Chapter 1307

Tong Xiangyu felt her entire worldview shattered into pieces.

In her mind, rice was an extremely delicate crop, picky about soil—too much water was bad, too little was also bad.

And its yield wasn't particularly high.

Hence, in the north, where water was scarce, rice cultivation was relatively rare.

After all, in ancient times, there was no machinery; if water ran short, irrigation had to be done by hand.

As for waterwheels—those only turned when water was abundant; during a severe drought, they were useless.

But what lay before her overturned her beliefs.

This rice had an absurdly high yield.

If rice yields could remain stable at this level, manual irrigation would be perfectly feasible.

As long as effort brought reward, the people wouldn't fear hardship!

"This rice must yield over a thousand jin per mu, right?" Tong Xiangyu grabbed a handful of rice, her eyes glazed with awe.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled: "Over two thousand jin. If you cast the Rainfall Spell, the yield could double again. But now, everyone's no longer short of grain—people would rather fight beasts than return to the fields to cast the Rainfall Spell."

He would rather fight than return to the fields to cast the Rainfall Spell.

Tong Xiangyu widened her eyes in disbelief. "It's just one spell—they won't even bother?"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "They can't finish eating it. A normal family of six gets a hundred mu of land; each year, they harvest over two hundred thousand jin of grain. How could they possibly eat that much?"

"Two hundred thousand jin?" Lv Licentiate exclaimed. "Aren't there taxes?"

"Grain tax is one-tenth—after paying, they still have over two hundred thousand jin left. Even if they ate like pigs, they couldn't finish it." Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head. "Come, I'll take you to see Great Ming's granaries."

The group followed Zhu Yuanzhang, hearts pounding with excitement.

Moments later, they arrived at a towering granary complex.

"These are this year's new harvest. The old grain? Long ago, it was stored in space equipment. Now, even if everyone stopped farming, Great Ming's grain supply could last a thousand years." Zhu Yuanzhang beamed. "From now on, Great Ming will never know famine again."

"Your world will be the same. Once Biao secures it, your people will have endless grain too."

Tong Xiangyu sighed deeply, glancing at Bai Zhantang. "Lao Bai, looks like we did something good."

Everyone felt a shared pride, swelling with honor.

This decision had been made together.

After touring the granaries, Zhu Yuanzhang summoned a blessed cloud and took them on a tour of Great Ming's territory.

When they returned, everyone still felt dazed.

"Has Great Ming already conquered the entire world?"

"Is this world really spherical?"

"Are there really that many lands overseas?"

Even Lv Licentiate, the most learned among them, now felt his mind couldn't keep up.

Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled: "We conquered the whole world many years ago. But Great Ming's people are attached to their homeland—those continents are still only guarded by troops; few civilians want to move there. As for why the earth is spherical? Later, have Lao Bai bring you some modern books—you'll understand why."

"So the old belief that heaven is round and earth is flat is wrong?" Lv Licentiate asked.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "Not exactly. Our world's Earth is spherical. Other worlds are different. Worlds where heaven is round and earth is flat still exist."

"So that's how it is. The mysteries of the myriad worlds are truly endless."

The group arrived at the imperial palace and were awed by its grandeur and opulence.

Even Guo Fu, though from a distinguished family, had never truly toured the palace—she'd only glimpsed it from outside.

Now, being shown around by the reigning Son of Heaven, the Great Ming Emperor Taizu himself, made their hearts race.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "Not exactly. We can only say that in our world, the Earth is round. Other worlds are different. Worlds where the sky is round and the earth is square also exist."

"Are these the subjects of Great Ming from other worlds?"

As they wandered through the imperial garden, a gentle voice spoke. A woman in lavish palace attire approached.

Zhu Yuanzhang introduced: "This is my Lady. You should know her."

At this time, touring the imperial palace under the guidance of the reigning Son of Heaven, the Great Ming's founding Emperor Your Majesty, made the crowd's hearts nearly leap out of their chests.

Naturally, the group held great affection for this renowned virtuous Empress and bowed respectfully.

"Are these the subjects of Great Ming from other worlds?"

As they toured the imperial garden, a gentle voice sounded, and a woman dressed in lavish palace attire approached.

"I've ordered the imperial chefs to prepare a feast. Let's all dine together."

With a wave of her hand, maidservants began serving the dishes.

Soon, exquisite courses appeared on the table.

These dishes were extraordinary—translucent, radiating beams of golden light.

"The food is glowing!"

Everyone had eaten such dishes before—they knew their magic—and now, seeing them again, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

Zhu Yuanzhang gestured for them to sit.

"If you want to eat such dishes, send someone to the Culinary God Academy after you return. Though Liu Maoxing and the Tachibana family's Young Lady no longer teach there, the academy's teaching strength remains formidable—it can still produce outstanding chefs."

"Culinary God Academy?"

"It's a glowing dish!"

The crowd had long since eaten this kind of dish before—how could they not know its marvel? At the sight of it, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, inviting everyone to take their seats.

"If you want to learn how to cook this kind of dish, once you return you can send people to the Chef God Academy to study. Right now, although Liu Mao Xing and the eldest Young Lady of the Nakiri family are no longer teaching there,

the Academy's teaching strength remains extraordinary, more than enough to train outstanding chefs."

"The Chef God Academy?"

Everyone froze, turning to Bai Zhantang.

Bai Zhantang spread his hands: "I've only been in the chat group for a short time—how could I know so much?"

They turned to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang began explaining again, casually recounting many secrets from the chat group, leaving everyone awestruck.

By the end of the meal, they hadn't just eaten delicious dishes—they'd heard many fresh stories, all feeling utterly novel.

By evening, they reluctantly departed, returning to their own worlds.

"Lao Bai, go buy a statue of the Dao Jun right away!" Tong Xiangyu urged as soon as they returned to the inn. "This is a true deity. Your Majesty worships him—we'll worship him too."

"We worship too?" Li Dazui exclaimed.

Tong Xiangyu sniffed: "If you don't want to worship, fine—but when trouble comes, will you dare let Lao Bai beg the Dao Jun for help?"

Mo Xiaobei grinned: "Exactly! This is my Master. You don't have to worship—I'll worship alone."

Bai Zhantang stared blankly: "When did the Dao Jun become your Master?"

"I've cultivated the Dao Jun's cultivation art," Mo Xiaobei boasted. "When I meet the Dao Jun, I'll definitely become his disciple."

Guo Fu sighed: "Lots of people cultivate the Dao Jun's art—who knows who you are?"

They joked and wrestled until they finally placed a three-foot-tall Dao Jun statue on the altar and lit incense.

Not long after, Lao Xing and Yan Xiao Liu arrived.

But today, Lao Xing and Yan Xiao Liu wore only everyday clothes—not the black robes of Constables, nor any weapons.

"Bad luck, bad luck—we probably won't have jobs anymore!" Lao Xing said, sitting in his usual spot. "Lao Bai, bring wine and dishes."

"What happened?" Tong Xiangyu feigned ignorance.

Yan Xiao Liu sighed: "Isn't it incredible? Crown Prince Zhu Biao from the founding era of Great Ming has returned with heavenly troops! Don't you dare doubt it—these people can fly through the sky and vanish underground—they're not frauds!"

Yan Xiaoliu sighed: "Isn't it amazing? Crown Prince Zhu Biao from the founding era of Great Ming has returned with heavenly troops! Don't you dare doubt it—those people can fly through the skies and vanish underground; they're not frauds!"

Everyone nodded quickly.

Wasn't Zhu Biao exactly the one they had summoned?

Wasn't Zhu Biao exactly the one they led here?