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Xiao Jie smiled slightly and said eloquently: "We Han people have a saying, 'Food is the most important thing for the people'. In fact, this saying is also applicable to Hu people, although in the eyes of us Han people, Hu people plunder our Han people. , behavior is no different from that of animals, but they are still human after all, since they are human, they have to eat if they want to survive."

"In the final analysis, no matter whether they are killing each other for the sake of competing for water and grass, or going south to plunder our Han people due to lack of food in winter, they are essentially just trying to feed themselves, their wives and children."

If there were other people present, even if Xiao Jie was the king of Qi, they would have to criticize Xiao Jie verbally and in writing. After all, Xiao Jie's words were somewhat deviant. The evil deeds of murder, arson, and looting in the Central Plains are attributed to the fact that the Hu people need to eat a full meal, so how can those souls who died under the iron hooves and machetes of the Hu people rest in peace.

But Xiao Ji didn't speak, let alone interrupt Xiao Jie. He just looked at his son quietly, but his brows furrowed deeper. He didn't know if he was savoring Xiao Jie's words in his heart.

Seeing that his father was not angry, Xiao Jie felt hesitant, and continued, "Since we know that the root of Hu people's enthusiasm for looting lies in eating, then we only need to prescribe the right medicine to solve the problem of most Hu people eating, and the trouble will naturally be solved."

"Then you are talking about how to solve the food problem of the Hu people. You must know that there are still many people in our Central Plains who do not have enough to eat every day. How can there be extra food to feed these Dihu people?" Xiao Ji frowned. The son asked the crux of the problem.

"As the saying goes, 'It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish'. Not to mention that the people in the Central Plains are not rich in food now. People learn to farm by themselves, so that they can be self-sufficient without plundering others. In this way, they also change their production methods, so that they gradually wear away their aggressiveness for competing for water plants, and they become law-abiding from then on. "

Although his son spoke eloquently, a look of disappointment still flashed across Xiao Ji's face: "Your idea is very good, but unfortunately you should also know that the weather in Mobei is cold and the land is barren, so it is not suitable for farming at all. Get food."

But Xiao Jie smiled: "Father, Mobei just can't grow rice and wheat, but it's not that it can't grow other grains."

Xiao Ji couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, the food in the world is nothing more than five grains, if Mobei can't even grow rice and wheat, what food crops can be grown...

Suddenly, Xiao Ji seemed to have thought of something, and blurted out: "Are you talking about the new crops grown on the farm under your name?"

Xiao Jie nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, father, there is a new crop called potatoes in my son's farm. It is not only cold-resistant but also drought-resistant. It can be widely planted in Mobei... Father might as well think about it. Food can be grown, and all problems can be solved.”

Xiao Ji's eyes lit up when he heard the words, of course he could understand Xiao Jie's implication, if the desert could really grow food, it would not only make the Hu people no longer live as nomads, but they would settle down and learn how the Han people lived every day. The fields are cultivated intensively, and there is no need to run around and plunder to fill the stomach, and it is difficult to trouble the north.Moreover, the imperial court can also migrate a large number of Han people to Mobei, live together with the Hu people, and blend with each other. Within a hundred years, there will be no distinction between Han and Hu in Mobei.

When the time is ripe in the future, the imperial court can completely set up counties in Mobei, and divide the entire Mobei into the territory of Daning. A large area of ​​territory can be added without bloodshed, which is enough to be a merit for all generations.

Although Mobei is cold, the land is so vast, and many people in the Central Plains do not have a few acres of Susukida in their homes. If they know that migrating to Mobei can obtain a large amount of land that grows food, there is no need for the imperial court to encourage them. Who would not rush to the north.

"But Mobei is so bitterly cold, and the land is so barren, is it really possible to grow these potatoes?" Xiao Ji became more and more enthusiastic, but when he thought that all his hopes were pinned on this unheard of and unseen potato, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Xiao Jie laughed secretly in his heart. Of course he knew that the main potato-producing areas in later generations of China were Inner Mongolia and Northeast China. Even Outer Mongolia had potatoes as the staple food for three meals a day, and even colder Siberia could grow cherry-blossom-flavored potatoes.

However, he also understood his father's concerns about unknown things, so he couldn't help but smiled and comforted: "Father, don't worry, the person I sent to the west told my son that the coldness in the west is not worse than that in Mobei, but since there The land can grow potatoes, so there is no problem if you want to come to Mobei."

Then Xiao Jie thought of something else, and continued to add: "Take a step back, even if potatoes can't be grown in Mobei, potatoes grown in the Central Plains can still produce high yields, and there are also many mineral deposits in the desert. Once Heliantao is defeated, a large number of Hu people can be recruited to mine minerals for the imperial court, and we can exchange them with potatoes produced in the Central Plains."

Xiao Ji finally let go of his heart when he heard the words, but then he thought that the key to the problem seemed to be inseparable from the high yield of potatoes, so he couldn't help asking: "When will the potatoes you planted be harvested? Is it really as good as you said? as productive as it is.”

Xiao Jie thought about it. He was a southerner in his previous life, and he never grew potatoes at home. However, in his impression, potatoes can be harvested twice a year, and they should be harvested in the middle of the year.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jie could only vaguely say: "Jiudi is in charge of the potatoes. He knows better than Erchen when they will be harvested, but generally speaking, they can be harvested in June and July."

As soon as he mentioned himself as the ninth son, Xiao Ji couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in his heart. A few days ago, he saw Xiao Jue who entered the palace to greet his mother and concubine in the imperial garden, and he almost didn't recognize that the tanned person in front of him was himself. Son, I heard that he has always lived and ate with the farmers, insisted on going to the fields every day, just to complete the tasks entrusted by Xiao Jie, this persistence and persistence moved Xiao Ji a little.

"When the potato can be harvested, you must send someone into the palace to inform me. I must see with my own eyes whether this new crop from the West is really so productive." Xiao Ji couldn't help reminding after feeling so emotional.

Xiao Jie nodded heavily, originally wanted to talk about Wu Ji's marriage, but think about the feudal tradition of the order of his parents and the words of matchmakers. Talking about it is counterproductive, so I can't help but stop talking, and think of other ways.

Xiao Ji didn't notice his son's hesitation to speak, but asked Xiao Jie to go back to Qinzheng Hall first, and he would arrive later.