Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was so choked by King Fu that his face turned red, but he didn't dare to blush with him. Who doesn't know that King Fu is your Majesty's most beloved brother? Even if they were all wrong, King Fu couldn't be wrong. Even if King Fu made a mistake, it would still be wrong. Just a light sentence of punishment was over.

Seeing such a rebuke from Prince Fu, the Minister of Civil Affairs looked anxious, angry and helpless.

King Fu sneered, turned around in a circle, everyone looked over, and finally said: "I brought this person into the palace. If you have any objections, please come to me."

Even if I borrow ten of you's courage, huh?

King Fu snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

There was silence in the hall for a few seconds, and someone said: "Your Majesty, even Prince Fu should not ignore the laws of this dynasty."

Someone took the lead, and others quickly followed: "Yeah, yeah."

Wen Xiuyi lowered his head at this moment, knowing that it was not yet time for him to speak.

King Fu laughed angrily at them all.

But not everyone wants to go against the emperor. Even if someone stood up and said: "My lords, this is wrong. Although the law of this dynasty stipulates that officials of seventh rank and below are not allowed to enter the palace without being summoned, it also says that if there is People with great merit can certainly go to the palace. The prince also said just now that Mr. Wen has made great achievements in planting new grains, so why can't he go to this palace?"

Immediately, a group of people followed and saluted: "I and others also think it is okay."

The emperor has long been accustomed to them fighting for each other. This is something the emperor is happy to see happen. After all, he needs to be restrained at all times.

The emperor nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.

Prince Fu continued to point at the opposing ministers and said: "If any of you can grow millions of kilograms of grain in one year, oh, it's not the whole country, it's a county, a county!!! Do you understand? One County! I will give him the position of King Fu immediately."

hiss!

As soon as King Fu's words came out, the hall fell into silence, and many people made low gasps.

Millions of kilograms of grain for one county? How can this be.

The emperor almost couldn't hold back his laughter. This brother's pain was really not in vain. Of course, he couldn't really give the position of Prince Fu to someone else. After all, no one was his biological brother.

But the emperor still cooperated: "Prince Fu, is what you said true?"

Prince Fu saluted the emperor: "Your Majesty will send someone to check if it is true or false. Your Majesty, why don't you ask Master Wen, how much is the output of Yunwu Town this year?"

The emperor looked directly at Wen Xiuyi and asked, "Wen Aiqing, tell me."

"Yes." Wen Xiuyi saluted, and then replied: "Back to Your Majesty, there are three new grains, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn. The corn has not yet been harvested, and the yield is temporarily unknown. However, the harvest of sweet potatoes and potatoes in the first half of this year is 1,820,000 catties. In addition, the rice planting researched by the minister has yielded a very fruitful harvest. This is the rice yield record, and I would like to ask your Majesty to take a look at it."

After Wen Xiuyi finished speaking, he took out a written note from his arms and raised his hands above his head.

"Quickly, bring it up." The emperor looked excited and could hardly sit still. Even if it was mentioned again, he could not help but be excited.

When the ministers heard what Wen Xiuyi said about a harvest of 1.82 million catties in half a year, everyone fell silent, whether they were opposed or supportive, they were all silent at this moment.

The silence was followed by excitement, led by the generals and many elderly ministers.

Someone couldn't help but ask Wen Xiuyi.

"Is what Mr. Wen said true? Is it true that the output in half a year is 1.82 million catties?"

Wen Xiuyi glanced at the old minister who was asking the question. He was now full of white hair and old but full of energy. His eyes looking at him were full of excitement.

Prince Fu whispered in his ear: "This man is a great scholar of Diange, Mr. Chenge, a veteran of three dynasties."

Wen Xiuyi nodded: "I dare not say nonsense. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to Yunwu Town to check."

Mr. Chen Ge stumbled and almost lost his balance. Then he walked out quickly, knelt on the ground and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, this is my Annan's blessing, Annan's blessing."

The emperor had already finished reading the excerpt and glanced at Mr. Chen Ge. Since Mr. Chen Ge had come forward, he just took this opportunity to get a reward for Wen Xiuyi, so as to save these people from being gibbering.

Immediately, the emperor handed the fold in his hand to the eunuch beside him and ordered: "Show the fold to Mr. Chen Ge and all the ministers."

The eunuch took the fold and handed it to Mr. Chen Ge who was kneeling on the ground first.

Chen Ge opened it. The more he looked at it, the more frightened and excited he became. His hands could not stop shaking. The emperor was afraid that the old man would burp in excitement in the hall, so he quickly winked at his younger brother.

King Fu hurriedly walked over to help the person up, and said comfortingly: "Mr. Ge, please don't get excited, calm down, calm down."

Elder Chen Ge looked at Prince Fu with trembling eyes and disbelief, and then at the emperor, who nodded to him.

Chen Ge's pupils shrank and the emperor nodded, which meant that these data had been verified by the emperor.

"I can bear it." After Mr. Chen Ge calmed down, he pushed Prince Fu's hand away and looked at Wen Xiuyi.

Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Lao Ge, who was already in his seventies, knelt down to Wen Xiuyi.

"Master Wen, please accept my bow."

How could Wen Xiuyi dare to endure it? He quickly got up and ran over to drag him down, preventing Mr. Chen Ge's knees from falling to the ground.

"Lord Pavilion, I can't bear this. Please get up."

Elder Chen Ge held the fold in one hand and cried bitterly: "I can bear it, I can bear it. Lord Wen has relieved me of Annan's troubles."

This scene confused everyone else.

King Fu took the opportunity to whisper in Mr. Chen Ge's ear and reminded him: "Mr. Ge, can we not be excited for now? There are still many people who want to cause trouble."

Chen Ge paused and his expression instantly became serious.

He stood up without anyone's help, his eyes darkened, he raised the folding paper in his hand, and said coldly: "In addition to the new grain, the rice grown by Mr. Wen has an yield of 400 per acre. Thirty-six kilograms, No. 2 rice seed yields 507 kilograms per mu, No. 3 rice seed yields 714 kilograms per mu, No. 4 rice seed..."

When Mr. Chen Ge said this, he stopped and successfully saw everyone's expressions change.

Rice yield has always been the biggest problem in Annan. The yield is not high, the amount of land owned by the people is small, the yield of rice grown is uneven, and most of the good land is in the hands of the rich or dignitaries.

The people are already in a difficult situation. After a year of hard work, the harvest is not much, and they still have to pay taxes. What is left is just enough to make ends meet.

I thought it would be a surprise to have new grains that could improve people's lives, but I didn't expect a bigger surprise to come.

Finally, Mr. Chen Ge spoke out the last string of numbers.

"The No. 4 rice seed has a yield of 980 kilograms per mu."