Chapter 117 Ninth Grade Farmer Order
"Hey, listen to Shu'er, let's drink milk first."
As Emperor Yongping said this, he shouted outside the door and asked someone to call Nanny Yao.
As soon as Chu Qinshu was taken to the toilet by Nanny Yao, Emperor Yongping couldn't wait to take out the two books and read them carefully.
"Lin Fu, send someone to summon the Minister of Agriculture and have him come to see me immediately."
Lin Fu had just returned from the dining room when Emperor Yongping gave him a new task.
Sweet potato seedlings need to be raised in advance, and spring potatoes can be planted after the Spring Ploughing Festival.
Emperor Yongping silently estimated the time in his mind and came up with a plan.
"Lin Fu, I want to draft an edict."
Emperor Yongping was reading a book while commanding Lin Fu.
Lin Fu was running to the front of the hall, then to the side hall, he was really busy.
"Your Majesty, you may now draft an edict."
The attendant of the Hanlin Academy who was chased away to the side hall, who was usually the drafter of imperial edicts on duty in Yu's study, has been called back by Lin Fu.
"Well, draft an imperial decree. Princess Fu of Prince Huai is virtuous, respectful and prudent... Since she has asked for freedom, all will be granted. She will be allowed to divorce Prince Huai and regain her freedom. From now on, she will never be allowed to marry into the royal family again."
"Draft another decree. The imperial merchant Fu family donated money to build water conservancy projects for the sake of the people's livelihood. Fu Song, the eldest son of the Fu family, is appointed as the ninth-rank agricultural official, in charge of sweet potato breeding and promotion."
These two imperial edicts gave Fu Ronger a way out and granted the Fu family special privileges.
Of course, privileges come with challenges and investments.
According to the sweet potato planting method, sweet potatoes can be planted in three seasons a year.
Spring sweet potatoes need to be raised in January and planted in March.
Summer sweet potatoes need to be planted in May.
Autumn sweet potatoes need to be planted in July.
Whether it is raising seedlings or planting, without financial investment it will be difficult to see results.
Especially during the breeding phase.
In view of the Fu family's practical knowledge, Emperor Yongping planned to make them businessmen truly backed by the royal family.
Yesterday's plaque of Righteous Merchant and today's Ninth Rank Agricultural Officer were both awards from him to the Fu family.
As for Fu Ronger, he had already cut off her chance of being killed by Prince Huai and Jiang Ruoqing.
As an emperor, he could only be so soft-hearted towards his juniors.
"Your Majesty, the Minister of Agriculture requests an audience."
As soon as the imperial edict was sealed, a message from the eunuchs came in from outside the palace.
"Xuan."
Emperor Yongping waved his hand, and Liu Zhiyuan, the Minister of Agriculture, walked into the palace steadily.
"I, your humble servant, pay my respects to His Majesty. Long live the Emperor."
"My dear Liu, please stand up. I called you here today to invite you to dinner."
When Emperor Yongping finished speaking, Liu Zhiyuan was shocked.
As an agricultural official, he was either plowing the land in the registered fields or working in the fertilizer factory figuring out how to fertilize the land.
When could I gain such favor from the emperor?
Still having meal?
It can’t be a beheading rice, right?
In just a cup of tea, Liu Zhiyuan recalled everything he had done since he became an official.
Fortunately, no illegal activities were found, which made me feel relieved.
"I am so humbled, please let the emperor know clearly."
Although Liu Zhiyuan found nothing wrong in his self-examination, he was still afraid of the emperor's wrath.
Sometimes, the emperor's wrath requires no reason at all.
He is just an agricultural official and cannot bear it.
"Lord Liu, don't be alarmed. Have you figured out a way to prevent the people from going hungry?"
Improving the harvest was something that Emperor Yongping would discuss with the Sino-Agricultural Temple every year.
But it was not as expected. After all, for thousands of years, the people had rarely had enough food and warm clothing.
I'm afraid that the issue of land management is not something that a farmer can solve on his own.
"In reply to your Majesty, I have already found a method to improve the fertility of the soil. It can be used during the spring ploughing period. I think we will see some results during the summer harvest."
