Transmigrating To The Ming Dynastys Imperial Examination - Chapter 282

The New Year’s Day and Lantern Festival of the thirteenth year of Hongzhi passed away suddenly, and the talented people returned to the heavy daily work from the various poetry parties.

The chief ambassador Li Cong had completed his six years in office, and coupled with this feat, he directly stayed in Beijing and was appointed as Hubuyou servant. The prefects and magistrates who accompanied him to Beijing were also commended, and the officials had calculated their merits, and they would be promoted only after the three-year exam was completed or the next big time.

After the officials who offered sweet potatoes left, when the ice broke through the river and the atmosphere was warming up, the planting of sweet potatoes was naturally put on the agenda. The farmers brought by Li Cong instructed the servants of the Superintendent Siyuan to send out potato seedlings in the warm shed. Cui Xie, the person who wrote the planting guide, often pushed the work of compiling the convention, and went to the inner courtyard to record the planting time and water consumption. Daily budding status… If there are yellow leaves or diseased leaves, you must ask the reasons and remedies carefully.

It just so happened that a glassmaker who was familiar with his family had already made a microscope with a decent magnification that could observe leaf cells, so he took this into the palace. When new shoots are not long and have yellow leaf diseased leaves, use tweezers and a knife to thinly cut off a piece of epidermis, clamp it on a glass slide and cover glass made of crystal, and draw while watching. The cell map is compared with that of normal leaf cells.

As for how to treat it, of course it is left to experts for research.

The precision of the microscope is not enough, it is too subtle to see, but you can also look at the cell wall and the chlorophyll in the swimming, and write it down for future generations.

The sweet potato housekeeper and the farmers dare not touch his microscope with fine wooden croissants and crystal lenses. They just look at the pictures he drew, and they all feel incredible. When the emperor heard about it, he also asked him to point and look around, and exclaimed: “It turns out that the leaves are like this, but they look like honeycombs, one grid and one grid. It is strange that there is a bubble of pulp in the leaf. The surface is also slippery and standing upright… I seem to have gained something. This microscope is a very useful tool for scoring things, it is difficult for Mr. to make it.”

Cui Xie humbly pushed the reason to the prince: “It was because the prince asked the minister to focus the light on the lens, and the minister thought of using two lenses together to look at things bigger. The prince is intelligent, and Your Majesty generally draws inferences from one another, and he also pays special attention to his studies, which is the blessing of society.”

Hongzhi smiled and said: “The prince is indeed smart, but he is not yet determined. A while ago, he asked a few servants to help him do the calculations. Now he is holding a binoculars to the high platform and looking around, saying that he wants to see the territory of Daming… What do you want to fall in love with. This temperament needs gentle guidance from the older generation.”

Just don’t fall in love with Leopard Fang and Liu Jin.

Cui Xie was very satisfied with such a prince, even a little proud, and praised him for the father, and dedicated the microscope to the emperor.

The emperor Hongzhi asked the craftsmen to start copying a few. After the copying was completed, Cui Xie was given one. When nothing happened, he took his wife, children and daughters to watch the common stuff. Some can see clearly, some are white flowers, but can’t see what it is, so the craftsman can think of preparing dyes. It’s just that it’s rare to be dyed with colors, and almost all the colors float in the water, and you still can’t see what you should see.

Fortunately, Tianjia is not doing research, just picking what you can see is also fun.

The prince’s favorite servant, quietly replaced with a microscope. Liu Jin just suffocated his breath and learned arithmetic. He hadn’t counted those few Xiao Fengyu, and fell behind the clever hands of the prince who could cut potato sprouts and let the stalk tip observe the prince.

He has empty ambitions, but he is so crushed that he can’t get ahead. The prince no longer loves to complain to him about the complicated schoolwork. Mr. Cuis papers are annoying, and he does not complain that the two uncles control him tightly. Instead, he often holds a telescope and studies how to get out and fight like two uncles dreaming. .

In fact, every **** also has a dream of ruling the country and the world.

There are Sanbao eunuchs in the distance, Wang Zhen and Wang Zhi in the vicinity…Although the latter two did not end well, Liu Jin was still very envious of the prosperous scene of commanding hundreds of thousands of troops to kill at the border.

So he also talked to the prince about the border war.

The prince was a little interested, and told him about last year’s delay in delaying the command of the governor Wang Song to submerge from the border city to clear the gate, connected with a cement stone fence, and had pushed the sideline several miles in a year.

