Tomorrow

　　 Chapter 37, Mr. Xu's morals!

Yun Zhao has studied history and political economy. He knew very well that the reason why the Manchu Qing Dynasty was able to inherit the Qing Dynasty for nearly three hundred years was not because of their superb methods of governing the country, but because a large number of new crops entered at this time. In China, with high crop yields, fewer people will starve to death, and everyone can barely survive. This has created the so-called'Kang Qian's heyday'.

　　 As for the Ming Dynasty—it was a total tragedy. The Little Ice Age came at this time. The north was arid and rainless, and the south was frosty and heavy. There was no place in the vast land of Ming that was peaceful.

　　 Once people ran out of food, it's not surprising what kind of things they do.

Therefore, when Yun Zhao was ordered to station in the village a long time ago, there could not be a hungry person. This is the first task of every cadre stationed in the village. Even if he uses his own salary to support him, he cannot appear. As long as one such person appears, It was a big accident!

　　 For a long time, people like Yun Zhao did not have a complete concept of hunger. Don't say Yun Zhao himself, even if he is a lot older than Yun Zhao, hunger is only a childhood memory.

　　 is different here! ! !

　　 Yunzhao opens his eyes every day, and he sees people with dishes.

　　 Cai Se is not an adjective, but a noun! !

　　 From the beginning of spring, after the greens began to appear on the ground, wild vegetables have been the staple food of many people. Basically, the things that pigs can eat are also being eaten at the same time.

　　 After eating too much wild vegetables, the nutrition is severely insufficient, and the whole person's complexion will turn yellow. This is the color of the dish!

　　 Yunzhao’s purpose of poverty alleviation a long time ago was to make the poor richer. It was definitely not the first-level work of filling their stomachs. Many of his predecessors have already completed this work.

　　 Now, Yun Zhao is back in an even harsher environment—struggling hard to fill his stomach! !

　　 As for what the mother said about the champion, Mr. Xu said things like building a heart for the world, wait until the people here are full and consider it again!

　　 People like Fu Bo have never heard of such things as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Look, it seems that these things are in Jiangnan or Lingnan.

　　 "Sir, do you know these crops of corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes?"

　　 Mr. Xu thought for a while and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, is it important?"

　　 Yun Zhaoxin opened the river and said: "I heard that these things have a very high yield per mu, especially potatoes. It is not unusual for an acre of land to be ten thousand catties."

　　Mr. Xu smiled and said, "Nonsense!"

　　 "Really!"

　　 "There is no such thing. If there were, there would have been human species all over the world, unless it was a fairy species brought from the sky by the wild boar spirit!"

　　 "Really, it is said to be something from the country of Red Hair."

　　 Mr. Xu shook his head and said, "If it comes from the country of Red Hair, it is even more impossible!"

Mr. 　　 said categorically.

　　 "Why? Do you know the country of Hong Mao very well?"

　　 "I may not know, but one person knows very well!"

　　 "Who?"

　　 "A generation of apostasy and abandoned ancestors called'Paul'!"

　　 "Paul?" Yun Zhao learned of a standard European name from an ancient population for the first time, and his heart suddenly became turbulent.

　　 "Well, you pronounce this name more like me."

　　 "Is it a red-haired ghost?"

　　 "No, I used to be a Han Chinese, but later I became a Catholic. It was called ‘Paul’ as a bullshit."

　　 Yunzhao's heart was beating fiercely, and he continued to ask: "What is this person's Chinese name?"

　　 Mr. Xu got angry, and pulled all the books on the table to the ground angrily: "Ask him what to do?"

　　 If it was a weekday, Yun Zhao would definitely not embarrass Mr. Yun Zhao. Now, it is about high-yield crops such as potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes.

　　 "Sir, this person is really important to me."

　　Mr. Xu is a person who can control his emotions. Seeing Yun Zhao's rude questioning, his knowledge of his students seems to be really important.

　　 "Xu Guangqi! I used to be a minister of rites, but now I don't know if he is still an official, maybe he might die."

　　 "Are you close to you?"

　　 Mr. Xu sniffed his nose, and the hand holding the tea bowl was shaking constantly, causing the tea bowl to rattle.

　　 "I used to be my elder brother-he is very fond of farming and miscellaneous learning. If there are really three crops you mentioned, they came from the country of red hair, he can't be ignorant!"

