After Zhu Ying finished speaking, he looked at Feng Sheng's expression and secretly thought it was a pity.

Don't think that people with high knowledge are hard to be fooled. Zhu Ying, who has rich experience template for later generations, is good at fooling people with high knowledge.

If it were an illiterate person, there would be nothing to say, because they simply would not be able to understand that point.

It’s better to have a big bowl of rice, which is enough to eat.

"After all, it still lacks some atmosphere."

Although Feng Sheng and Zhu Su were in good condition, Zhu Ying, who pursued perfection, felt that this was one of his most unsuccessful speeches.

At this time, Zhu Ying missed the hundreds of subordinates he had carefully trained in the Western Regions. Oh, no, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. It should be hundreds of disciples now.

No matter how good a play is, it needs supporting actors. If there are disciples to warm up the audience, the effect can be doubled.

And these disciples are the key to Zhu Ying's control over the Western Regions, the desert, and the grassland.

They don't have strong bodies, nor do they have extra wealth, and they are even military novices.

However, each of these disciples was carefully selected by Zhu Ying after spending several years.

The purpose of this is to control the vast forces under his command.

The guards, knights and other armed personnel under his command can train once every five days or once every ten days, depending on their specifications and levels.

But things like classes have to be done every night.

If you are the newest member, you need to do it twice a day, morning and evening.

For some poor families, it is simpler and they just recite a blessing before every meal.

So now Zhu Ying, who has been in the capital for such a long time, is not too worried about the forces under his command.

One can only sigh that people in the Ming Dynasty are relatively simple-minded. As long as they can have enough food to eat, they won’t have to worry about so many troubles.

Zhu Ying's words brought great shock to Feng Sheng. Although when he thought about it carefully, it felt as if he had said nothing.

But in Feng Sheng's heart, Zhu Ying has already been labeled as wise.

As for Zhu Su, who had never seen the world, he was even more confused. With his glowing eyes, he might have become Zhu Ying's little fan.

"Your Highness' words are truly enlightening." Feng Sheng wanted to quote from classics and flatter Zhu Ying based on what he had just said.

But I made a sad discovery, as if what His Highness said was slowly being forgotten in my mind.

"Duke Song, you are too polite. There will be many things in the future where we will need your help." Zhu Ying said with a smile. Seeing Feng Sheng's aftertaste look, he immediately interrupted him.

After a few simple polite words, Zhu Ying turned his gaze to Zhu Su.

He was thinking in his mind what he could say to get Zhu Su to join his team.

One is to add support for yourself.

The second is in the medical field.

After all, for someone who could leave behind so many masterpieces, his medical skills couldn't be very low.

"I heard that Uncle Five is particularly obsessed with medicine." Zhu Ying said directly.

Perhaps it was the shock brought by his father's appearance, he could feel that the gaze of his fifth uncle, Prince of Zhou Zhu Su, was vaguely evasive when he looked at him.

When I looked him in the face, I subconsciously avoided him, seeming a little guilty and fearful.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed my nephew."

Zhu Su, who had just experienced a social failure, felt inexplicably flattered when he heard his nephew say this to him.

"Fifth Uncle, I have done a lot of research on medical skills, especially on external injuries. I wonder if I can ask you for advice on some points." Zhu Ying asked.

This is to explore Zhu Su's background.

Of course, Zhu Ying himself was half a layman when it came to medical skills. After all, he had extensive experience in fighting with others in his early years, so it was inevitable that he would suffer some external injuries.

If he really knew how to make medicine or take a pulse, he certainly couldn't do that. But with some basic theories from later generations and the ability to control the pace of the conversation, it wouldn't be a problem for him to fool Zhu Su.

"Well, actually, I don't have much knowledge in medicine. My interest is in flowers and plants, which may have caused some misunderstandings from my nephew."

Zhu Su said with an embarrassed smile.

Of course, his so-called lack of medical experience was relative to the imperial physicians in the palace.

But it is true that there is little actual combat.

As a prince and a vassal king, it is impossible for him to diagnose people's pulses every day. Although he has rich theoretical knowledge, he is probably far behind in clinical practice.

Moreover, his research direction is mainly on plants.

Zhu Ying was a little disappointed when he heard this, but it made sense. How could a vassal king treat the common people? Even if Zhu Su wanted to do it, he would be stopped by many people.

After all, being interested in medical skills is already damaging to the dignity of the royal family.

Unlike the later carpenter emperors, the Ming Dynasty under the control of Zhu Yuanzhang was still very strict in many aspects.

Zhu Ying was not a medical researcher in his previous life. He just knew that there was a person named Zhu Su who made great contributions to medicine in the early Ming Dynasty.

As for how great his contribution was and what kind of works were passed down from generation to generation, it is unknown.

However, since the conversation had come to this point, Zhu Ying was too embarrassed to ignore Zhu Su directly, so he could only politely say:

"I wonder what aspects of plants and trees Uncle Wu mainly studies. I am somewhat interested in plants and trees."

Zhu Ying's casual question suddenly aroused Zhu Su's great interest.

Because he is studying alone, and for the study of flowers and plants, Zhu Su does not have many ancient books to refer to, so he is more like crossing the river by feeling the stones.

He is lonely by nature, and due to his identity, he cannot communicate with anyone easily.

When he was in the frontier, he was too obsessed with his work, which caused complaints from his wife and children.

Now when he heard his nephew say this, he took it seriously and immediately regarded his nephew as a fellow traveler.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Su began to talk about his research direction and the research results he had obtained so far.