Under Wang Song, there is a Fu Liu from Yulin Weizhen who has special experience in repairing Guanzhai. Due to the delay in getting close to the enemy, there were frequent patrols by the bandits. When they built, they first brought cement with their strength, but not many people who worked. If there is an attack by the bandits and the soldiers are unable to attack, they will water and build stone piles on the spot to prevent the Tartars from taking away the cement powder and guessing the formula; when the enemy retreats, the next time they come back to repair the village, they can follow this For the wall, build a fort faster.

Although there were no amazing victories, the frontier soldiers also eroded the grasslands step by step. Stone forests were built in all the areas they occupied, and the Tatar cavalry could no longer rush into the battle.

After the prince finished talking about this bloodless, but heart-pounding battle, Gao Wu Jianling commented: “When the sweet potato harvest this year, a lot of seedlings will be cultivated, and they will be shipped to the border next year, called Sergeant. We planted it.”

Sweet potatoes are sweet and fragrant, and can be made into a variety of desserts. If they are grown at the border and added to the rations, the soldiers at the border can eat better and win a few more battles!

Liu Jin repeatedly praised that these successive years of victories were due to Emperor Hongzhi’s Tianwei and Prince Fude; he also praised the Prince’s heart for the frontier army, which was a blessing to the soldiers.

The prince was so complacent that he wanted to hear what he had in mind about the war, and whether he could understand his high theory that he called the sweet potato of the frontier army, but a new-favored little servant by his side suddenly reminded the prince: “The slave servant heard that the northwest is extremely cold. The wind and sand are everywhere, and the strong wind can blow away the mounds on the ground. If you want to grow sweet potatoes there, I am afraid that you will have to plant beans that can fertilize the ground for a few years according to the fertile soil method written by Mr. Cui.”

Liu Jin finally aroused the prince’s interest, and in an instant, people squeezed in and hooked the prince to study how to improve the soil, prevent wind and fix sand.

The prince was full of romantic imagination about the wind and sand in the northwest and the sand dunes that moved by the wind. However, as a prince who cared about the military and common people, he had finished imagining the sight of himself riding a horse galloping on the sand dunes, and he still wanted to know how to control the wind and sand.

When attending class the next day, he asked Mr. Cui.

The prince took the initiative to care about the livelihoods of the people in the border area. This is a sign to be a virtuous monarch!

Several speakers were deeply moved, and Cui Xie also had a sense of pride in changing history, but how to prevent wind and sand, preserve water and soil… He really does not remember. He left the knowledge of the water cycle and ecological circle that he taught in the biology class to his previous life. The only thing he remembered was to return farmland to forests and restore the natural ecology.

Are there any Populus trees in that area, it seems that only this kind of tree can be planted in the desert?

Cui Xie really didn’t understand this problem, but from the prince to the predecessors, they all stared at him trustfully, as if he should know everything. He didn’t want to let everyone down, so he had to act like a master teacher. The attitude said: “The minister doesn’t know about this, but His Highness can.”

The little prince was shocked by the answer, and said in astonishment: “There is something in this world that a gentleman doesn’t understand, but Gu can know? But Gu doesn’t know…”

Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: “The minister didn’t know it because he was born in Beizhili since he was a child. He doesn’t know the local climate of Yansui, nor the land and properties. How can he think of a way to govern? Its not difficult to know. The pastoral officials, generals, and eunuchs of the town of Ming Dynasty must have recorded the festivals, customs, mountains and rivers there. His Royal Highness asked someone to take records to see where there are mountains and where there is water. , What kind of land can grow what kind of food or weeds…”

“Even in the desert sand dunes, there will be weeds growing. Your Highness only looks at the weeds and trees that are native to those places, and asks people to draw water to plant some. If the deserted yellow sand can be covered, it will not be easy to raise the sand when there is a strong wind in the future. .”

As for why planting trees and grasses can preserve water and soil, I told the prince to go back and observe the grass roots on his own, take an empty flowerpot with soil and a flowerpot with flowers, and compare the amount of water flowing out of the bottom of the pot.

Invisibly, he left a lot of homework for the prince.

The prince didn’t think it was bitter, but felt that this kind of study was more interesting than the teacher’s own lengthy talk. He went back and passed the homework to the eunuch, and he was only responsible for the last guidance. But the palace could not find such a detailed document. The prince wanted to care about farming and refused to give up, so he asked his father to issue an edict to ask the guard eunuchs of the nine borders to check the water and soil conditions of the border and the local forests and weeds for him.

The eunuchs were just released to serve as the supervising army, and in essence they also served the heavenly family. They were given the emperor’s order and naturally had to do their best. Suddenly, the civilian officials and general leaders on the nine sides were missing a guarding eunuch, and no one was restrained in doing things to gain power. When fighting against the enemy, it was much easier to fight.

