Chapter 1182 The Night Before Returning to Beijing
As soon as everyone arrived at the sticky corn greenhouse, they were shocked by the scene before them.
On the way here, I also saw the crops of the people on both sides of the road.
Although there was good rainfall this year and there was neither drought nor flooding, the growth was not as lush as it is now.
The fat corn leaves are emerald green, and the big corn cobs on them are round, just like fat babies.
The emperor was very happy to see this and rushed over.
"Chen'er, let's have boiled corn for lunch today!"
As he said this, he broke off the corn cob in front of him. He thought of the soft, sweet corn he had eaten when he first arrived, and now his mouth was watering.
"Okay." The man nodded with a smile and hurriedly asked someone to get his weapons.
The people following behind him also started to get busy, and each of them turned into a hardworking farmer.
Just like the emperor, he was breaking the corn cob with his mouth wide open, as if he had gotten a great bargain.
I have never seen corn as big as a cob. It looks really rare.
Baskets of fresh corn were transported out, and everyone had their first proper farm meal since arriving here.
Boiled corn, boiled potatoes, stewed chili peppers, and a big rice cooker. At first, it was a little difficult to wrap them.
Later, under Qin Chuchu's careful training, they all became proficient.
The simple farm meal filled everyone's stomachs.
After the meal, I didn’t rest for long and followed the emperor and others to the rice field base.
Although it is not yet harvest season, the rice fields are already golden.
Because the temperature difference in the greenhouse is relatively small and controllable, the rice matures earlier.
Looking at the rice ears that were bent under the weight of the weight, the emperor couldn't stop smiling.
Especially Lord Zhao, who was so happy that his throat was filled with laughter when he looked at the heavy ears of rice.
He taught them how to maintain and plant these rice fields, and they were like his own children.
He kept explaining to everyone, as if he was afraid that they might not understand.
When Lord Zhao said that this greenhouse could yield as much as 60,000 kilograms, everyone present was so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.
"You mean these can yield 60,000 kilograms of rice?"
The emperor pointed at the rice fields in front of him and looked at his son beside him in disbelief.
If this greenhouse can produce so many kilograms, how much grain can be harvested from this area?
"That's right. Not only rice, but the greenhouse can also harvest about 60,000 kilograms of sticky corn."
The man tried to keep his voice calm, but he was quite excited inside.
One greenhouse can produce at least 60,000 kilograms of grain, which was unimaginable in the past.
The land in Dayu's country was barren, and even if there were ten times more arable land, it would not be able to achieve this output.
“………………”The emperor was completely petrified.
He stared straight at his son in front of him for a long time before coming to his senses, turning around and walking out.
When I came to the ground, I looked at the countless glass roofs in front of me, each one like neatly arranged small boxes.
Looking at his son coming to him, he excitedly pointed to the greenhouse in front of him.
"How many are there in total?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, there are nearly 90,000 greenhouses for growing corn in the vegetable fields over there, and 100,000 greenhouses for growing rice fields over here."
After saying that, the man pointed into the distance again.
"The ones we're digging over there are also there, and we estimate that there will be another 300,000 that can be planted next year."
Then he pointed in the direction of Beihe River.
"After we finish digging up that area, there will be almost a million of them."
"……………"emperor.
He was completely stunned. Except for his eyeballs following the man's hand, he was like a sculpture.
At the beginning, I could still calculate the quantity in my head, but now I am completely confused.
Only the last sentence my son said, more than a million, more than a million.
One can produce more than 60,000 kilograms of grain, so I don’t dare to think about the number of more than one million.
The other ministers who followed were also shocked after hearing this. Looking at the countless glass roofs in front of them, their eyes were about to pop out of their heads in shock.
The food stored in all the households of Dayu Kingdom combined is less than half of what is in front of us. This is incredible.
There were clearly more than a hundred people standing there, but it was as if there was no one there. They were so shocked that they couldn't speak and even forgot to breathe.
It took a long while for the emperor to come back to his senses from his shock. When he looked at his son in front of him, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.
Without saying a word, he just patted his shoulder and continued looking forward.
In the next few days, apart from eating and sleeping, everyone spent the rest of the time wandering around outside.
Everyone was amazed when watching the process of liquid turning into glass.
The busy assembly line operations in the pharmaceutical factory also amazed everyone.
No wonder King Chen could produce a large amount of medicinal materials when the cold was prevalent. It turns out that their output was so high.
If the emperor was not in a hurry to go back, he would have loved to stay for a few more days to see everything.
But there is no other way. As the king of a country, I can't stay outside all the time.
No matter how reluctant I am, I have to go back.
Tomorrow is the day to return to Beijing. After dinner, the emperor called Han Muchen to his side.
"Chen'er, come take a walk with father!"
"Okay." The man nodded and helped his father out of the yard. The two of them walked on the street of their happy home.
It was getting dark at this moment and the people had already finished work and returned home.
Most of the people are having dinner at home now.
As the two of them walked on the street, they could hear laughter coming from various houses from time to time, and the emperor felt very emotional.
If Dayu's people could live and work in peace and contentment like this, then he would have the face to see his ancestors.
Looking at the road brightly illuminated by street lights, the emperor looked at the man with satisfaction.
"My son is much better than our father."
After saying that, he patted the man's shoulder with satisfaction. He never dreamed that this place would be built so well and the people could live such a life.
Chen'er is much better than his father, which makes him feel relieved and touched.
“Father…”
The man was interrupted by the emperor before he could finish his words.
"Chen'er, what are you going to do with the food in the greenhouse?"
As the emperor spoke, he pointed towards the base. The reason he came out with him was to ask about this matter.
Although the harvest this year is pretty good, it is still unlikely that there will be enough food to eat.
I don’t know how Chen’er arranged the food. If it could be sold in the country, the people’s lives would be better.
How could Han Muchen not understand what his father meant, and he had no intention of hiding it.
"Father, the corn you see is actually the seeds produced this year. I plan to promote it widely next year so that the people can grow it.
As for the rice, I also plan to sell it in my own country, so I don't have to buy it from abroad at a high price."
He had actually thought of this a long time ago. He wanted the people to plant sticky corn, which would not only increase the yield but also prevent them from going hungry.
The rice is also planned to be sold domestically, so there is basically no need to import it from other countries, and the price of rice will naturally come down.
The emperor was delighted when he heard this.
"Okay, okay!"
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