At the end of the Tang Dynasty, due to the frequent peasant uprisings, powerful landlords built their own farms into armed manors. However, in the early Tang Dynasty, such things were still relatively rare, but they were within the scope allowed by the court. After all, every household had its own private soldiers, but they were not allowed to enter Chang'an City and could only have them outside.
"Isn't this the Hongmen Banquet?"
Mr. Cui Sanye said jokingly that no one's farm had ever been in such a state, with soldiers holding weapons everywhere, which made people feel scared.
"Think carefully, Mr. Cui San. Which one is better for me, a lively and energetic you or a lying you?"
After Li Xiang finished speaking, Master Cui San laughed out loud. Although Li Xiang's words were a bit rough, his logic was sound. Only a living Master Cui San could cooperate with Li Xiang. If he was dead, the truth would come out. By then, the Cui family would know the news. With their full strength, even if Li Xiang became the crown prince now, it would be impossible for him to completely deal with the Cui family, and it might even make him unable to get up.
Cui Yuncheng clearly felt that since Li Xiang became the crown prince, his tone of voice had become much tougher than before. Before, it was a negotiating attitude, but now it was a commanding attitude. Could it be that this was the imperial dominance that they lacked?
Before Li Xiang appeared, the children of the Cui family always regarded themselves as children of the first family, and even thought that they were much nobler than the royal children. But when he saw Li Xiang standing next to him, Cui Yuncheng felt for the first time that even in appearance, we are not as good as them.
After entering the farm, everyone in the Cui family was stunned by the scene before them. Most of the people working here were slaves, and only a small number of guards were dressed neatly.
"Your Highness, are you here to show me these farmlands?"
The three people from the Cui family expressed their incomprehension. If they were to bring us to see this, there would probably be no need. Our Cui family has much more farmland than you.
"The Cui family is based on agriculture. If you cooperate with me this time, I will ensure that you have no worries."
Li Xiang turned around and spoke domineeringly. The expressions on the faces of the three people were very interesting. If Li Xiang said to deal with the Cui family from other aspects, then the Cui family might not be able to accept it. For example, in the matter of liquor, they have been beaten by Li Xiang and can't raise their heads. But if it comes to agriculture and food, the Cui family will not accept it at all.
Cui Yunzhu was already laughing out loud. Even when facing the grandson of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he felt that this matter was a little too funny. Not to mention you using such a method, even your grandfather couldn't do it.
"Master Cui probably thinks I'm joking, but could you spare us an incense stick of time? We'll see after that."
Neither Mr. Cui Sanye nor Cui Yuncheng laughed. They knew Li Xiang well. He was no simple man. If he said he wanted to deal with you in this way, he must have found a way. However, the Cui family occupies the largest amount of arable land in the country, and its annual grain production accounts for nearly 20% of the Tang Dynasty. How can you embarrass us on this? This is not a commodity like liquor, this is grain that needs to be grown.
"Your Highness, please."
Master Cui Sanye made a gesture of invitation, and Li Xiang led everyone to a house at the back. A pergola had been set up here, and in the distance was wheat that was about to be harvested. Everyone had seen these things before, but they always felt that they were different from what they had at home, but they couldn't tell what was different.
Suddenly, Cui Yuncheng seemed to understand that the wheat ears were too dense and grew too well. The senior members of the Cui family usually did not go to the fields, but Cui Yuncheng was different. He knew that food was the foundation of the Cui family's survival, so he went to the fields twice a year.
High-yield wheat varieties...
Cui Yuncheng thought of these four words, but he didn't want them to be true. If they were true, the Cui family's foundation might be destroyed. Li Xiang already had a lot of land. Once he distributed these seeds, the Cui family's bargaining chips...
"Your Highness has prepared tea, but I don't know what to show us."
Cui Yunzhu said a little confusedly, can I just sit here and see how you destroy the foundation of my Cui family?
"start."
Li Xiang didn't answer his question, but turned around and gave an order, and then everyone went down to harvest the wheat. Master Cui was also a little puzzled. "Let me see how fast your men harvest the wheat?" Anyone who hadn't personally gone to the fields probably wouldn't understand these things.
Li Xiang saw sweat on Cui Yuncheng's forehead, and the other two also saw it. Could it be that he had already guessed it?
"Cloud City?"
Mr. Cui San said with some surprise that they had not understood anything since they entered the door, but Cui Yuncheng was a very cautious person. If he didn't understand anything, how could he sweat?
Cui Yuncheng waved his hand and did not have the time to explain to Mr. Cui Sanye, because he now felt that the building was about to collapse. The Cui family had existed for so many years and had never been in danger of being destroyed. Even if it could not get the first place in the liquor industry, at least it could still survive, and it would not have much impact on the Cui family. Now this matter is hard to say.
"May I ask Your Highness, how much wheat can be produced per acre of land?"
When Li Xiang heard this, he immediately knew that Cui Yuncheng must have understood it. It seemed that this person would be the next generation of the Cui family. Although his body was damaged because of Li Xiang, with this brain, it would be a shame if he didn't send him up.
Li Xiang did not answer, but made an eight-shaped gesture with his hands.
"Eight hundred kilograms? Don't be ridiculous. Even on the good land in Guanzhong, the maximum yield per mu is three hundred and fifty kilograms. If it can be higher than this, I will eat all this wheat raw."
Cui Yunzhu said disdainfully that since he was born, he had never heard of a wheat yield of 800 kilograms per mu. 350 kilograms was already the maximum, and in many places the yield was even less than 300 kilograms.
Mr. Cui, the elder of the Cui family, suddenly seemed to understand something. He looked at the wheat fields in the distance in astonishment, his mouth hanging open, his finger pointed at the distant wheat fields, but no sound came out. This shouldn't be more than 800 kilograms, right? What is the yield?
