Song Beiyun

Song Beiyun's words amused the maids serving beside him, but Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Eat, eat, don't talk too much."

However, no matter whether it is for wound healing or milk feeding, eating this high-calorie and high-protein food does have the effect of promoting wound healing, but it doesn't sound too good to say.

When Song Beiyun was eating, Zhao Xing was also eating next to him. The emperor's food was actually the same. Oiled noodle rolls with vegetables and meat inside, and a big bowl of noodles with a bit of stewed meat on top. , plus some mouth-watering desserts, it is probably the emperor's meal.

There are not so many bells and whistles, and the daily breakfast, lunch, and dinner are not as luxurious and delicious as others imagine.Apart from special festivals and banquets, the food in the imperial palace is actually the same, otherwise Zhao Xing would not have suffered from gout just because he lived in Lianyungang for a while.

"Have some pig's trotters, I really can't eat it."

Zhao Xing was not too polite, he went up and grabbed a large piece of pig's trotter and half a crucian carp.

"Eat fish but don't eat. After eating fish, eat other things."

"I know, I know, I'm really a mother-in-law." Zhao Xing sat on the dragon chair and crossed his legs: "Why did you laugh when you said it just now?"

"I laugh that you look like a donkey pulling a mill when you are angry."

"Go away!"

Song Beiyun didn't care. He just poured a portion of gravy on the rice and stirred it while saying, "There is no way to do this. The only thing that can change their appearance is education."

"Don't you say ten years?"

"I'm bragging." Song Beiyun said as a matter of course: "It takes ten years to grow trees, and a hundred years to cultivate people. The great cause of education is based on a hundred years. The reason for saying ten years is to not discourage their enthusiasm, otherwise they will never see the end of their lives. No one has the energy to do it."

"That's true." Zhao Xing sighed, "I'm really sad."

"There's nothing to be sad about. Let me tell you, if you do some things, you may not be rewarded, but if you do some things, you will definitely get something. Education and scientific research happen to be something that you will gain if you do it. Although I want to It will take many years to realize the dream, but you will see the change, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently."

Zhao Xing leaned on the chair: "I really want to go to sea, I really want to live forever, I want to see this prosperous world."

"Get rid of this idea." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Don't make those expectations, do your job well and don't wishful thinking. External threats still exist, internal conflicts have not been resolved, and the country has not yet been unified. Why do you want to think about it?" I'm running."

Zhao Xing hissed him and threw his chopsticks: "I want to eat roasted lamb!"

"Eat."

"Forget it, forget it, it's not good to bother people." Zhao Xing patted his stomach: "I'm almost full."

And at this moment, the servant outside knocked on the door.

"Who? What's the matter?"

"Report to the officials that the advance team of the ocean-going fleet has entered Beijing and is resting."

"Shut up, tell them not to sleep!" Zhao Xing jumped three feet high: "Go, tell the dining room to prepare a banquet, and I will treat them to dinner tonight!"

Song Beiyun also struggled to sit up, but was pressed down by Zhao Xing: "You just lie down peacefully, and I'll just grab someone to report when I'm done eating."

"No, I'm more excited than you, how can I bear it for so long! I must go."

Song Beiyun couldn't stop struggling, but Zhao Xing smiled and clapped his hands: "Come here, watch out for Song Shaobao. Don't let him run around! No matter what, you can't leave this door."

"Zhao Xing!"

"For your own good, for your own good, I'm too excited to spurt blood again." Zhao Xing laughed and said, "I'll try something new for you."

Chapter 866: Sunny May 2, Ten Years

It is actually a great honor for the emperor to host the banquet in person, not to mention that they are tired of traveling, basically as long as they are not dead, they have to get up and go to the banquet.

Naturally, they couldn't go to the banquet empty-handed. They brought four large boxes, which were filled with handicrafts, gold and seeds.

Zhao Xing couldn't understand it, and they couldn't explain it clearly. After all, they were only responsible for transporting the first batch of results back to China. Those who did research only returned one. Although the food seeds in those boxes were all labeled with food, But what is what, they can't tell why.