Liu Zhiyuan replied tremblingly, and the pressure in his heart doubled.
I really hope that God can enlighten his brain and let him have a flash of inspiration so that he can discover a new high-yield crop and no longer let the people go hungry.
"Okay, let's eat."
Emperor Yongping got a headache when he saw him like that.
He also knew that farming was no joke and that it was not anyone's fault if it was not easy to achieve results.
After all, the same seeds and the same land will produce different yields if planted by different people.
What bothered him was that Sinong Temple was too conservative.
If you can’t get out of your hometown and your hometown, how can you ensure that people in the world have enough food to eat?
"Ah? ...I obey your order."
When Liu Zhiyuan saw that there were only two things on Emperor Yongping's plate, his heart began to beat fast again.
How come even the palace is short of food?
It turned out that he did not do his job well as an official at Sinong Temple.
"Lord Liu, this is your meal, exactly the same as the emperor's."
Lin Fu held the tray and personally placed two roasted sweet potatoes and a bowl of three-fresh noodles on the food table prepared for Liu Zhiyuan.
Emperor Yongping had already sat down to eat, first eating roasted sweet potatoes and then eating three-fresh noodles.
It’s not that Chu Qinshu didn’t give the recipe for hot and sour noodles, but that the kitchen didn’t have any chili peppers, so hot and sour noodles couldn’t be made at all.
Of course, Chu Qinshu didn't forget to take out the chili peppers on purpose.
She really forgot.
Emperor Yongping couldn't finish two medium-sized baked sweet potatoes and a bowl of sweet potato noodles, so he gave the remaining baked sweet potato to Lin Fu as a reward.
Chu Qinshu, who had returned to his arms a long time ago, went into the space to memorize in order to avoid being made to cry.
It was the first time that Liu Zhiyuan ate such novel food and he was a little excited.
He ate all of his portion in one go.
However, I almost burped after eating it.
"Your Majesty, I have never seen today's meal before. I wonder which expert cultivated this new crop?"
After Liu Zhiyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, he couldn't suppress his excitement and spoke first.
"Lord Liu, how do you feel about these two kinds of food?"
Emperor Yongping asked.
"To reply to your Majesty, it is very delicious and filling."
Liu Zhiyuan reported truthfully.
"Well, this is a new crop discovered by the prince, called sweet potato. The seeds are extremely rare, and I intend to leave the breeding and promotion to you, Sinong Temple."
Emperor Yongping had already decided that whatever Chu Qinshu brought out would be put under Chu Chengyi's name.
He is fifty-six years old and has been sitting on the dragon chair for more than twenty years. A few days ago, he even had the idea of lying down.
In this case, we should start to consider Chu Chengyi more as the crown prince.
Since Chu Qinshu is Chu Chengyi's eldest daughter, she should be happy to gain credit for him.
"This is the main duty of the Sino-Agricultural Temple. I have no choice but to fulfill it."
Liu Zhiyuan tried hard to suppress his joy, as he really wanted to see the true appearance of the sweet potato seeds.
"Well, this is the method of breeding and planting sweet potatoes. It explains it in great detail. You can take a look at it first."
Emperor Yongping gave Liu Zhiyuan the book on sweet potato cultivation that Chu Qinshu had given him.
After he finished reading, he added: "In order to ensure the smooth breeding of sweet potatoes, I have found a good helper for you."
As he spoke, he handed one of the imperial edicts on the case back to Liu Zhiyuan.
At the signal of Emperor Yongping, Liu Zhiyuan opened the imperial edict and read it, and he had an idea in his mind.
Is it because they knew that Ji Tian's conditions were limited and Sinong Temple did not have much money to spend, so they found a sucker for him?
However, this is not the point.
As long as they can successfully grow this new crop that produces 5,000 kilograms per mu, the sucker will have a chance to make a fortune sooner or later.
The yield per mu is 5,000 kilograms. He has been an agricultural official for more than 20 years, and he has never seen or heard of such a thing.
If this really happened, how could the people of Sheng'an Kingdom go hungry?
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration."
Liu Zhiyuan bowed deeply, his heart filled with respect for Emperor Yongping.
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