Rebirth of farming for a living

The reason why Cui Zeyu wants to grow sweet potatoes here is naturally not because the land here is more suitable for growing sweet potatoes.

Of course he had an agenda.

The sweet potatoes are growing well.

The Cui family began to find their own connections and tried every means to send news to them.

Speaking of which, Cui Xiuyuan, the father of Cui Zeyu of the Cui family, did not like studying and had no intention of being an official. He had been doing business abroad.

He opened several drug stores in his family all over Vietnam.

Cui Qiong's father, Cui Xiuheng, had a smooth journey through the imperial examinations and a smooth career as an official in the government.

At a young age, he has already become a third-rank official in the capital.

But compared to the spring breeze outside in previous years.

When he was transferred back to the capital, he was suppressed by his enemies and was not used as highly as he had imagined. His official career was somewhat unsatisfactory.

I'm afraid it will affect my family, and I'm afraid I won't be able to use it.

It happened that Cui Zeyu returned to his hometown to practice.

Cui Xiuheng simply asked Cui Zeyu to take Cui Qiong and Mrs. Du back to Qingyun Town.

This gave Li Qiuyan the opportunity to get acquainted with the Cui family.

Cui Zeyu found the sweet potato, so he naturally wanted to give Cui Xiuheng a lot of credit.

Hard work pays off.

Nothing is done in vain.

Every dynasty attaches great importance to food.

Not to mention an era when we still don’t have enough to eat.

The emperor also attached great importance to this sweet potato.

Two days ago, the emperor actually left the city in person, taking Cui Xiuheng, Da Sinong, and many civil and military officials with him.

On the Cui family's farmland, we watched the sweet potato harvest together.

If Cui Zeyu hadn't explained it earlier.

Seeing the emperor's majesty, I am afraid that these men who are peeling sweet potatoes will peel them to their feet.

A sweet potato vine is dug up, bringing up a string of sweet potatoes.

Although this thing is dusty, can one vine produce so many?

The emperor's eyes widened in surprise: "dig, keep digging."

He wanted to see if it was like this under every sweet potato vine.

Yes, of course it is.

Nothing can be faked.

After digging up this small piece of sweet potato, someone who had prepared it came over and weighed the sweet potatoes one by one.

Although during this process, the emperor had already seen this terrifying output.

But as soon as the weight came out, I couldn't help but burst into tears: "God bless me, Vietnam!"

Da Sinong could no longer hold himself back.

His tears had already flowed down before the emperor, and he could no longer hold up and fell to his knees: "If this sweet potato can be popularized, I'm afraid no one will starve to death again!"

All the officials had already knelt down: "God bless Dai Viet, long live the emperor."

This scene scared the farmers who were working to the point of falling to their knees.

The emperor held a golden brocade handkerchief to hold his tears, and his voice was filled with excitement: "My beloved, please be free."

"Xiu Heng, come here."

The emperor asked Cui Xiuheng cordially.

Cui Xiuheng naturally knew about the sweet potatoes that his eldest nephew boasted about.

After explaining a few issues, he called Cui Zeyu, who was waiting respectfully aside: "Your Majesty, this is my nephew. He knows these sweet potatoes best."

Oh?

Looking at Cui Zeyu, who is still young and not yet in his prime.

Now, the emperor became interested.

Cui Zeyu answered the emperor's questions much more carefully than Cui Xiuheng.

The civil and military officials were whispering, no matter what they were feeling in their hearts, they were all nodding and praising Cui Zeyu on their faces.

Words such as "Heroes come from youth, young people are to be feared" are heard all the time.

Cui Zeyu's face was more respectful.

He took out a bound book from his pocket.

This booklet is copied.

The writing is clear, from sweet potato breeding to receiving.

Every word is recorded very clearly.

The emperor looked through it a few times and nodded: "It's quite detailed."

Anyone can hear the admiration in his mouth.

The emperor first handed the booklet to Da Sinong, who took it respectfully.

After opening the cover, I praised it: "What a handsome font."

Cui Zeyu said a few words of modesty.

This booklet was naturally written by Cui Zeyu.

"No need to be modest, I think this word is really good."

It can be seen that the emperor was really happy, and he reached out and patted Cui Zeyu on the shoulder: "It is true that a genius comes from a young boy."

Seeing that Cui Xiuheng's nephew had the favor of the emperor, all the officials looked at each other.

The Cui family is clearly about to take off again.

Cui Zeyu didn't care what they thought. He didn't do this for himself, only for his uncle.

Calculating that the time was almost up, Cui Zeyu respectfully invited the emperor to have a meal.

Although it was not the right time, the emperor had just dug two hoe holes in person.

At this moment, I was really hungry.

What Cui Zeyu asked people to prepare was not big fish or meat.

Instead, eat all kinds of sweet potatoes.

As soon as the sweet potatoes were dug out, a lot of them were picked up and handed over to the Cui family cook who was already waiting nearby.

The Cui family cook is no stranger to sweet potatoes.

Steamed, boiled or fried sweet potatoes were placed in front of the emperor one by one.

After one taste, the emperor was filled with great joy.

Da Sinong also sighed: "I didn't expect this food to be quite delicious."

The emperor also felt this deeply, and his eyes looking at Cui Zeyu became softer and softer: "How did you find this thing?"