Huang Zicheng was full of expectations, and when he arrived in Daning, he understood why he could turn over with salted fish, and he also understood that no matter how he turned over, salted fish is salted fish!

Right Bu political envoy, what a big official in the mainland!

It's a pity that in Daning City, not to mention the right political envoy, even the left political envoy can't be!

Because Daning does not have a political envoy yamen at all!

Neither is the Inspector!

There is only one of the Yamen who command the embassy, and this yamen is still under construction, and the only office at present is the Experience Division.

In other words, Huang Zicheng is not even a commander of the light pole, he is a complete lonely ghost!

Of course, he could order Liu Chun, but after the previous lesson, Huang Tanhua hesitated again and again, and didn't dare to look for it. Because whether his right-hand political envoy can become a reality depends on Liu Chun's ability.

That's right, it's that funny.

If the tuntian is smooth and the products are abundant and can support the operation of the yamen, there will be additional political envoys and envoys according to the inspection, and Daning will be regarded as a province to operate.

There is even worse, that is, even the commander of the envoy can't afford to raise it, so it can only be incorporated into Beiping.

In fact, in the second year of its establishment, the Daning Metropolitan Division was renamed the Northern Parallel Metropolitan Command Division, and the command power was placed in Beiping. If it weren't for the fact that King Ning was later sealed to Daning, the so-called Daning Dusi would have existed in name only.

At present, what Liu Chun needs to work is to keep the Daning Dusi, and Huang Zicheng can only pray for God's blessing to let Liu Chun play a long time and turn his political envoy into reality.

After squashing in prison for several months, Huang Zicheng also thought a lot, he advocated edification and foot binding, targeting Liu Chun, and then he was unlucky one after another and was put in prison, if there is no Liu Chun's involvement, Huang Zicheng will not believe it!

It's just that whether he believes it or not, now he can only rely on Liu Chun.

Huang Zicheng was helpless, so he simply hid in the pavilion, recuperating under the pretext of recuperation, and didn't think about how to face Liu Chun, he would never come out.

"Sure enough, it's setbacks that make people progress!"

Liu Chun was very satisfied with Huang Zicheng's knowledge, and finally did not come out to make trouble as recklessly as he did at the beginning. He is willing to be a turtle, and Liu Chun has no need to pull people out of the hole.

Time is so precious, and there's so much more to do.

Summer in the north is very short, and in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the weather begins to get cooler, and gradually enters the harvest season.

The success or failure of Tuntian depends on how the harvest is.

Liu Chun is busy in the fields every day, checking around, dispatching manpower and resources, and is very busy...... The first thing to harvest is the pasture.

The so-called adaptation to local conditions, in the Monan area, Liu Chun still regards animal husbandry as a pillar.

However, he made it clear that he would abandon nomadism.

Herders must store enough forage before winter...... This is a very difficult thing to do, for most herders, go to the pastures farther north in the summer, and go south in the winter, the grass is given by God, and they don't need to bother. If the grass is gone, go south to the grass valley!

This is why the nomadic cavalry often moves south in autumn and winter.

But now they can't, they have to rely on their own hands to mow the grass and store it to cope with the cold winter.

Many people are resisting, but Liu Chun has a trump card in his hand, which is those Mongolian nobles!

You can sell milk tea on the street, and there is nothing difficult in cutting grass.

Timur had an extra sickle in his hand...... At the end of the day, his waist looked like it was broken. Both hands were punctured by straw sticks in many places, forearms, faces, and bags bitten out by mosquitoes, mosquitoes in autumn, that is called a ruthless!

His face was covered in red spots, swollen and itchy.

"Father, father!"

The two sons wept relative to each other and looked at their father pitifully. Timur tried to hold them in his arms, "Okay, don't cry, Dad has enjoyed most of his life, and he should suffer a little." It's the two of you, at a young age, who followed your father to suffer! ”

"No, we are not bitter, if we can be with our father, we will not be bitter!"

