Chapter 67: Day 67 of Wanting to Die
Yin Zhuo looked at his second brother's angry eyes and felt something was wrong. His second brother would definitely settle the score with him.
Wuuuu, wuuuu, it's bad enough that you're just throwing the blame at someone, but someone else heard it.
Yin Zhuo suddenly lost his spirit.
[It's over. The Emperor is still the better one. I wanted to verify whether there was something improper going on between the Emperor and my second brother. Now it seems that I can't do that anymore. Since my second brother is so anxious to cut off the relationship, I wonder if he has already started to secretly look for a male lover...]
Yin Zhuo's thoughts were a little distracted, and he happened to see Yinsi looking at Yinlu tenderly. The two seemed to be whispering something, and he didn't know when the fourth brother stood with the Thirteenth Brother.
【Ah, Yinsi's eyes are so gentle when he looks at Yin'er. Someone wrote a fan fiction about the two of them on Old Ford before, but I didn't read it much at the time. If we talk about historical fan fiction, the emperor and the second brother should be the most popular pair. After all, their personalities are very twisted, and they are the kind of people who love and hate each other. And the ending is still be, which is even more unforgettable. The next one should be the fourth brother and the thirteenth brother. After all, the friendship between the two of them exceeds that of all other brothers. The thirteenth brother treats the fourth brother wholeheartedly, and the fourth brother also treats the thirteenth brother wholeheartedly. It can be regarded as a rare brotherly love. 】
But Yin Zhuo was jealous!
Yin Zhuo also wanted to occupy a place among the Qing Dynasty's fellow scholars.
But he doesn't have any popular partner!
Forget it, let him be a pet.
But what Yin Zhuo didn't know was that he not only pissed off Yinreng, but also Kangxi and Yinzhen.
This little six has a really dirty mind. Look at what he is saying. He has a special relationship with Yinreng and he is Yinreng's father! It is only natural for a father to take care of his son.
Kangxi's hands were shaking with anger. This unfilial son not only slandered his brothers, but now he even dared to slander him.
And what's wrong with later generations? Why do they still write fan fiction?
Isn't this unethical?
Kangxi was so angry that he almost fainted.
For a moment, I didn't know whether he was angry at Xiaoliu or the fact that some people in later generations wrote fan fiction about him and Yinreng had a greater impact on him.
Yinzhen's face also turned black. There was nothing wrong between him and Thirteenth Prince, so why didn't Xiaoliu believe it? Last time he said that he liked Thirteenth Prince the most, but now he denied it. He didn't like anyone, but there was only one person he wanted to beat up the most, and that was Xiaoliu.
This kid is really annoying.
Yinreng and Yinzhen looked at each other and made up their minds that they had to express their opinion.
Let's see if the Emperor can still protect Xiaoliu.
He himself was dragged into this incident this time, so what about fan fiction? Isn't that just nonsense?
Just a bunch of nonsense.
Yinreng thought that Xiaoliu's brain was dirty because he read those fan fictions.
The atmosphere now is very awkward.
Yinsi and Yin'er, who had been trying to make some small movements, now dared not move at all.
Yin'er's ears turned red and his head was steaming. What kind of look was that from Sixth Brother? Eighth Brother was very gentle to everyone.
It's not just for him.
Yinzhen had been writing poetry until most of the night, and in the morning he heard that his father was ill, so he was exhausted. But after hearing his sixth brother's voice, his eyes lit up.
What is fan fiction? What good thing is that?
There are actually people who write articles with the Emperor as the protagonist. They are so brave, because the Emperor is the Emperor.
I don't know if anyone else has it, I'd like to see it.
Yinzhen saw that E'niang had read the storybooks, but the stories in them were all fictitious, and no one dared to make up stories about the emperor.
People in later generations are really brave.
But I have to say, listening to the love-hate relationship described by Sixth Brother is already attractive enough. I want to listen to the detailed description of the love-hate relationship!
Yinxiang was already numb. Looking at his fourth brother who was standing in front of him, he wished he could change his position and stay away from him.
The Sixth Brother's train of thought is so weird, they are brothers, how could it be written into the article.
It goes without saying that the content of the article is disgusting.
Yinxiang felt that his brain was dirty and he had trouble breathing when he thought about it.
I feel like ants are crawling on my body. How can anyone write something like that? !
What is this?
Yinxiang never expected that he and his fourth brother would become quite popular in later generations.
It's just that this thing hasn't become popular enough!
Yinzhen was almost jealous while eating melons. Oh, he even wrote fan fiction. Haha, just forget about him.