Last years victory proved sweet. Those who read the reports of others also learned the tactics. Usually they only dared to shrink in the border and watch the bandits looting the town. The guards who left with their children full of belongings can also close the gates. After shooting arrows and throwing stones behind the solid and tall walls to drive the enemy away, he recovered more than a dozen corpses in return.

In the past, it was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the generals, thinking that the Tatar cavalry crossed the border, and the idea of the Ming army not being able to fight gradually faded away, and another idea would breed in the hearts of all.

These bandits can be defeated, and they can also go out and kill the enemy.

This idea was gradually strengthened in the minds of Ma Wensheng, a book from the Ministry of War, and in the hearts of several cabinet elders and central ministers. At the beginning of the sweet potato harvest, Cui Xie had just finished writing the planting guide and was about to print the popular science version of the comic strip. Li Dongyang handed him an outline of “The Guardian of the Jinyi Guardian”.

It is the story of the Jinyi guards going deep into the grassland, discovering the location of the little prince, and leading the imperial army to attack and kill the Tatar Tribe, and drive these Meng Yuan relics into the extreme northern wilderness.

Cui Xie said moved: “My mentor is so busy that I have to worry about my comic strip. The disciple is really ashamed. In fact, the disciple is already optimistic about Li Xianji, Zhu Zhishan and others writing this set of books…”

Li Dongyang smiled and said, “Thank you! This is what I am willing to write, and I have to thank you for printing it out. Daming has been invaded by Tartar, Vara, and Nuzhi for these years, and he has the shame of a civil castle. …Pinglukou is the real thing that our old men really think about. No matter how busy you are, you can find the time to write what you really want to write. Besides, this is just the outline, and you have to find someone to write it all. .”

Cui Xie turned over the book which contained more than a hundred pages, and said it was an outline, but it was actually as detailed as a novel manuscript, with emphasis on the head: “The disciple happened to have finished writing the sweet potato cultivation guide, and I will still arrange the pictures for this book personally. Print it as finely as the Jinyiwei of the early years.”

Li Dongyang waved his hand: “No, you still focus more on serving the imperial front and Donggong to teach and read. This is only to choose those who are good at writing articles, and it is enough to ask your painter to provide pictures.”

How can that be. This is the manuscript written by Teacher Li, and it is Xie Ying’s hero. He does not draw the draft himself, and he must personally review it. It must not be perfunctory.

When he returned home, he sent a post to the resident authors in his home, asking for a sweet potato essay.

Yes, it’s sweet potatoes again, this time it’s a good sweet potato harvest.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sweet potatoes that were tried on the imperial village were harvested locally, and one mu actually yielded about 600 catties. The emperor was overjoyed, and the Manchu dynasty, civil and military, celebrated together, and immediately there was a school official on the book, please promote this thing in military villages everywhere.

The emperor Hongzhi immediately approved this book, and ordered people to distribute the potato seeds to the prefectures and ask the local government to cultivate potato seedlings and promote them to the people.

The newly harvested sweet potatoes will naturally be given to the minister. Nowadays, there are more plants in Beijing, and more gifts are given. Almost everyone has a share. Unlike last year, Guangzhou only paid a few thousand catties, and those with lower official positions were not given any gifts. Cui’s family also used sweet potatoes left over during the Spring Festival as seeds, and set up a small vegetable garden to plant them. In the fall, they harvested hundreds of kilograms. Not only are they enough to give away, they can also start making sweet potato starch, sweet potato noodles and noodles. .

The food at this sweet potato banquet has finally evolved from adding sweet potatoes to food, to adding food to sweet potatoes.

The talented people ate the new sweet potato snacks, and leisurely discussed what style of essays should be made at the literary meeting, and whether to compose a few poems and songs by the way. Cui Xueshi, who presided over the meeting, drank the sweet potato syrup in his mouth, cleared his cough, and made a serious speech at the top: “I invite you to come to the Humble House for the essay meeting today because there is a new comic book to be printed. I would like to invite you to write a manuscript. I asked someone to reprint a few outlines. Please take a look at it before making a decision.”

Immediately, a few big guys held the outline of the color seal printed on snow-white paper and put them in front of the talents.

Everyone looked intently, and saw the vast desert on the cover, the wind and sand, and the orange sun hanging between the clouds. The sun, sand dunes, and dead trees on the screen buckled slightly, as if they were separated from the viewer by a layer of hot fireworks.

In the middle of the picture, there is a red figure riding a horse. The figure is very small and the facial features are not clear. But in that tall posture, there is a spirit of strength, as if to break through the desolate world and the setting sun.

On the left side of the cover, there are eight big characters with rich colors: Jinyiwei Zhishang Fengyun.