inspire-indiana Chapter 219: From the beginning to the corn, see the rise and fall of dynasties
Chapter 219: From the beginning to the corn, see the rise and fall of dynasties
Bao Tai laughed and scratched his head: "This prince has little education and does not know much. I only think about the failure of the previous dynasty. Could it be that it was retribution for being too wasteful?"
After all, those who know know.
Although there were internal and external troubles during the Chongzhen period, it was not the point of complete national destruction. No one expected that the capital would be conquered by the scattered soldiers led by Li Zicheng, and no one expected that Wu Sangui would surrender to the Qing Dynasty out of anger.
The late emperor entered the capital smoothly, but was prepared to be driven back outside the Great Wall at any time. Wasn't it because he was afraid that he would have to return the bargain he had picked up sooner or later?
Baotai didn't say the rest of the words, but everyone in the hall should have understood.
One by one, they climbed up the ladder, arguing one after another, citing various scriptures to prove that the "Ming" Heaven is dead and the Qing Heaven should be established.
In just a few words, one can come to the conclusion that the Qing Dynasty's rule over the Central Plains was in compliance with Heaven's will and the people's wishes.
Hearing this, the Third Prince nodded repeatedly: Okay, okay, okay. He finally knew what to write in the next issue of the Qing Daily - looking at the rise and fall of dynasties from corn and potatoes, and discussing where the Mandate of Heaven lies.
Kangxi:......
He never dreamed that his nephew would give him such a big surprise before the show he had carefully prepared for a long time even started.
Let him just recall the glorious days of the Ming Dynasty with a sad face, and then think about the various court struggles and party struggles they were facing at a time of internal and external troubles.
They actually threw away such good things and missed the opportunity to turn the tide.
He swore that he and his descendants would remember the lesson, prevent it from happening again, and prevent the tragedy of the Ming Dynasty from happening again in the present and future Qing Dynasty, and he received thunderous applause.
Our emperor is wise! Long live the emperor! The shouts were like thunder.
Seeing this, Yinzhen's mouth twitched slightly: [May all the gods and Buddhas bless me, Kangxi father is a man of honor. He can remember the oath today and not let Kowloon fall into the same open and secret struggles as in history. Otherwise, history will repeat itself, and the Qing Dynasty will rise and fall, and in the end it will be worse than the Ming Dynasty.]
[At least Chongzhen, no matter how foolish he was, practiced the principle that the emperor guards the country and the emperor dies for the country. Unlike Puyi, he was not only scared away by two cannons, but also became a puppet of the Japanese in order to restore the country, bringing shame to his ancestors...]
Kangxi:! ! !
He clenched his teeth tightly, and the smile froze on his face.
Compared with Chongzhen, so, that Puyi is the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty?
Well, that’s great!
cough cough.
The prince saw that his father was on the verge of going berserk again, so he coughed and interrupted, "When Baotai presented corn, potatoes, etc., I didn't think much of it, and even thought Khan Ama was making a fuss."
"Now it seems that old ginger is indeed wise. Thanks to you, Khan Ama, for sticking to the end, otherwise, I don't know when Jiahe and others like us will be truly taken seriously."
Yinxu knows the answer to this question!
[These things were gradually promoted around the time of Emperor Qianlong. Although they were not included in taxes, they were not promoted to a high degree, but they also made a lot of contributions to feeding 300 million people. Some Qing haters even said that the Qing Dynasty was a civilization supported by corn and potatoes.]
The prince smiled bitterly inwardly as he looked at Kangxi's face which had turned gloomy again. He really wanted to ask, "Do you really have to complain about this?"
But there is no answer to this question, no answer at all.
The most he could do was interrupt the kid and try to get his attention so that he wouldn't let his thoughts run wild. On such a beautiful day, Khan Ama was so angry that he looked like he was going to die at any moment.
For this reason, Yinxuan was assigned a lot of work for the first time.
For example, pulling out potato seedlings.
For example, just like picking rice ears, pick up the potatoes and sweet potatoes scattered on the ground, and try to harvest every grain.
Each of them may seem easy, but if you do them for a long time, you will be so tired that you won't even be able to straighten your back.
How can I have the energy to complain in my heart?
He just hoped that the sun would set earlier so that he could finish his work quickly and keep his appointment with Master Zhou in time.
Under the effect of provocation, Yinzhen worked extremely hard, and after a short while he was exhausted and out of breath, without even the strength to lift his legs.
He no longer had the heart to complain or compare, and now he just looked cute with big eyes: [Ama, my son’s most beloved Ama! Please speak up and let your son take a rest~]
[Otherwise, the little prince will become a dead prince. It is unknown whether the Qing Dynasty will suffer any losses, but you are destined to lose a happy pill!]
Kangxi:......
From the time he ascended the throne at the age of eight until now, he has never seen a little prince with such a thick skin.
But I have to say, his threat was very effective.
Putting aside the fact that the little Eighteenth was one of the great Qing auxiliary stars, Kangxi was both happy and sad every day because of having such a little guy around him making jokes all day long.
If he were to go back to his old straight-laced way of getting along with his sons in a respectful but not close way...
Kangxi just thought about it and felt full of resistance in his heart.
He was so scared that he had to hold back his complaints and raised his hand to touch the little guy's head: "Khan Ama knows that our little Eighteen is working for the country and the people and is eager to do his best for the Qing Dynasty."
"But you are still young and growing, so don't overwork yourself. Otherwise, if you get too tired, your father will be so distressed!"
"But..." Yinzhen hesitated, looking at the fields, where the old officials in their seventies were still working hard. He was in his twilight years, so he should contribute his own strength to the development of agriculture in the Qing Dynasty.
Kangxi interrupted him directly: "There is nothing wrong with it. I have given you a golden order to go and rest. You should go and rest quickly. Don't commit the crime of deceiving the emperor!"
Hahaha.
The Fourth Prince was very happy: "Eighteenth brother, go and have a rest, don't commit the crime of 'deceiving the emperor'."
As soon as he started, Thirteen hurriedly followed. The other princes vied with each other to persuade him, and Yinzhen had no choice but to follow suit.
He trotted to the edge of the field, sat on the mahogany official hat chair, ate iced yogurt, and admired the scene of his father Kangxi, his brothers, and the civil and military officials sweating profusely in the fields.
With unity, the honest old farmers were pushed aside and had no room to display their talents.
When it came to the final stage of weighing to determine the yield per mu, the civil and military officials competed openly and secretly to be witnesses of this miracle.
Various verbal and physical fights were held for this purpose.
In the end, even the purely physical work of lifting the weighing pole was snatched away again and again.
As soon as the news that the potato yield per mu was 4,587 kilograms came out, the whole scene suddenly fell silent.
Even Yin Xuan's eyes widened: "Oh my god, this output is not far from that of a few hundred years later, right?"
Everyone subconsciously rubbed their ears, seriously suspecting that they had heard it wrong. After confirming that they had heard it correctly and that it was indeed the number, the whole crowd was boiling.
The yield per mu is 4,587 kilograms!
If this output can be maintained, there will be no starving people in the world.
Every household must have surplus food and every family must have enough food and clothing.
Why are you still hesitating?
All kinds of things!