A good woman can't cook without rice. What was missing in the Ming Dynasty? What was missing was no money to fight, and what was lacking was no food to feed the hungry people in the world.

During the Little Ice River period, even in Jiangnan, the hometown of fish and rice, there were significant reductions in grain production. Not to mention those disaster areas, even so, the imperial village actually made great harvests.

Is Chongzhen unhappy? He is very happy. He is just about to jump up.

Chongzhen, who had always been calm, rarely left the dragon throne excitedly and walked back and forth in the hall. Surprise was written on his face.

Zhu Cilang also breathed a sigh of relief. If this continues, the food crisis will eventually be resolved slowly. Food is more important to money.

Looking at the excited and inexplicable Master Long Live, Liu Laifu knelt on the ground and said boldly: "Long Live Master Long Live, there is one more thing I want to apologize for."

Chongzhen stopped in shock and looked at him in confusion: "Apologize?"

Liu Laifu kowtowed: "I deserve to die. I made a mistake in the previous calculation. There are nearly 2 million kilograms of corn that have not been put into the warehouse."

If corn has not been put into the warehouse, it means it is still exposed to the sun in the open air. If it rains heavily, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Chongzhen frowned: "Why didn't you enter the warehouse?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that this corn would be so high-yield. The granary prepared in the imperial village has long been in full swing. The new granary has not yet been built, so more than 2 million kilograms of corn have not been put into the warehouse."

Chongzhen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, with a smile on his face: "I forgive you for being innocent. Liu Laifu, if you do your best to the imperial village, I will be rewarded with great rewards. As for the corn that has not been entered into the warehouse, I will send people to take them all to the capital to the warehouse."

Zhu Cilang couldn't help but secretly kick Liu Laifu. Is this kind of thing necessary to apologize? You idiot. You won't change your expression, it's like a dog.

Liu Laifu really didn't understand the way of being an official, and he had 25 kilograms of grain that had not been put into the warehouse. If he had other officials, he would not only not apologize for guilt, but instead would seek credit. They would tell Chongzhen: I have prepared a granary for 5 million kilograms of grain to be put into warehouses. Who knew that the Holy Emperor would be blessed by the Heavenly Emperor, and we would have a full 2 ​​million kilograms of grain this year, and the warehouse could not hold it. This shows that the Holy Emperor was blessed by God and I will have a bumper harvest in the Ming Dynasty.

In this way, Chongzhen would definitely be very happy.

But Liu Laifu didn't. He actually apologized for the first time. It was because he was not prepared enough, which led to a situation where there was too much food and could not be stored in the warehouse.

In short, Chongzhen was happy. The high yield of corn made the granary in the capital prosperous. Next, he sent people to transport all the excess grain back to the granary in the capital for storage.

Zhu Cilang was also happy, and finally did not work in vain. These high-yield grain crops finally received the support and trust of my father. The high-yield imperial villages, which are so popular among the people, can finally solve the people's urgent needs.

"Liu Banban, I ask you, how much sweet potato production is?"

Liu Laifu turned his head: "Your Highness is right, you will have about one month to harvest sweet potatoes. At present, their output is immeasurable."

Zhu Cilang kicked him hatefully: "You king, you dog, what is the incalculable amount? I want an approximate number."

Emperor Chongzhen coughed lightly and glared at Zhu Cixuan fiercely. This rebellious son floated again. He had no rules and etiquette in the palace, and was as vulgar as a barbarian.

This is Chongzhen. Whether it is an emperor or a prince, your words and deeds must be restricted. The emperor cannot laugh, cannot be frivolous, and cannot be unreasonable. He must also walk with rules, and he must pay attention to etiquette when standing and sitting. Otherwise, there will be eunuchs who will whisper to remind him.

Therefore, being an emperor is not a pleasant thing. There are many rules when maintaining the ritual of being a king.

Unless you meet a more wanton emperor, such as Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao, this guy is just doing what he wants and no one can control him.

But Chongzhen was not good. Chongzhen was a person who paid great attention to his words and deeds. Zhu Cilang was a lot of casual. If it weren't for the harvest of the imperial farm this time, Chongzhen would have to blame him a few more words.

Liu Laifu felt a little aggrieved: "If you go back to Your Highness, the yield of sweet potatoes is really uncountable. Like corn, many sweet potatoes have been brought from the southern parts. Many villagers in the imperial villages have opened up land and planted them by themselves. Anyway, there are a lot of them anyway."

Zhu Cixuan was still waiting to be scolded, but after seeing Chongzhen's murderous gaze, he took it back. He just glared at Liu Laifu. This dog was simply a pig's brain.

Fortunately, the sweet potatoes are ripe early, and there is still about a month left. At that time, Liu Laifu will report it.

Tens of thousands of civilians were used in the imperial village to dig a lot of cellars to store sweet potatoes. High-yield crops such as sweet potatoes have more abnormal yields than corn. Zhu Cilang believed that there would be a good harvest.

People have good fortune and good fortune every day, and the moon has its own phases. There is no smooth sailing in the world. It seems that the Ming Dynasty is getting better and better, but Zhu Cilang still underestimated the changes in this era.

A few days later, bad news came one after another. This gave Chongzhen a blow to him, who was immersed in joy.

There were severe droughts in the northern Zhili, Tianjin Wei, Hejian Prefecture, Jinan Prefecture and even Qingzhou Prefecture, Laizhou Prefecture and other places, with thousands of miles of naked land and frequent locust plagues.

Especially the locust plague, which covers the sky and the sun. The drier it is, the more this insect increases like an exponential explosion, and no grass grows wherever the locusts go.

These locusts ate all the crops and plants, making the people displaced and miserable.

Although the people also organized self-rescue, such as feeding on locusts, the army of locusts that covered the sky and the sun were still unable to eradicate them by the people's efforts.

Locusts are like thieves everywhere, extinguishing one place, and then bursting out in another place in an instant. Especially in Tianjin Wei and other places, they are deeply affected.

In addition, there is drought and no water. The hot summer has made the crops dying. Without the grain harvest, the people will not even have to pay taxes.

A large number of refugees gathered, but fortunately, the governments in various places were quite powerful. Opening warehouses and releasing grain to resettle the people, even so, is still a drop in the bucket.

The refugees took their families and began to beg for the capital.

This caused panic in the court. Many ministers suggested closing the gates of counties around the capital and prohibiting refugees from influx. At the same time, strengthen the defense of the capital and not allow refugees to enter the capital, so as not to cause chaos.

Emperor Chongzhen was anxious and just a few days later, he encountered this incident. For him, this emperor was really tragic.

"Long lively, I heard that the harvest of this imperial village is good. If it really doesn't work, I can only take out the food from the imperial village and temporarily provide relief to the victims." In the morning court, Zhu Chunchen, Duke Chengguo, stood up and suggested.

His proposal immediately resonated with the ministers. Isn’t the imperial village a bumper harvest? Is it a good harvest? Is it a food to provide disaster relief?

Chongzhen was in a lot of difficulties. These grains were used as seeds. They must not be moved unless they had to.
Chapter completed!