The Emperor is really partial!
What's so good about the second child? He even keeps a male pet. He discriminates against him!
Yinzhi felt sour all over his body.
His eyes looked at Kangxi and Yinreng with resentment.
Alas, it's a pity that he can't ask Xiaoliu directly. He wants to know whether he has it or not. Never mind, it's okay if he doesn't have it. He and Fujin are doing well. Besides, this is not a good thing. Yinzhen has goosebumps all over his body.
None of these brothers can get close to him.
He despised them.
Kangxi was also feeling annoyed, but when he met Xiaoliu's clear and bright eyes, he could not say anything. He could only close his eyes and said to the others, "Everyone hurry up and leave. Xiaoliu stay and practice calligraphy. I will check it later. Your handwriting is terrible."
Kangxi felt unhappy and had to find something for Xiaoliu to do.
Otherwise he wouldn't be able to get rid of this anger.
The others had long since stopped wanting to stay here, fearing that Xiaoliu/Sixth Brother would think of them again. He didn't want to hear those weird words.
I feel unwell all over and have goosebumps.
Therefore, Yin Zhuo discovered that when the brothers left, they all kept a distance from each other. It was clear that the younger ones had had dinner together intimately yesterday, but now they started to avoid each other directly, telling everyone that they were not familiar with each other at all!
Those historians who recorded history books were really interesting, they wrote everything down.
It must have been them who spread it, otherwise future generations wouldn't know it in such detail.
Everyone found the culprit in no time.
No, I have to find a chance to look it over and not write anything irrelevant.
It is so difficult to be a prince, and you also have to refute the rumors about yourself.
Yin Zhuo asked Kangxi in confusion, "Did my brother and his brothers have a quarrel? Why are they so far away from me?"
Kangxi: “Oh.”
Don't you know why?
Kangxi didn't want to pay attention to him.
Yin Zhuo: …
He sat down obediently at the small desk, intending to stay away from the moody Kangxi.
[This old man's mood changes so quickly. I wonder if the emperor has figured out how to protect rice by now? I remember the Little Ice Age in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the severe drought in the north caused some plants to mutate, among which drought-resistant rice varieties appeared. Emperor Kangxi spent ten years in Fengze Garden to conduct breeding experiments and even wrote a poem about protecting rice. But why haven't I heard anyone mention this? It's already March, and the area south of the Yangtze River can be planted, and the harvest will be ready in June. ]
Yin Zhuo was grinding ink while daydreaming.
【Kangxi was before Yuan Shikai. He doubled the rice production at that time. Although it was not as good as Yuan Shikai's 1,000 kilograms per mu, it was a remarkable achievement in the Qing Dynasty given the limitations of the times.】
Kangxi held his breath when he heard Xiaoliu talking about protecting the rice.
The rice has indeed been successfully bred, and the maturity period has been greatly shortened to June. That's not all, the yield has also doubled as Xiaoliu said, but it is definitely not the case that one mu of rice can produce 1,000 kilograms.
Is it really possible to have rice seeds that can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu?
You should know that it took him ten years to cultivate these doubled rice seeds.
It was not until the 21st year of Emperor Kangxi's reign that he discovered the unusual rice and it was not until the 31st year of his reign that the selection was successful. As an eyewitness, Kangxi has the most say in the hardships involved.
And according to what Xiaoliu said, rice from the north can also be planted in the south of the Yangtze River?
But why did his previous sowings fail?
Wait, Xiaoliu just mentioned March. Rice in Jiangnan needs to be planted in March in advance!
Kangxi could no longer sit still.
It's March now!
Kangxi no longer wanted to think about the yield of 1,000 jin of grain per mu. He just wanted to verify whether what Xiaoliu said was true or not.
So when Yin Zhuo was writing quietly, he saw Kangxi, who was sick and wanted to run outside restlessly.
He stood up quickly and said, "Father Emperor, if there is anything urgent, please let my brothers do it first. You are still sick."
How could Kangxi stay still? "Don't worry about it. I have something important to do. I will come back to see you finish writing three long sentences. Write them seriously. If you dare to fool around, I will give you ten times more."
Yin Zhuo let go immediately.
【Good intentions fed to the dog. 】
Kangxi couldn't help but tap him on the back and asked, "Are you cursing me in your heart?"
Yin Zhuo: …
Fortunately, Kangxi was really in a hurry, and without waiting for Xiaoliu to make excuses, he hurried to Yu's study.
Yin Zhuo rubbed his back, feeling so miserable that he couldn't express it in words.
