince was reinstated, Concubine Fang felt regretful for a long time. Now, the crown prince has been deposed again, and he will definitely not get back on his feet.
By then, the position of crown prince will belong to the prince.
"No, you ask your father to make further preparations."
Concubine Fang thought about Concubine Shen's belly and cursed: "She has been staying in the imperial manor. It's best if she miscarries! I will give birth to a son."
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At the imperial farm, as the autumn harvest approached, the emperor would take Chu Cong to the fields every morning and evening to watch over them. With these grains, Mu Ningguo would no longer have to worry about going hungry!
Both the emperor and the ministers are keeping their eyes on the imperial farm and the land outside the capital!
After the crown prince was deposed, some people initially spoke up for him. However, the news that the early rice yield in Nancheng was 800 kilograms per mu and the rice was about to mature shocked the ministers!
They knew very well what so much food meant.
Prince?
Everyone is focusing on food, so who has the time to care about anything else?
Not to mention Prince Lin, who always supported the crown prince, was silent for the first time this time. As a result, no one dared to speak for the deposed crown prince. Even Duke Xiao was thinking: With two nephews, who would win in the throne?
No matter whether he is the crown prince or the prince, he is always the uncle of the king.
The prince was arrogant and extravagant. He bossed his uncle around and treated him like a money bag.
On the other hand, Prince Lin was different. Although he was aloof and difficult to approach, he always handled his business impartially. He was not respectful to his uncle, but at least he would not order him around, and he would never use him as a money bag.
Thinking of this, Duke Xiao felt that it would be better to support Prince Lin to ascend the throne.
At the imperial farm, Chu Cong had no thoughts of becoming a crown prince. His mind was filled with the golden fields in front of him. On the day of harvest, the emperor led Chu Cong to stand in the front, looking at the golden and heavy rice, his mind filled with the joy of the harvest.
The ministers were even more stunned. How much grain could be produced per mu?
"Let people remember how much one acre of land can produce!"
The emperor looked at the people busy in the fields and directed them to count the rice carefully. While they were harvesting the rice, he asked them to register and weigh it carefully.
For every acre of land, there are more than ten officials, big and small, and farmers working there!
There is a piece of land of more than 20 acres in front of them. The emperor and his ministers want to see how much one acre of land can produce.
Early rice was in the south city. The ministers and the people were shocked, but also skeptical.
Outside the imperial farm, many people gathered from afar. If they were not afraid of chaos, I am afraid these people would have rolled up their sleeves and come to see what the yield per mu is!
At this time, the emperor stood in front of the thresher and said, "Is this also Shen's idea?"
Compared with people threshing rice by hand, the foot-operated thresher in front of us is obviously faster!
"right."
Chu Cong spoke with pride, "Father, I've had the Ministry of Works make a lot of these threshing machines. I've used them before when I was in Nancheng!"
"The people from the Ministry of Works have already done a lot. By then, it will be much more convenient for the people to harvest rice."
Chu Cong was worried about the thresher before, thinking it would be useless, but now it seems to be very useful!
The most important thing is that this thing is easy to make and even easier to use. Just try it out and you’ll know how to use it!
"nice one."
The emperor praised him, saying that although he was born a prince, he was not ignorant of the different kinds of crops. In order to let them understand the difficulties faced by the common people, the late emperor would take them to see the food in the fields and the difficulties faced by the common people every year.
"Father, the time is still short this year. I heard there are water windmills for irrigating farmland. Once they are built next year, watering the fields will not be so difficult."
Chu Cong had seen the drawings drawn by Shen Lingshu and often discussed with her about the water windmill. Although he could not make a big one, he made a few small ones!
It is indeed possible to draw water from low-lying areas. As long as they build a big one, there will be no need to worry about drawing water from low-lying areas to irrigate farmland in the future.
"You let the Ministry of Industry do it."
The emperor listened to his words, his mind full of Chu Cong who was working for the welfare of the people, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
Not far away, King Heng was staring at the threshing machine and asked, "How is this threshing machine made? How much does it cost? How much silver can it sell for?"
"I remember that there is no such thing anywhere else, right? If we sell this to various prefectures in the Mu Ning Kingdom, wouldn't it be..." We'll be rich!
Prince Heng's eyes lit up.
“…”
The emperor looked away speechlessly after hearing these words. The prime minister and the imperial concubine still wanted to help the third prince ascend to the throne. Are they crazy? Or do they want to support a puppet emperor?
A hint of deep thought flashed in the emperor's eyes. It seems that Prince, we must make a decision as soon as possible.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty. May God bless our Mu Ning Kingdom!"
The Minister of Revenue knelt down excitedly and kept congratulating.
“What’s the yield per mu?”
The emperor sat up straight, obviously attaching great importance to this matter.
The Minister of Revenue blushed with excitement: "One thousand and thirty-six catties, a full one thousand and thirty-six catties!"
He repeated the number twice, both in whole and zero forms. His voice was as loud as a bell, but no one found it irritating. Instead, their blood boiled in their hearts.
If 800 kilograms of early rice can fill their stomachs, then a yield of 1,036 kilograms per mu is enough for the people of Mu Ning Kingdom to never have to worry about going hungry for the rest of their lives!
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