Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

"Your Highness, the grain collected now has not been dried, and the wet weight has been calculated."

"How many?"

"Back to Your Highness, the yield of corn per mu is about 1200 kilograms, and a total of 246320 acres of land have been planted, totaling 2000 kilograms; the yield of sweet potatoes is about 120 kilograms per mu, and 253860 acres of land have been planted, totaling 1800 kilograms; the yield of potatoes is about 179260 kilograms per mu, and a total of [-] kilograms have been planted. One hundred acres, a total of [-] kilograms.”

This data is actually a bit low. Fertilizers and insecticides cannot keep up, and seeds are not superior enough.

However, the current rice production is only more than 360 kilograms per mu of land.

Now the yield of these grains per acre is one thousand kilograms, which is already super impressive.

The farmers were crazy about it.

Several old farmers knelt down to kiss the land and crops, muttering the words "God bless them".

Cen Mingche hesitated for a moment.

"Keep [-]% of the potatoes to make rations for them, keep [-]% of the corn and sweet potatoes, and the rest... I have to send them to disaster relief."

Zhuangtou was silent for a moment.

But when he figured out how much [-]% of sweet potatoes and corns were, and how much was [-]% of potatoes, he immediately knelt down to thank him.

This account must be settled clearly.

If rice and wheat are grown on the land, the yield per mu will be more than 360 kilograms. With 420 acres of land, 151200 kilograms of grain can be produced.

For this amount of food, the owner had to take away at least 75600% to [-]%, leaving only [-] kilograms in total.

Now, 49264% of the corn is [-] pounds.

50772% sweet potatoes, [-] pounds.

Ninety percent of potatoes, 161334 pounds.

A total of 261370 kilograms.

This amount lasted them several years of farming!

This year, everyone will have enough to eat!

Not to mention, the land came from the prince, the seeds came from the prince, and the planting methods came from the prince.

They are just contributing.

To be able to achieve this harvest is already remarkable compared to the previous gains with the same efforts.

"Let each family leave seeds. If there is any grain to be sold, I will also spend money to collect it here."

"Yes! Thank you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is so kind and kind!"

Improperly stored potatoes will sprout, become toxic, and are not suitable for disaster relief without treatment.

Corn and sweet potatoes are perfect.

Turning around, Cen Mingche wrote to the emperor that as a prince, he could not watch his own brother in danger without saving him, nor could he watch the people of the world in dire straits without help.

He is willing to prepare his own military rations and disaster relief rations and go to counter rebellion and provide disaster relief.

As soon as this statement came out, the whole court was in an uproar.

It’s amazing!

"May I ask His Highness King Yi, where did you get so much food?"

The Minister of Hubu stepped forward to question him aggressively.

"Could it be that His Highness King Yi has already started collecting grain? May I ask what your Highness's intentions are?!"

Emperor Qian's eyes were so deep that it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Cen Mingche was not afraid at all and took a step forward.

"Father, please read this document. The ins and outs of these grains are clearly explained in it."

Emperor Qian lowered his head and looked through the folder, his eyes twinkling.

Cen Mingche didn't write too much nonsense. He just explained the origins of sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes clearly, and also indicated the yield per mu.

"Look at it too."

With that said, Emperor Qian handed the document to the elder beside him.

Cen Mingche's excerpts were circulated among the important officials.

"Is there really such a kind of god?"

"A yield of one thousand catties per acre? How is that possible? What on earth is this?"

"Corn? Sweet potatoes? Potatoes? Why have you never heard of them?"

"Since King Yi has food, why did he stand by and watch the disaster before?"

Cen Mingche looked calm.

In addition to lying about how he discovered these crops, he told the truth about the yield per acre, and he naturally had no guilt.

"If you adults have any objections, you can naturally go to my farm and have a look. The newly harvested grains have not been dried yet, and the sweet potatoes are being sealed with mud. They are all fresh."

"As for why I didn't say it before..."

"Of course it's because these grains have just been harvested. I really didn't have any grain before, and I don't know if the high yield of these grains is true."

"Now that the results have been achieved, I will naturally report to my father as soon as possible to relieve my father's worries."

"It's just that my princess is going to give birth in the near future. I wonder if my father can give me two days of grace and wait for the princess to give birth so that I can see the child and then go to rescue the disaster?"

Kangjun Wang and his party looked at Cen Mingche with eyes that were almost poisonous.

The expressions of Prince An and his party were also very complicated.

Emperor Qian suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay! He is indeed a good son of his father!"

"Father, I promise you!"

"But you have to be faster."

"Yes, my son obeys the order!"

Two days later, Liu Qingyu launched.

Cen Mingche anxiously stood outside the delivery room.

To be honest, this is also his first child in his two lives.

He was still very anxious and looking forward to it.

Liu Qingyu's physique was good enough and she was young enough, but after all, it was her first child, so the birth was still very difficult.

From the start, after a whole day and night of tossing, this child finally landed.

A fat boy weighing six and a half pounds.

His little corn.

He is also the emperor's first direct grandson.

Emperor Qian Longyan Dayue personally named the little corn "Zhide".

This group of children are all of the "Zhi" generation.

"I can't help you pack your luggage in person, I can only let you do it yourself."

Liu Qingyu wiped her forehead and leaned on the pillow. She was obviously a little weak, but she still smiled.

Cen Mingche felt the long-lost heartache.

"What are you talking about? You are my great hero - without you, I wouldn't know what to do with many things."

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Qingyu knew what Cen Mingche meant before he opened his mouth.

"Understood, you have to bring food to provide disaster relief, right? You're leaving soon, right? Don't worry, I can take care of myself. You have to come back early."

She smiled sweetly.

"Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Cen Mingche also laughed.

"My dear, it's a pleasure to work with you."

He was actually a little confused. After all, the people summoned from the game system all looked so real, but they were 100% loyal to him.

This goes against human nature.

He didn't know why, but he could only attribute it to the system's cheat.

Soon, it was time for him to go to the rescue.

Although the Secretary of the Ministry of War wanted to give him a stumbling block, the Liguo Palace was not a vegetarian. He quickly ordered eight thousand elite soldiers and handed over all the powers to Cen Mingche. He also helped him ask Emperor Qian for the right to mobilize local troops. .

The army quickly set off, in a mighty and mighty manner, riding fast and furious all the way.

When they arrived at the city, Cen Mingche's second brother had been besieged for two months. Fortunately, there was plenty of food in the city and it was not yet time to run out of food.

In ancient times, it was so inconvenient, with inconvenient transportation and inconvenient communication, which could easily lead to the embarrassing situation of "the child died and you came to breastfeed".

The people who besieged the city were just a mob. The mountain king took a few brothers who were robbing houses and some local ruffians, and found two failed scholars to serve as military advisors, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to rebel.

Are you kidding me?

After all, Cen Mingche was a master of martial arts. He had superb martial arts skills and was familiar with the art of war. He treated these stragglers and generals as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

Of course, the most important thing is that he has food.

The people are like this, they will listen to whoever tells them to eat.

There is no such thing as "the princes, generals, and ministers will be happy", it is just a full meal so that the elderly and children at home will not starve to death, that's all.