Zhu Ying listened with boredom. The narration in classical Chinese made Zhu Ying a little drowsy.

He now senses that there is a certain generation gap between him and the current environment of the Ming Dynasty, especially in terms of classical Chinese.

Classical Chinese is more of an elegant form of writing. In fact, in daily communication, most people use vernacular Chinese.

The main popular trend is still in the top literary circles.

Due to physical reasons, Zhu Su could only study quietly since childhood. He was smart and studious, and was good at writing poetry.

This is a great literary figure who was able to write hundreds of "Yuan Gong Ci" poems. When it comes to his control of classical Chinese, Zhu Ying is not even on the same level as him.

Feng Sheng, who was standing by, was sharp-eyed and observed Zhu Ying's words and expressions and immediately discovered that Zhu Ying seemed to have some difficulty in listening to the text.

I reacted immediately.

His Royal Highness Chang Sun has been in opposition for ten years, and he has achieved such a level of scholarship, which is already amazing.

The information sent by His Majesty indicates that His Royal Highness Changsun was previously mainly in the Western Regions and other border areas of the Ming Dynasty.

In such a chaotic place, there is no chance for His Royal Highness Changsun to read poetry and books.

"Xun'er, speak in plain language." Feng Sheng interrupted and reminded directly.

Zhu Su was stunned for a moment before he reacted and quickly apologized.

Zhu Ying was also speechless. He had not been very interested in these flowers and plants to begin with, and he had almost finished talking about them, but after Feng Sheng reminded him, he probably had to say it again.

After this conversation, it was almost midnight, which is around nine o'clock in the evening.

At this point in the Ming Dynasty, if people don't go out for fun at night, it's time to go to bed.

However, seeing Zhu Su's excited eyes, Zhu Ying did not interrupt him after all, allowing Zhu Su to continue.

Zhu Su immediately switched to vernacular Chinese and began to talk about his views on flowers and plants.

However, Zhu Ying didn't feel much at first, but as he listened, his whole body couldn't help but sit up straight.

What is Zhu Su talking about?

What he is talking about now is the "Compendium of Materia Medica for Famine Relief" which he is preparing to compile and is extremely famous in later generations.

This is a flora that focuses on local plants and combines edible aspects with the main purpose of famine relief.

The leaves, roots and fruits of those plants are edible.

Its morphology, growing environment, processing and cooking methods, etc.

Even including breeding methods.

At the end, we talked about how to prevent and control plant pests and even some methods of eliminating pests.

At this time, Zhu Ying no longer had any impatience. His eyes were like light bulbs, staring at Zhu Su.

Wow, this is definitely a botanist.

With such rich knowledge of plants, if the research direction is slightly guided and turned to agriculture, one can become a top agronomist.

The reason why academic research is difficult is mainly due to the problem of direction. Many scholars do not know whether their research is correct.

But Zhu Ying knew.

In the previous exchange, Zhu Su even talked about the concept of herbicides, but the depth of the research was not enough.

This is a talent, definitely the most special talent in the Ming Dynasty at present.

The West has now entered the Renaissance. Although Zhu Ying had done well in the nine years of compulsory education, it was wishful thinking for him to develop a comprehensive range of basic subjects on his own.

It can guide the research direction of some special talents.

The idea of ​​setting up various research institutes was already in Zhu Ying's plan.

Looking at his nephew's extremely oppressive gaze, Zhu Su couldn't help but lean back slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He felt this kind of gaze more often from his father.

Zhu Ying noticed Zhu Su's action and quickly controlled his emotions. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that my fifth uncle has reached such a level. It's beyond my imagination."

"But." Zhu Ying changed the subject. He certainly knew that in communication, he had to take the dominant position.

"But what?" Zhu Su asked quickly.

"But Uncle Wu has not been to many places. Although our Ming Dynasty is vast and rich in resources, overseas countries are also rich in products."

"Uncle Wu, have you ever heard of crops that can produce a thousand kilograms per mu?" Zhu Yingwen said leisurely.

Zhu Su did not question it when he heard it. He was well versed in the matter and understood that although a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu sounded exaggerated, it was normal if it really happened.

He quickly asked, "My dear nephew, what do these crops that produce 1,000 kilograms per mu look like? Have you ever seen them?"

Zhu Ying smiled and said, "Not only have I seen it, I've also eaten quite a few of them."

Zhu Su said hurriedly, "Where are they? My nephew, do you have more of these crops? Take them out and show them to me."

Zhu Su had a deep impression during the time he stayed in Yunnan.

After all, the people there not only have no one to treat their illnesses, but they often go hungry.

When Zhu Su was confined to the capital by his father, he compiled the "Pocket Prescriptions".

The "Compendium of Materia Medica for Famine Relief" that he prepared later was also because he saw the situation of the victims starving to death everywhere, which was too horrible to look at, so he made up his mind to compile it.

Now, when he suddenly heard that his nephew had such a high-yield crop, he became a little excited.

Zhu Ying replied, "Don't worry, Uncle Wu. I came to the capital in a hurry and didn't bring the crops with me. But I had already notified someone to send them over earlier."

What Zhu Ying was talking about were potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn.

After these crops arrived in the Ming Dynasty, they were bound to have many problems with acclimatization, mainly involving reduced yields due to turning the seedlings.

But Zhu Ying had a feeling that Zhu Su in front of him might bring him a surprise.

In the conversation just now, the plants that Zhu Su talked about also included rice.

Zhu Ying couldn't help but think in his heart.

If Zhu Su knew the concept of hybrid rice, would it be possible for Ming Dynasty's agriculture to take off?