The domestic guard is a little sweet

After all, she was born in the palace. Although she is a maidservant, she will be considered as a member of the palace if she is sent to marry by the palace in the future.

Her mother's family is backed by a big tree, so her waist is naturally straight in her husband's house. These maids are sent to marry in a grand manner by the palace. Whether they marry the guards in the palace or ordinary people outside, everyone has to sell the palace for a few cents. face.

Not to mention that although these maidservants cannot serve Zhao Jin closely, but after all, the maidservants in the mansion will marry and have babies in the future, and they can return to the palace to continue serving the master. After all, the huge palace still needs some servants and maidservants.

Zhao Jin is not stingy either, these women are the personal servants of the original owner after all.

He specially ordered the steward to prepare a pair of silver bracelets, a silver hairpin, cloth, furniture, etc. and some silver as a dowry.

Although these maids and maids who serve with them are big-hearted and want to climb the dragon and become the phoenix, most of them come from hard backgrounds, and they have no choice but to enter the work of serving people.

Hearing what Zhao Jin said, he immediately found a good husband for himself, and lived a peaceful and stable life. Now it is very dignified to marry from the palace.

Zhao Jin came back to the Hot Spring Villa this time because he wanted to hide from the people who kept coming to visit, and because he wanted to harvest a large number of sweet potatoes. Although the spring planting season was delayed for a while, with the blessing of beneficial fertilizers, These sweet potatoes are growing well.

Zhao Jin took An Shier and the eunuchs and servants around him, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and headed for the field.

The leaves of the wide sweet potato seedlings in the field are slightly withered and yellowed, which is a sign of the maturity of the sweet potato. Zhao Jin came to the field in person, and the long-term workers on the farm looked sideways.

Butler Liu was afraid that these people would offend Zhao Jin, so he hurried forward with the manager of the villa and yelled loudly: "Hurry up! Work according to the area that was drawn before, and the whole family will work together. Whoever collects the sweet potatoes and weighs them can rest."

Everyone cheered and jumped for joy, and tried their best to pull the sweet potatoes.

Zhao Jin took Dark Twelve and chose a well-growing sweet potato field, rolled up his sleeves, and tried to pull it out.

However, Zhao Jin was weak, and it was only a little loose when he pulled it out. Who knew that the sweet potato seedlings were more fragile, and they broke under the force. With a bang, Zhao Jin sat on the ground and looked at the broken sweet potato seedlings speechlessly. Blink and blink.

On the other end, the tail of the sweet potato is exposed, and it looks red, but the sweet potato shyly refuses to come out of the field.

Fortunately, the ground is soft.Did not feel pain.

This made Zhao Jin furious, puffing his cheeks, and going forward to pull it out again.

An Shier beside him tried his best to hold back his laughter, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Jin up, and patted the dust off his body.

"Master, be careful, or I will come."

Zhao Jin held his head high, and looked at the half-cut sweet potato seedlings left on the ground with dissatisfaction.

"No, sir! I don't believe I can't deal with this little sweet potato."

He put on his horse stance, rolled up his sleeves, took two mouthfuls, and pulled out the sweet potato seedlings vigorously, only to see a bunch of red-skinned sweet potatoes the size of an adult's fist were pulled out.

ah!So much!

Zhao Jin smiled in surprise and rolled his eyes. He looked closely at the round sweet potato with a red surface, which looked very cute. He waved to An Twelve beside him: "Come on, use a pickaxe to plan this, there should be some goods down here."

An Twelve nodded, picked up the iron pick next to him and waved it carefully, trying not to hurt the sweet potatoes in the ground, and scraped the soil a few times, revealing the red and round sweet potatoes inside.

Under this seedling, there were seven or eight sweet potatoes the size of a fist, and some smaller sweet potato balls the size of a baby's fist.

This is obviously a bumper harvest, Zhao Jin smiled and went forward, picked up the sweet potatoes he dug out, and happily ran to the edge of the field, wanting to weigh them.

"Master, be careful where you step, and be careful not to fall."

An Shier threw the agricultural tools to the long-term worker next to him, and followed Zhao Jin carefully to remind him to pay attention to his feet.

Zhao Jin didn't care about being dirty at the moment, he quickly put the sweet potato in his arms on the weighing plate, and cried out in surprise after measuring it.

"This one seedling weighs 4 catties and 5 taels. It's incredible."

The people who weighed beside him were also old farmers. It was a pleasant surprise to see how much grain had been harvested from this seedling. He sighed again and again: "It is the erudite prince who let Zhuangzi get this thing called sweet potato. I didn't expect the yield to be so good, and it was actually another bumper harvest year, ah, it's really thanks to the prince."

After all, Zhao Jin was a little weaker, and he was a little tired after running all the way.

He didn't dislike it either, he sat down on the edge of the field and picked a sweet potato as thick as an arm, wiped it on his body, and broke it hard.

There was only a click, and the sweet potato broke off, revealing the white flesh inside.