The next day, the two and a half children really picked up the sickle, followed behind the father, harvested the pasture, and the grandfather and the grandfather competed to work, but they were not so tired...... The fresh grass is taken back, put under the sun to dry, and after drying, it is bundled and piled up.

The tall haystacks, one zhang high, one by one, are like walls, just like the Great Wall built by the Han people!

Turns out they're very capable! A sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously!

Tianbaonu and Dibaonu were in the middle of the haystack, running, jumping, like many children, playing and frolicking happily, only at this time, can they completely put aside the identity of the prince and be the same as ordinary people. Looking at the happy children, Timur suddenly felt a little relieved, he had lost a lot, but he gained some more, such as father and son......

"With these pastures, plus soybean meal, cattle and sheep will not lose fat in winter."

Liu Chun smiled and groaned and appeared behind Timur, the former Emperor of the Great Yuan subconsciously stood up, looking very nervous, and even at a loss, he didn't know what method this young man was going to use to toss him!

"We Han people pay attention to purebred summer length, autumn harvest and winter storage. It's been a busy year, and I can take some days off. ”

Timur was stunned for a moment, he thought that the Han people worked all year round and never had to rest! Of course, he would not dare to say such things.

"Are you interested, follow me to see what has become of the grassland?"

"Me?" Timur was clearly incredulous.

Liu Chun smiled slightly, "Of course it's no problem, I just need your cooperation and a little makeup." ”

"No problem." Timur immediately agreed.

Riding back on the war horse, Timur was still a little uncomfortable, dangling on the horse several times, and almost fell, his clumsiness made him look more like a merchant.

In autumn, Daning Dusi is golden everywhere.

The seeds planted in the spring, after a summer of wild growth, are now harvested.

For the first time, Timur discovered that the steppe could grow something other than grass!

He cautiously jumped off his horse.

On the side of the road is a soybean field, and on the top of the two-foot-tall plant, there are many pods, and when you gently pinch them, the round soybeans fall into the palm of your hand.

Soybean!

Soybeans actually grow on the grassland!

At this moment, Timur grinned like a fool.

"It's a rich land, enough to feed millions of people, and there's really no need to loot."

Liu Chun grabbed the pod casually, took out a soybean, put it in his mouth and bit it, it was very ripe, and he could definitely squeeze out a lot of soybean oil! He grinned.

With soybean oil, it is not difficult to eat stir-fry.

Liu Chun didn't know when stir-fried vegetables appeared, but he knew that the people of the Ming Dynasty generally couldn't afford to eat stir-fried vegetables, and many people were boiled vegetables, and it would be good to dip a little salt.

But in Yanwangfu, he has eaten a lot of fried food, and Zhu Gao's fat and fat ones definitely have something to do with fried food. It can be seen that only rich and noble families can use oil for cooking casually.

But that is about to change!

Daning, Liaodong!

The best soybean source.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, Yangzhou's salt merchants monopolize salt, one by one fat flowing oil, if the master monopolizes soybean oil, it will not be more fat!

Liu Chun narrowed his eyes, thinking about the plan to make a fortune, looking forward to gold and silver, as a good son who is dedicated to helping his father marry his daughter-in-law, the pressure is really not small!

Compared with Liu Chun's single-minded pursuit of wealth, Timur was shocked almost to the point of no return.

The land where their ancestors grazed was actually planted with soybeans and rape, just like a dream...... Mongolian herdsmen, under the command of the Han Chinese, harvested, dried, threshed...... Truckloads of soybeans and rapeseed were delivered to the warehouse that had been prepared for a long time.

"Taste, how about the milk tea you brewed?"

Liu Chun handed a bowl of steaming soy milk to Timur.

This year's harvest is almost certain...... It's just that Daning is different from the mainland, Liu Chun has made this set called commercial agriculture, and it must be sold and exchanged for grain to be considered a success!

How do you sell it?

When Liu Chun was thinking, Xu Miaojin rode a little black donkey and appeared in front of him, Xiao Nizi jumped in front of Liu Chun with joy, crossed her waist, and said, "Your Majesty wants to see you!" ”