Grain King of the Ming Dynasty: Contracting the Wasteland of Xu Da's Family at the Beginning

[Da Ming + Farming + System + Slap in the Face + Food is Power + Not the Holy Mother] In the seventh year of Hongwu's reign, tenant Fang Yu and his family were kicked out of their house by the landlord. The father's leg was broken, and the mother was holding her three-year-old sister. The whole family was desperate. Fang Yu took an iron hoe and set foot on the saline-alkali wasteland where everyone said it was impossible to grow anything alive. The moment the soles of your feet touch the salt and frost - the Farming Encyclopedia system is activated. Three hundred and forty acres of saline-alkali flats, with a salt content of 0.38%, A pH value of 8.2, And a groundwater level of 1.2 Meters. The system said: It can be improved. Three months later, the twenty-acre test field yielded eight hundred kilograms per mu. Everyone went crazy. The landowner who had driven him away came to his door overnight to ask for cooperation. He sat on the ridge of the field with his feet raised: "Want to plant? 50% Is mine." The Duke of Wei sent a contract for 30,000 acres of wasteland. He wrote the plan in one day and received a 40% commission. The Ministry of Revenue was short of military rations and asked for help at his door. He quoted a price, and the Minister slapped the table and scolded the profiteers. He smiled: "If you find it expensive, you can wait until next year. I can't wait for Beiyuan's horse." Zhu Yuanzhang stood at the edge of the field incognito, his hands shaking while rubbing the rice ears. In this world, who has the food has the final say. And what he was holding in his hand was the rarest thing in the entire Ming Dynasty.