Of course, Zhu Youjian didn't care about these things.

But soon he discovered that this thick cotton coat was very warm.

And it is also easy to wear.

Wearing a warm hat on my head, I finally stopped being frozen in this icy and snowy Liaodong.

Today, Zhu Youjian got up very early.

Because the rye is already ripe.

However... the crazy goose feather snowed a few days ago, and the weather was suddenly cold. On the one hand, it was not suitable for harvesting at this time.

On the other hand, everyone also hopes to see if this rye can withstand the current weather.

At this time, Liaodong had become a vast world.

Especially at night, the temperature can drop sharply to a small solution when people go out, and they may freeze the tool for the small solution.

There is a special coal stove in Zhu Youjian’s room.

There is no way, charcoal is a luxury in this place.

At first he burned charcoal, but other farmers all used coal stoves. After renovating the coal stove, they were not worried that the thick smoke from the coal stove would suffocate the people indoors. In the end, Zhu Youjian was unwilling to be any difference from others.

He wrapped himself in his coat.

Wang Chengen, who was sleeping with his coat, heard the noise and hurriedly raised his sleeves and said, "Your Highness, why are you getting up? It's still dark outside."

"It's getting late." Zhu Youjian was excited and lowered his head and put on boots.

If Zhu Youjian had done things like wearing boots in the past, he would never have worn them himself.

In the past, he was used to being served by others.

But here, he slowly began to master the skills of wearing boots and was already very easy and skillful.

At this moment, he was very anxious.

The heavy snow last night was extremely heavy and the north wind was whistling. I don’t know what the situation was. If the rye could not bear it... all the crops in this field would have been wasted.

This is the season for autumn harvest.

But there is no autumn harvest in Liaodong at all.

Here, they not only opened up rye fields, but also other wheat fields, rice fields, and even sweet potatoes, which have also been tried.

But Yizhou Wei is even closer to the extreme north, and here is another wind vent. The climate is even worse. Some of the crops cannot even be raised in seedlings.

Even those who planted seedlings died in the middle of the journey.

For Zhu Youjian over the past year, rye was his hope.

Every day when he woke up, he was worried that the rye would be crushed by frost and heavy snow overnight.

Wang Chengen didn't persuade him much, he knew about this highness.

This Highness has many problems, such as his stubbornness, and he always has some fantasies.

But there are many good sides, that is, he doesn't care that he is a noble man. When he was returning to his destiny, he really wore old clothes and asked his wife Zhou to sew clothes for him. He really tried to be frugal and eat less food. He would rather waste himself than move towards the hope he believed.

Now...that dream is broken.

Zhang Jingyi gave him a new hope. He no longer wanted to be a wise person, but he hoped that he could do something right now like Shennong.

In order to achieve this goal, he squatted in this place where birds do not shit for more than a year, never complained, dealing with manure and crops every day, and sometimes like farmers, squatting on the ridge of the field to chat. When he went to the fields to take care of the crops, he just brought a pot of hot water and covered his body, and then brought a few steamed cakes. When he was about to eat, the steamed cakes were frozen and he couldn't bite them. At that time, the water was still warm, so he took a bite of warm water, then slowly took a bite of steamed cakes, slowly put it in his mouth and melted, and finally swallowed it.

Wang Chengen was very concerned about the crops, but he wasn't really caring about the dark things.

But he knew very well that His Highness had taken the initiative to believe in the people he believed. If he found that the road was blocked this time, with His Highness's stubbornness, he would be afraid that his entire person would collapse.

What others think of Your Highness has nothing to do with Wang Chengen.

Maybe Zhang Jing regards him as a tool.

Perhaps His Majesty also felt in his heart that this brother had an unspeakable ambition, so he was diligent on the surface but distant on the inside.

Perhaps the scholars who supported him at the time now regarded His Highness as a traitor.

But Wang Chengen had only one thought, and he really couldn't bear to waste His Highness's painstaking efforts.