"what--"

　　 "In that case, Xu Yuanshou must not be Mr.'s real name?"

　　 "Since'Paul Lu' appeared, I have only used words to face the world, and the name Xu Guangsheng has never been used again."

　　 Seeing that Mr. is sad and unable to suppress himself, Yun Zhao bends down and bows deeply, then leaves the room, leaving Mr. to be alone.

　　 Everyone has something they don’t know, and they have their own sad things. It’s pretty good if you can tell your husband.

　　 When he thought that his husband would rather be hungry and faint in the broken hall with grass dangling in his mouth, instead of looking for his brother who is a high official, Yun Zhao has a new understanding of the discipline.

　　 "It seems that I really owe my husband a Yushan Academy..."

With Xu Guangqi’s path, potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, or other crops that Yun Zhao wants should be found. Xu Guangqi may have seen these things, but the names are different, and they don’t know how powerful these crops are. This is for nothing. Missed it.

　　 With the development of southeast shipping, the battleships of the red-haired ghosts and merchant ships cannot go to sea without carrying potatoes and corn. If you find the merchant ships and battleships of the red-haired ghosts, you will definitely find what Yun Zhao wants.

　　 "I'm still too young..."

　　 Yunzhao sighed, he really wanted to visit Quanzhou in Lingnan, and also wanted to visit Shanghai, which had just opened a port.

　　 After the energy of his whole body was squeezed dry again by the robber uncle, Yun Zhao sniffed and returned to the back house.

　　 "I can't stand it anymore, why insist on it? Isn't it good to put all your mind on reading?"

　　 Yunniang saw that her son came back crying again, and she couldn't tell.

　　 "No! I must be both civil and military!"

　　 Yun Zhao cried very hard, but his words were firmer than ever.

　　 "Well, it's up to you, up to you." Yun Niang said that she would take off her son's dusty coat and pants.

　　 "There are women!"

　　 Yunzhao avoided his mother's claws.

　　 "Aren't mother and mother-in-law Qin also women?"

　　 Yunniang has nothing to do with this son.

　　 With more than a dozen people helping, Yun Zhao’s bathtub was quickly set up, he closed the door carefully, and said to Yun Chun who was guarding the door: "Look at the door. They are not allowed to peek."

　　 Yunchun looked back at the girls who craned their necks to look at Yun Zhao, nodded firmly, and leaned her body in front of the door.

　　 Yun Zhao, who took off his clothes, realized that he didn't have a few intact skins on his body.

　　Especially the thighs and buttocks are blue and purple, and my whole body feels painful when I move it~www.wuxiahere.com~ After getting into the hot water, Yun Zhao curled up his body like a baby in a mother's womb.

　　 No one understands why he has to endure hardship, even Mr. Xu and Yun Meng have no understanding of Yun Zhao's attitude of forcing himself to make progress.

　　 Mr. Xu has long said that the attitude of both civil and military capital is not desirable. If Yun Zhao wants to get ahead in the future, he can only specialize in one discipline. If he wants both, neither of them can reach the peak.

　　Fu Bo also has this attitude.

　　 Only Yun Zhao knew what he wanted. It might be good to specialize in one subject, but he couldn't cope with the coming disaster.

　　 He doesn't want to be a pure military commander, nor a pure literati. He just wants to give his current body a platform that can support his countless ideas.

　　 This platform does not need to be too high, because he believes that no one in this world can have more knowledge than him, and this platform does not need to be too broad. In this world, no one is more knowledgeable than his.

　　 He knows what kind of scene is above the nine heavens, and also knows what it looks like below the nine heavens.

　　 As long as he looks north, he can see a white bear walking on the Arctic Ocean.

　　 Looking south, you can see the emperor penguin swaying on Antarctica, burying the cub under the abdomen and raising its neck to welcome the coming blizzard.

　　Looking west, in the distant western world, there are countless loan sharks who are eloquently lending usury to the emperor...

　　 Looking east, Huang Taiji’s soldiers and horses are slaughtering the Korean army. Countless Japanese "shoguns" led small teams to fight each other, while the shogunate Tokugawa Hidetada shook his small fan and watched with relief...

　　 Yun Zhao's small body abruptly stood up from the bathtub, gasping for breath, and his eyes gradually changed from sharp to ordinary.