GBP Chapter 16: Good Poetry, So Wet
Chapter 16: Good Poetry, So Wet
"Quick! Xuancheng, scold me again, otherwise I will always feel it's not real!"
Wei Zheng: "..."
"Hurry up, ever since the sky curtain appeared, I have always felt like I was in a dream. Only when you spray me can I feel the reality." Seeing that Wei Zheng did not speak, Li Shimin, who was familiar with the art of war, immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued him.
Wei Zheng's silent voice was deafening, and there was something wrong with the look in his eyes when he looked at Li Shimin.
Insulting someone, especially the emperor, is actually very interesting to see him get so angry but unable to do anything about it. But if the person being insulted does not break down and instead enjoys it, then it is hard to say that it is fun.
Now Li Shimin was enjoying himself. Wei Zheng was very suspicious that he was putting too much pressure on Li Shimin and had driven him crazy.
You little bastard, I'm the king of a country, can't I punish you?
Li Shimin felt very happy when he saw Wei Zheng's complicated expression, as if he had seen a ghost.
For so many years, I was always the one who got angry and broke down, and then this old man left triumphantly. This was the first time I saw him looking "defeated".
Hahahaha, one word.
Cool!
I still have the four-word mantra of "Ah, right, right, right!" but it's useless. I'll practice on this old man next time I have a chance.
"Forget about saying nothing, Assistant Machine (Chang Sun Wuji), how about you speak a few words to me on behalf of Xuan Cheng?"
Chang Sun Wuji was suddenly called out, and was a little caught off guard. He didn't want to draw fire, so he coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Your Majesty, you are not dreaming. Although the view of the sky canopy is magical, we are indeed in reality."
"The most urgent task now is to find someone to study the hybrid rice method that Tianmu mentioned. If we succeed, it will be a blessing for our Tang Dynasty."
Li Shimin stopped smiling when he heard this and said seriously, "I will send the Hundred Cavalry Division to search for talents among the people. The six ministries should also pay attention to this matter. Not only should they recruit people, but they should also develop this into a systematic discipline and train agricultural talents in a targeted manner."
"In addition, we should immediately prepare to deify Yuan Lao and build a temple for him. Although he was born in the future, his benevolence has been widespread and he should be forever respected and worshipped by generations."
Changsun Wuji nodded in agreement. He was not a pedantic person, otherwise he would not have planned the Xuanmen Change and indirectly changed the "inheritance law" of the Tang Dynasty.
It doesn’t make sense that only later generations can build temples and statues for the ancients. The ancients could also build temples for later generations.
Although it does sound a bit against the will of Heaven, it doesn't matter, as long as Your Majesty is happy.
……
tomorrow.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the thriving rice fields on the sky, which were about to drop little golden beans. He felt that if he kept crying, he would soon catch up with the famous crybaby in history - Li Er, Mr. Li Shimin.
But he really couldn't suppress his emotions at this moment. Whenever he witnessed the prosperous scenes of future generations and saw those happy faces, he couldn't help but think of the scenes of his parents, brothers and nephews who died of hunger.
"Zhongba, I...did I hear you right? The yield per mu is three thousand catties? Not three hundred catties?" Queen Ma tilted her head in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.
"Sister, you heard it right, it's three thousand kilograms!" After being interrupted, Zhu Yuanzhang's emotions calmed down a lot.
"No wonder, no wonder people in later generations live so happily. They no longer have to worry about food and clothing and can live their lives to the fullest." Queen Ma murmured to herself, and a smile gradually broke out on her face.
Although it is very far away from future generations, she is sincerely happy for them.
"That's right! Then can't our Ming Dynasty also study the method of hybrid rice? Even if we can't reach a yield of 3,000 kilograms per mu, if we can reach 500 kilograms, we can feed countless people."
Empress Ma suddenly stood up and said anxiously, "No, I'm going to find Biao'er and ask him to organize a team to study it immediately."
"Sister, sister, don't get excited. We are still here. What are you looking for? Our words are not as effective as those of others." Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed Queen Ma and held her in his arms, trying to make her sober.
"Girl, calm down. Just leave this to us. We will definitely cultivate this hybrid rice!"
"If one year doesn't work, then ten years will!"
"If ten years doesn't work, then twenty years!"
"If twenty years isn't enough, fifty years! A hundred years!"
"One day, the people of our Ming Dynasty..."
Just when Zhu Yuanzhang was boasting happily, Zhu Biao came trotting in.
"Father, Father, I have arranged some manpower... eh!"
When Zhu Biao saw his father and mother hugging each other tightly, his brain suddenly froze.
"Ah... this... that... um... uh, you guys are busy."
Having said that, Zhu Biao started to run.
"You bastard, didn't you send someone to inform us before coming in?"
"Didn't you say that if I had something to report, I wouldn't need to inform you!"
"You bastard, you dare to talk back, wait and see how I deal with you today!"
……
tomorrow.
During the Chongzhen period.
Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian walked towards Coal Hill with a sword in hand. After seeing the harvest scene on the sky, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
There was endless sadness mixed in with the laughter, until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
The yield per mu is 3,000 kilograms.
Hahahahaha!
The yield per mu is three thousand kilograms!
At this point, what good would it matter even if the yield per mu is 30,000 jin?
late!
It's too late!
My royal brother, I cannot be a Yao or Shun, I can only be a king of a fallen country.
My brother can no longer defend the Ming Dynasty.
I can’t hold on any longer...
My brother, I am really tired.
Let me take a good rest...
……
Qing Dynasty.
When Qianlong heard that the yield per mu was 3,000 kilograms, he was not moved at all.
In the Qing Dynasty, there were high-yield crops such as corn and sweet potatoes. Although the yield per mu did not reach 3,000 kilograms, a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu was already the norm.
He was already very satisfied with having such a high-yield crop, and there was really no need to spend another ten or even dozens of years researching this so-called hybrid rice.
If you have that much time, why not promote corn and sweet potatoes?
As long as no one starves to death, it’s fine.
Instead, he was more interested in the rice fields stretching for ridges on the sky. After observing them carefully for a while, he was suddenly inspired to write poetry.
"One pound, two pounds, three or four pounds,"
"Five, six, seven, eight pounds."
"Golden waves roll over three thousand pounds,"
"This scene should only exist in heaven."
When Qianlong finished reciting the poem, Heshen, the number one lackey and moneybag, immediately exclaimed in praise: "Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is extraordinary!"
"Your Majesty's poetic talent is truly unparalleled throughout the ages. Even Li Bai is slightly inferior to him."
"For example, the phrase 'Golden waves rolling three thousand catties' is simply wonderful. It not only echoes the picture on the sky screen, but also represents your Majesty's deep hope for a good rice harvest in our Qing Dynasty."
Qianlong was overjoyed by the compliment, but he said indifferently: "Oh? Just poetry? It seems that my poems are not to your and your lord's liking."
Hearing this, He Shen immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I deserve to die. I never meant that."
After Heshen knelt for a long time, Qianlong snorted coldly: "Forget it, get up."
"Your Majesty is wise! Thank you for your grace!"