On this side, Zhu Youjian took a deep breath.

He was a little nervous.

"Is the north wind strong last night?"

"Yes, it sounded like the roof was about to overturn."

"How much thicker is the snow outside?"

Wang Chengen said uncertainly: "This... I will take a look."

"Forget it, just go to the fields and take a look." Zhu Youjian said: "It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it. It's really bad here. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives, it's already much colder than the capital."

Wang Chengen said: "Your Highness, in fact, the weather in other places in Liaodong is not so bad. It is your highness that you have to choose the worst place in the climate..."

Zhu Youjian smiled: "What do you know? The worse the place is, the more you need to try planting it. You need to understand the habits of rye. If you can grow it here and get something to gain, then there will be no place in Liaodong that can't be planted."

"Your Highness really believes..."

Zhu Youjian said: "I didn't believe it when I came, but I just believed in Zhang Jingyi."

After saying that, he cheered up: "Okay, let's go."

There were horses in the horse ring outside, and several guards lived next door. When they saw the lights on His Highness, they hurriedly got up and wrapped in heavy coats.

After Emperor Tianqi gave Zhu Youjian the coat, Zhu Youjian felt it was warm and asked someone to go to Jinzhou City to purchase it. I heard that such clothes are very popular in Liaodong now.

Everyone got on the horse one after another, and the horse's hooves penetrated into the two-inch thick snow.

Zhu Youjian was breathing in his mouth. This was almost the coldest day he came to Liaodong.

Riding to the test field.

Many farmers have arrived far away.

One of them cried and said, "Your Highness...Your Highness..."

When Zhu Youjian heard the crying, he looked up at the old farmer. In a blink of an eye, he felt his heart a little paralyzed.

This is a suffocating feeling,

Could it be... wheat... frozen to death...

In his opinion, these wheats were like his children.

It is the crystallization of him and Zhang Jingyi.

Zhu Youjian felt that his head was sank. He worked so hard these days and lacked sleep every day, so his body was already a little bad.

In desperation, he almost fell off his horse.

The man stumbled and stepped on the snow, walked to Zhu Youjian with a little difficulty, and continued to choke and said, "Your Highness... Your Highness... Margin... Still alive, still alive, not dead. It seems that it is still growing overnight and is already mature."

"What..." Zhu Youjian flew off the horse, stepped on the snow, grabbed him in shock, and shouted: "What did you say?"

"It's already familiar..."

Zhu Youjian said nothing more. He continued to stumble, falling into the snow several times, but he ran towards the test field.

Finally, when he arrived at the ridge of the field, he fell down tiredly, but his eyes glanced at the wheat in the ridge of the field.

The branches and leaves of wheat seem to have condensed with frost, and the ears of wheat seem to be covered with snow.

But these ears of wheat are still tenaciously holding on, like soldiers on duty, and are indomitable.

Zhu Youjian took a deep breath, went forward to observe one or two, then took one ear, peeled one, and then carefully peeled the wheat peel before putting it in his mouth to chew it.

Then he stood up and said seriously: "Harvest, harvest today, harvest this acre first!"

"yes."

The farmers cheered up and went to get sickles.

Then, one person went to the ground and cut off the wheat ears.

These black wheat ears instantly piled up tall.

After harvesting, you cannot thresh in a hurry. You need to air dry for a while. You can wait until the wheat ears and wheat grains completely lose their moisture before you can thresh easily.

However, Zhu Youjian didn't care about so much at this time, but asked someone to thresh the wheat grains first and put them in baskets one by one.

After that, let people step up their shell removal.

This is Xinmai, and now... I asked someone to grind it into powder and see the taste.

After he was busy, he was sweating profusely.

After a while, someone hurried over and said, "Your Highness, this acre of land can be converted into two hundred and seventy kilograms."

Two hundred and seventy kilograms...

Near the capital, ordinary wheat can harvest 300 kilograms.
To be continued...