Forget it, just write honestly first. When Kangxi comes back, he will beg him to go to Fengze Garden to see the emperor's experimental fields.
We have to find an opportunity to pass on some biological knowledge, otherwise the way Emperor Father is selecting is too slow.
It took ten years of selection year after year to finally get the rice. This is too inefficient.
Yin Zhuo frowned, thinking of a solution. He admired Grandpa Yuan very much and knew the principle of hybrid rice, but the conditions in the Qing Dynasty were not sufficient.
Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.
We don't ask for a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, but we hope to double the level of rice.
He had limited time, so he had to go to Fengze Garden to see it with his own eyes.
Once he got to the scene, he had room to maneuver.
Yin Zhuo was also worried about Yinsi and Yin'er going out to sea, but the Emperor said there were no boats.
Indeed, the Qing Dynasty was short of ships.
But the Qing Dynasty had the ability to build ships.
[In the second year of Emperor Kangxi's reign, two ships were built, each more than 60 meters long and 7 meters high. They were named Fengzhou. When they were used against Ryukyu, they shocked the Southern Ming navy and left them powerless to resist.]
Kangxi, who had just returned from the door feeling guilty for his bad attitude towards Xiaoliu, paused as he stepped in.
So, Xiaoliu means that we can just use a bird boat to go out to sea?
Kangxi's heart immediately fell back into his stomach.
Then we won't have to worry about the boat.
Kangxi stepped in and said to Yin Zhuo, "Alright, don't feel wronged. It was my fault just now. I will take you to Yu's study."
He also wanted to hear Xiaoliu talk in detail about the production of 1,000 kilograms of rice per mu. The man whom Xiaoliu called "Grandpa Yuan" was really amazing.
With such a high production volume, they definitely won’t go hungry.
It’s a pity that Kangxi didn’t have the chance to go to the future that Xiaoliu had been to. He really wanted to communicate with him and learn from him.
That man is better than him at selecting.
Yin Zhuo was startled: "My Lord, why are you walking so quietly?"
Kangxi knocked on him and startled him: "You were just daydreaming. I came in openly through the door."
Yin Zhuo had already gone to help him.
"I am worried about the health of the Emperor. It is really hard for the Emperor to handle government affairs when he is sick. If Xiaoliu is in better health, he can share the burden with the Emperor."
Yin Zhuo said caringly.
Regardless of whether what Xiaoliu said was true or false, Kangxi felt relieved after hearing it.
Xiaoliu is really thoughtful. No matter whether I do it or not, the help he provides me is unprecedented.
It also made him realize that he had previously believed that the production of rice had reached its limit, but now it seems that it is still far from enough. The rice he selected is still far from producing 1,000 kilograms per mu, and there are also regional restrictions.
But according to Xiaoliu, the reason why other places were not suitable for planting before was that the wrong time was chosen for sowing.
That’s why it can’t grow and can’t achieve the expected effect.
Kangxi had important things to do now and could not take care of his health, but Yin Zhuo was worried about him and asked someone to bring medicine over. Then when Kangxi finished drinking it, he found that except for his younger brothers who went to the Shangshufang for classes, the other five brothers had all returned.
Each one kept a certain distance.
Kangxi winked at the five people and had someone inform them when he sent someone to look for them just now.
"I have successfully researched and developed the rice. Who of you will go to Jiangnan to promote it? Time is of the essence. Plant as much as you can this month."
Kangxi looked at his five sons and actually had a candidate in mind.
That was Yinzhen. Coincidentally, Tong Guowei and Longkodo were also there at that time. If Yinzhen went there, it would be more efficient, and he would have two helpers to help him.
Sure enough, Yinzhen took the lead and said, "I am willing to go."
Kangxi nodded: "Good boy."
Yin Zhuo blinked curiously: "Father Emperor, isn't the rice already planted by now? Is it too late to go to Jiangnan now?"
Kangxi said, "It's not too late. The rice seeds I cultivated in Fengze Garden are suitable for planting in the north. This is the first time. I am very worried."
Kangxi sighed in a similar manner.
That’s right, the rice he selected to grow in Fengzeyuan was northern rice, and after listening to Xiaoliu’s thoughts, he planned to give it another try.
"Do you think this northern rice can be grown in the south?" Kangxi was very worried.
Several people stared at Yin Zhuo, who pursed his face in bewilderment, "It should be possible. Just move the planting time a little earlier. The temperature in the north and south is different, so the planting time of rice is also different."
Kangxi thought Xiaoliu was right. What he wanted was just this sentence: "Okay, Father, please believe Xiaoliu just once."