Zhao Jin casually handed half of it to Dark Twelve who came over. He picked a piece without skin and took a bite of the raw sweet potato, which had a slightly earthy smell, but it was more sweet and crisp, with a special flavor.

This ancient sweet potato has not been affected by modern fertilizers, and it is the sweetest. Even if it is raw sweet potato, it tastes good.

"That's right, it's quite sweet. When I go back today, I can roast sweet potatoes, steam sweet potatoes, shredded sweet potatoes, and then serve a basket of sweet potato glutinous rice cakes, hehe"

An Twelve sat next to Zhao Jin and wiped the sweet potato in his hands. After peeling off the red skin, he took a bite of the white flesh inside. The taste was sweet and he smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

"Well, let the cook make it for Grandpa to eat."

The two looked at the busy people in the fields, and everyone was smiling. A bumper harvest means that everyone can have enough food, that the elderly and children at home can also live well, and that life has hope.

Everyone seemed to have inexhaustible strength to pull out all the sweet potatoes in the field.

The men carefully used iron picks to dunk the sweet potatoes out of the soil.

The children and old people behind them carefully used the small shovels in their hands to dig out the sweet potato balls left in the soil, and their faces were full of joy of harvest.

When the final scale was weighed, the land per mu reached 470 catties. Everyone cheered and cheered. You must know that in ancient times, when the yield per mu was about 200 catties, it was considered a bumper harvest, more than 400 catties was really amazing.

Steward Liu saw that the numbers reported below were a bit unbelievable. He was afraid that everyone would cheat and make the prince happy, so he personally watched the people on the scale and re-weighed them. Only then was he sure that the numbers were reported to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin nodded in satisfaction when he saw that the yield per mu was more than 400 catties, which was similar to what he expected. This year's spring planting was delayed, and the fertilizer used was relatively rough, more than 400 catties, and there was still room for improvement.

"That's right. The sweet potatoes that everyone sows in the village are distributed to each household. Everyone steams and cooks them for sweets. Don't move the sweet potatoes in the three-acre field that was set aside behind the villa. Grandpa will take mu Report to the emperor's brother."

Director Liu was very happy at the moment, seeing his prince's calm appearance, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, it was my father who was hiding his secrets, and his emotions and anger were invisible. Hearing what Zhao Jin said, he was also a shrewd person and immediately reacted in his heart, and said quickly: "Don't worry, my master, the three acres of land behind the villa, the slaves deliberately Order someone to dig it out, order the line to weigh it, and now it is stored in the warehouse, and the guards will be able to see it."

Zhao Jin nodded: "Those Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing also ordered people to grow sweet potatoes, and you send someone to harvest them. The long-term servants on the Zhuangzi can eat them, but remember not to sell them to outsiders. They should be stored in the cellar properly, and they will be useful in the future." .”

Manager Liu hastily bowed with a serious face.

"Yes, master, don't worry, the servant knows."

Zhao Jin waved his hand, and Manager Liu bowed and left.

According to the law, Daqi paid only [-]% of the land property in the hands of the clan nobles, so when Zhao Jin harvested it, he immediately sent someone to pay the tax and food properly.

The rest will be divided into [-]% for the long-term farmers in the village.

Of course, Zhao Jin is all distributed according to his work. As much sweet land as each household planted, they will naturally be able to harvest as much food, and after the announcement is made, in the villa, no matter if it is rice or food vegetables, it will be in this proportion. to allocate.

Regardless of long-term workers or farmers on the villa, they are all slaves signed to death by the palace.

There was no such kind of treatment in the past. No matter which family bought a long-term worker, it is naturally the owner who wants to work. It is very kind to give the long-term worker enough food and warm clothes.

Distributing food to each household like Zhao Jin has never happened before.

Everyone was extremely grateful to him, and every time they saw Zhao Jin, they would salute more respectfully.

On this day, there was a sweet potato feast in the hospital. Roasted sweet potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, shredded sweet potatoes, and a portion of sweet sweet potatoes. Among the sweet and fragrant, I like such fresh food even more.

But everyone knew that eating too much sweet potatoes would cause heartburn. Zhao Jin quickly ordered someone to remind the long-term workers and farmers below not to eat too much sweet potatoes, and to eat them with some other dishes to prevent heartburn.

Although there is this small flaw, everyone's enthusiasm for sweet potatoes is even higher.

Everyone is aware of the high yield of sweet potatoes. The season is just right in June. The old farmers in the village are directing their sons and daughters to cultivate new sweet potato seedlings, plant them on the ground and take care of them carefully, so that there will be another round of harvest in autumn. .

Relying on some modern knowledge in his memory, Zhao Jin studied some superficial nitrogen and phosphorus fertilizers with his old farmers, and selected a few plots for trial use to see if the autumn support would improve the yield.

And when the news that this batch of sweet potatoes produced more than 400 catties per mu reached the palace, the emperor was really concerned. If the farmers in the Daqi Dynasty could have such a yield of food, wouldn't everyone be able to do it? With enough food, taxes are no longer a problem.