In addition to food, there are also a lot of seeds of unknown use. Most of these seeds are wrapped in oiled paper, and some characteristics are recorded on them, but this alone cannot be used for identification.

So this dinner Zhao Xing ate a lot of claws and scratched his heart, and the most talked about during the whole process were "good, good, good" and "reward", and he couldn't explain anything else.

In the end, Zhao Xing hadn't tasted this rare thing, but his toes were almost digging out three rooms and one living room because of embarrassment.

But fortunately, they brought the record of experience written by Mr. Han, which includes the customs, diet, sacrifices, personality traits, appearance, clothing, etc. of the natives and Fans from all over the place, which Zhao Neng can understand clearly.

I have to say that this Mr. Han is really a talent. The record of his experience objectively records everything he has seen, and if it is just his experience, it is not a big deal. The key point is that he also wrote about everything he saw. The cultural characteristics and the way of getting along with each place, and even the pedigree of the language, any one of these things is a top boss, but Mr. Han is able to mix them and integrate them.

After the dinner, Zhao Xing brought the head of the advance team to Song Beiyun, and he also brought a copy of each seed, as well as the map introducing those seeds.

Of course, there is also a very special manuscript, on which there are only four words "Doubt of the Origin". Will care about why the bears in the fucking Northeast and the bears in the New World look so similar.

"Come on, show Song Shaobao the things."

Zhao Xing's bluff woke up Song Beiyun, who was in a daze after taking the medicine, and then saw him walk into the room, followed by several people carrying boxes.

Song Beiyun rubbed his misty eyes and sat up from the bed, put on a fur coat and walked slowly to the box with a cane in hand.

"What are you doing in a daze, open it."

Zhao Xing ordered the subordinates to open the box, and Zhao Xing took the stack of manuscripts from others, and said in a low voice, "Look at it first, I don't quite understand it."

"Well, it's normal." Song Beiyun sat next to him and opened the manuscript, which recorded the number and characteristics of each seed here in detail.

Although Song Beiyun felt pain all over his body when he moved a little, it didn't stop him from kneeling on the ground and leaning over while supporting the box to rummage in the big box.

It can be done by others, but he still thinks it is worthwhile to touch these treasures with his own hands.

However, because of his injuries, he was pulled up by Zhao Xing after he didn't writhe for a long time: "You sit quietly and let someone do the writhing for you to see!"

Song Beiyun's expression was calm, but his hands were trembling slightly, because he had seen a pack of chili seeds and a pack of corn seeds just now, and the corn seemed to be a variety preferred by the aborigines. If nothing unexpected , after three rounds of optimization, corn can be directly and widely planted.

And chili seeds can be directly used for breeding. As a person who eats spicy food very fiercely, Song Beiyun even tasted fried pork with chili peppers in his mouth.

"I'll call out the numbers." Song Beiyun held the pamphlet in one hand, pressed the other on the wound on his waist, and said palely, frowning, "075."

Just as Zhao Xing was about to bend down to look for it, Song Beiyun frowned: "Don't move, don't move, let them come, it's shameless for you emperor to crawl around in the box."

"Oh……"

The guard next to him covered his mouth and snickered, but Zhao Xing turned around and stared at them viciously, then stood aside.

The guard must have found the crop with number 75 inside and brought it to Song Beiyun.

According to the description in the brochure, Song Beiyun quickly figured out what it was, so he wrote the word "papaya" after 75.

"069, Peanut."

Song Beiyun can quickly write down the name of almost every kind of thing, and introduce its function and cultivation range while writing.

"Peanut is a cheap nut and one of the important sources of oil in the future. It can be planted in a wide range, and its yield is not low." Song Beiyun raised his head and said to Zhao Xing: "It is a very good economic crop."

After finishing speaking, he slapped his thigh: "Damn it, I forgot this is Jinling! Call the monk!"

Zhao Xing also slapped his head, the Great Agricultural God is in Jinling, wouldn't it be over if he was called here, naturally it is best to have a professional counterpart for this kind of thing.

Although it is very late now, when the imperial guards went to call the monk, the monk who had already fallen asleep heard that the seeds from the New World had arrived. He didn't even wear a cotton padded jacket, so he jumped out of the bed and killed himself in the palace wearing a single shirt. .