Yin Zhuo stared, wondering what this meant.
Why did the emperor suddenly believe him?
If I fail...
[Forget it. Although it has a high probability of success, I may not live to see the rice harvest in June. It doesn't matter. But now the problem comes. How should I explain the technical terms such as genetic mutation to them? The efficiency of selecting seeds year after year is too low. It is not as fast as artificial hybridization.]
Kangxi and Yinreng were already confused.
Originally Yinreng was still angry, but now after hearing Xiaoliu's voice, he didn't care anymore. He wanted to get into Xiaoliu's head. He didn't understand what was being said. They were also artificially selecting, so it wasn't slow.
What is promiscuity?
They had only heard of animals mating together, such as horses and donkeys, producing mules.
But I have never heard of plant hybridization.
[If they learn how to interbreed, they might be able to achieve the goal of producing 500 kilograms per mu. Although it is not possible to produce 1,000 kilograms per mu due to technical limitations, it can still ensure that the people will not go hungry.]
Yinreng was stunned. The yield was 500 kilograms...
Has Xiaoliu ever seen a rice crop yielding 1,000 kilograms per mu in the future?
Yinreng couldn't even imagine the scene. To produce a thousand kilograms of rice per mu, the rice would have to be planted very densely, and the rice ears would have to be very big.
Thinking of the white rice, Yinreng swallowed his saliva which was a rare occasion for him.
Yinzhen also became excited. If they learned what Xiaoliu said about genetic mutation and hybridization, would they be able to increase the rice yield?
Kangxi saw the expressions of his sons, all of whom were frightened, but he calmed down.
But he still felt a little proud in his heart. It seemed that he had done some things that would be praised by future generations, such as this rice that he spent ten years to breed.
The rice was grown in the west of Beijing and was also called Jingxi rice. In recent years, it was specially provided for the royal family.
But now Xiaoliu said he could go to the south, so Yinzhen would have to travel more places.
There should be rice seeds in those places. Kangxi had sent people to deliver them before. Although the planting failed, there should be some left, which would greatly improve efficiency.
Moreover, Kangxi would issue a notice in advance to let all places start planting, so that Yinzhen could handle the work by himself.
Kangxi pretended to be proud and said to Xiaoliu: "Xiaoliu, do you know who discovered that the rice production in Fengze Garden doubled?"
Yin Zhuo looked at him in confusion.
[Is the emperor showing off? What is there to show off? Aren’t the common people still hungry? It’s useless even if the income is doubled. ]
Kangxi choked.
He rolled his eyes at his sons. He had suffered a lot for the Qing Dynasty.
He did this just to get the hang of it.
"I know that it was discovered and cultivated by the Emperor, but I had a dream before. There was an immortal named Yuan who cultivated a kind of rice called hybrid rice, which could produce 1,000 kilograms per mu and was resistant to drought and lodging. I dreamed that the heavy ears of rice filled the entire field, and I saw the white rice entering the homes of ordinary people. From then on, there was no more hunger and cold in the world."
Yin Zhuo still said what he wanted to say, otherwise he felt it would become a regret for him.
Yinreng wanted to laugh, but he couldn't hold it back anymore.
Pull out a fairy.
But the expression on Yinreng's face soon froze. According to what Xiaoliu said, the man surnamed Yuan might really be the creator of the thousand-jin rice.
Yinzhen was also greatly shocked. Someone actually cultivated a thousand kilograms of rice. This was a plot that even the storybooks would not dare to write about.
He couldn't even imagine that scene.
How spectacular that would be.
Yinzhi and Yinqi were already stunned.
Originally, the Emperor asked them to come over to talk about growing rice in Jiangnan. They were all a little confused. Hadn’t the Emperor sent people to grow rice before?
The result was not satisfactory, but I didn't expect that before I gave up, he suddenly brought up the matter again.
It turned out that I heard something from Xiaoliu.
No wonder the Emperor is so anxious. Who wouldn’t be anxious after hearing such news?
Since ancient times, no one in this world has ever ensured that every citizen has enough to eat and never goes hungry.
This is difficult and almost no one can do it.
Therefore, they were all somewhat envious of the future that Xiaoliu was going to.
Kangxi looked at Xiaoliu eagerly. What Xiaoliu described must be the scene he had witnessed with his own eyes.
Even Kangxi had never dared to imagine such a bountiful harvest, but it sounded so beautiful.
Yin Zhuo saw that they all looked longing, but he didn't feel surprised, but rather felt a little strange.
Do they trust the immortals so much?