When he came over, his lips were purple from the cold. Seeing his appearance, Song Beiyun quickly asked someone to get a bowl of hot soup, and then asked someone to pass him a blanket.

"Official, Song Shaobao."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhao Xing sat next to him and pointed to the box: "Quickly count with Song Shaobao."

Wrapped in a blanket, the monk took a few mouthfuls of snot, with an expression of lewdness on his face when he saw a beautiful woman, wiped his hands on his trousers, and then dived into the box that was bigger than a person.

With a professional player, Song Beiyun's job is much easier. He only needs to say the name, and then roughly explain the purpose and planting range, and the monk can quickly classify it.

At daybreak, all the seeds are basically sorted, among which there are five kinds of seeds, namely potatoes, corn, peanuts, sunflowers and rubber.

"This can produce ten thousand catties per mu?" Zhao Xing asked curiously, holding the dusty potato in his hand, "I don't believe it."

Song Beiyun's abdominal bleeding was severe due to his relatively large range of movements. He was lying on his side and was being treated by the imperial doctor. After hearing Zhao Xing's words, although he was so painful that he was about to faint, he still struggled and said, "Try and breed." .”

"This may be a bit troublesome." The monk took a rubber tree seed that looked like a quail egg and sniffed it under his nose: "This kind of tree, which looks like a sumac tree, probably needs to be planted in a place with a normal temperature in all seasons, and it can't bear it if it's too cold. "

"Qiongzhou... Dongyang..." Song Beiyun said with trembling lips, "Corn, that corn..."

"Stop talking." After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he walked up to the monk and squatted down: "Monk, I ask you, I leave this thing to you, and it will produce results in a few years."

"It takes three years for one generation... There is no five generations that can't produce good seeds." The monk said with some embarrassment: "But it's not a big problem. The corn and potatoes have obviously been selected for planting. I can plant and breed at the same time. Today It will come out next year.”

"Okay!" Zhao Xing patted the table: "That's it, keep an eye on this matter, and don't leave tonight, go to court with me tomorrow morning. Scare those ignorant guys. "

The monk smiled and shook his head, then flipped through the booklet. When he saw the corn, he became a little suspicious: "The above is the yield calculated by the method of yield estimation. Take 5 points at random, and take 20 plants for each point. The yield per plant is obtained by dividing by 100 times the total yield. The yield per plant is about three or two catties. The above said that the natives planted one thousand and two plants per mu, but that is only four hundred catties, which is not a high-yield crop. "

Song Beiyun raised his hand and said with difficulty, "Chemical fertilizer..."

"Yes! Fertilizer and seedling spacing!"

Regardless of the emperor's presence, the monk got up and searched around, but in the end he directly pulled out the vermilion pen on the dragon case, and tore up a piece of paper from Zhao Xing.

"Hey...then..."

Zhao Xing stretched out his hand and yelled, but he stopped talking halfway through the yelling, and just leaned over to see the monk crawling on the cold ground and began to write and draw.

"It's too sparse, too sparse." The monk muttered while drawing, "These natives are reckless!"

Zhao Xing pointed curiously, and then asked, "Why do you say that?"

"One mu of land is planted with two thousand and two, and the per unit yield is three and two. This sparse... makes people uncomfortable, just like my minister's hair." The monk laughed loudly: "If it is handled properly, it can be planted with two thousand and five per mu, or even Three thousand plants, plus chemical fertilizers and breeding, can increase the single plant to about half a catty, and the yield per mu can be up to [-] catties! In addition, the weather and soil are different in different places. It’s a thousand catties. If you can continue to breed for a hundred years or even longer, I don’t think it’s a big problem to go up to [-].”

Zhao Xing gasped: "This is better than wheat and rice."

"Ah."

As he spoke, he opened the introduction of Tudou, the monk's eyes widened, his breathing was rapid, and his face was ruddy, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac.

"One thousand catties...one thousand catties! They are so blind that they can actually have a thousand catties!!! This thing is not easy to estimate, and I will talk about it after I plant it. If it is as Master Song said, the future yield per mu Wan Jinxu is really not a myth."

At this time, the monk has completely abandoned the mind that a monk should have. His eyes are red, like a beast that wants to eat people, and he scolds while flipping through the booklet. , but they are blind.

This situation lasted for a while before recovering. Because there were too many seeds, the monk simply wrapped the blanket around his body and would not sleep tonight!

This guy is definitely a fanatic of the Earth Temple, a monk who is usually as calm as water, but today he is like a demon.He didn't sleep, and he didn't let Song Beiyun sleep. He even wanted to drag Zhao Xing together if possible.

Thanks to Zhao Xing running fast...

But Song Beiyun couldn't run away, so he really chatted with the dog monk with his broken body and spent the whole night farming.

After discussion, they all agreed that many production estimates could not meet the expected standards, because the structure of cultivated soil in various places is different, and the topography is also different, but no matter what, it will definitely not be lower than the current production of any kind of food, especially potatoes. With a little management, the output of [-] or even higher can be achieved.

In this way, it is equivalent to increasing the food production by two or three times, and Song Beiyun said that potatoes do not need to be as fine as other food, and a little bit more extensive is fine, and you can just reclaim a piece of land and plant it.

"Peppers need to be planted too, they must be planted."

"There's no need to rush this."

"Urgent! Very urgent!" Song Beiyun sat up anxiously: "Do me a favor."

The monk pondered for a moment: "Master Song, about my [-] mu experimental field..."

"Approval! I will approve it for you!"

Song Beiyun got up and came to Zhao Xing's table, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote the contents of the lot, and then took the jade seal and stamped it.

"Ah..." The monk looked at Song Beiyun curiously: "Don't you need to tell the officials?"

"I said at that time, don't worry about it. You just plant these things."

While talking, the servant outside came and asked the monk to go to the hall with the box.

Only then did Song Beiyun realize that the sky outside had already brightened before he knew it, and he hadn't slept all night.

He didn't realize it at first, but after he realized it, he suddenly felt tired like never before. Then he saw the blood-stained bandages in the basket next to him, and then he realized that he was already a broken flower, and he suddenly felt tired. I was so tired that I couldn't even speak.

"You go, I'll sleep for a while."

After finishing speaking, he went directly to the side, regardless of whether it was the bedroom or the study room, and fell asleep in a drowsy state.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and found that the three provinces and six departments in the study room were all there...

They were discussing in low voices about those grains. The most important thing in the world is the grain issue, so what they have to do now is to use the power of the whole country to guarantee the trial planting of this batch of grains.

Seeing Song Beiyun wake up, Zhao Xing immediately coughed: "Song Shaobao, is your body still safe?"

Song Beiyun coughed twice, and said weakly, "Thanks to the grace of God, I will not die."

Zhao Xing fell silent on the spot when he heard the words "Thanks to the Holy Grace", because Song Beiyun is a yin and yang bastard... this dog is a yin and yang person.

"By the way, Song Shaobao. I have always had a question, why can you recognize those creatures at a glance? And you can also know their characteristics?"

Song Beiyun raised his head to look at Zhao Xing, and then looked at the house full of court officials, wishing he could punch him. His demeanor made it clear that when guests came to the house during the holidays, the parents said to their children, "Aren't you at school?" Have you learned a few songs, come on, sing one for Uncle X (Auntie)".

But how could Song Beiyun perform this show for them?Is it possible to tell them that I have traveled from the future, these things have long been rotten street things in that era, everyone knows that it is a matter of common sense.

But now the problem is that the emperor has asked, and this little face in front of outsiders still has to be given, so Song Beiyun can only open his mouth to make up.

"In the winter when I was four years old, it was snowing heavily. One day I was playing at the entrance of the village, and saw a man fell on the snow. I dragged him home and fed him hot water and some rice soup, and rescued him. And that night , the man told me 'You have a destiny with potatoes, corn, and peanuts, and you will meet each other one day'. I said, 'What is that?' The man laughed and said, 'There is rice like jade, a tall annual herb with erect stalks, regardless of Branches, tall, with aerial strut roots at base nodes. Leaf sheaths with transverse veins, leaves flat and broad...'"