Kangxi said with some joy: "Xiao Liu is indeed extraordinary. I am a real dragon. Xiao Liu dreamed of an immortal, which means that the immortal was guiding me. It is a good omen!"
Yin Zhuo black lines.
[Sure enough, the emperor who regarded koi as a good omen is brainless and even fantasized that he was a real dragon. If you are so awesome, why don't you fly up to the sky and get close to the sun? Even rockets can only reach the moon and Mars, and no one has been able to get close to the sun.]
Kangxi was so frightened that he coughed: "Ahem!"
Xiaoliu said before that being able to fly was already miraculous enough, and now someone has flown to the moon. And what is Mars?
Kangxi thought it was time to ask someone from the Qintianjian to come and discuss astronomy with Xiaoliu.
Kangxi couldn't help but look outside. He remembered that the moon disappeared from that direction today, and wondered if there was really someone up there.
So, did those people see Chang'e on the moon?
Kangxi was very curious.
But what Xiaoliu said was too harsh. They would not be able to go up to the sun in the future, so how could he go up?
Although he cannot fly, he is a real dragon. Kangxi adjusted his clothes and said that only he could wear the dragon robe.
He is the Son of Heaven.
The other five people also looked up at the sky, their hearts filled with disbelief.
The moon is so small and so far away, how does that thing called a rocket get up there?
It turns out that the world that Xiaoliu went to is where the immortals live. Those fantasy stories are true. There really are people who can fly to the moon. Is there really a heaven above the sky?
Is the monkey in Journey to the West still alive?
Xiaoliu's words completely confused everyone.
They had never thought that anyone could fly, let alone fly to the moon. No one could even fly to the roof.
Kangxi had already heard Xiaoliu talk about his experience of flying airplanes, so he was calmer than his five sons.
He coughed lightly and said, "Okay, Xiaoliu, since you dreamed of the immortal, did the immortal tell you how to find the rice seeds produced on that acre?"
The most important thing now is not whether the plane can fly or not, but to fill the people's stomachs.
Yin Zhuo sighed: "I can't remember clearly."
[Even if I remember it, I still can't explain to you what hybridization is and what genes are! How disgusting.]
Yin Zhuo was really speechless.
When Kangxi heard this, he did not feel disappointed, but rather excited. He said that it would be enough for Xiaoliu to know a little bit, and he would let others study the rest.
Besides, he had never heard of things like promiscuity and genes. Xiaoliu said he didn't understand them either.
Forget it, as long as Xiaoliu is willing to do it.
"Okay, I'll take you to Fengze Garden to stay for two days. Maybe you can remember it, and it's a good opportunity to see my experimental field."
There was a hint of pride in Kangxi's tone, as if he was showing off his achievements to his children.
Afterwards, Kangxi made some arrangements for Yinzhen, and the others listened attentively.
Yin Zhuo had just thought of the ship, and when he had some free time, he noticed that there was a model of a ship on the bookshelf behind Kangxi.
[Is that the model of the bird ship? It's really spectacular. How many times has it been shrunk? It looks quite exquisite. I remember that the Fengzhou bird ships that broke through the Southern Ming navy were all built according to the shipbuilding technology of the Ming Dynasty. By the 22nd year of Kangxi, there were more than 50 ships. Who would have thought that this large ship, which was very powerful in later generations, would be reduced to half in the Xianfeng years. The longest ship at that time was only 23 meters. The shipbuilding technology of the Ming Dynasty could still build a large ship of more than 60 meters in the Qing Dynasty. As a result, the Qing Dynasty could only make 23-meter ships. It was not unfair that the country was attacked by ships at that time. ]
Kangxi's face changed. He had heard what Xiaoliu said about the ship before, and was thinking that when the eighth and ninth children grew up a little bit, they could take a ship to explore overseas.
How could so many large ships disappear just like that?
How could they only make a 23-meter boat in that fertile year? It's not even half the length of a bird boat.
The specifications of the bird boats are all over 60 meters long and 7 meters high.
No matter what, the shipbuilding technology cannot be outdated. He was really angry and laughed. It was really puzzling how those unfilial descendants made the boats smaller and smaller.
Yinreng was also confused. Wasn't he talking about rice?
Why did you get on the boat again?
But he had also seen that bird ship before. It was indeed powerful, with cannons mounted on it and plenty of firepower.
But if the younger generations don't build more and more powerful ships, how can they become smaller?
This may also be a kind of ability.
However, Kangxi was reminded of something by the affairs of the Imperial Kitchen and the Imperial Household Department.
His face turned cold. Those people were so bold.
Kangxi fainted again!
Being dazed.
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