I came back late last night and was too tired, so I gave up. I knew I was very shameless, despicable and not human.
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A carriage slowly drove into the territory of Taiping Township.
The driver was Li Jinglong, and those in the car were Mr. Zhu Yunxi and his two sons.
This place is adjacent to the Imperial Mausoleum of Fengyang Imperial City, and can be considered as the old man’s hometown, because the old man’s hometown of Guzhuang Village was under the jurisdiction of Taiping Township.
Taiping Township has a good name, and because of the old man’s relationship, it seems to be very prosperous now.
Looking at the farmhouses in the distance, they are neatly decorated with green bricks and red tiles. As far as the eye can see, there are large stretches of continuous fertile fields everywhere.
At this time, winter wheat has just been sown, and many farmers in the fields are busy carefully, protecting the livelihood of the whole family.
Seeing a strange carriage approaching slowly, many children following the adults in the field looked around curiously. In rural areas, strangers are particularly eye-catching when they arrive.
"These crops are so well grown!" The old man smiled at Zhu Yunxi on the carriage shaft. "The ground is flat. You can see that the ground is full of soil and there is no hard lump. It is easy and quick to plant such land, and the yield is high! Hey!
, It’s useless to tell you, you were born in the palace with a silver spoon in your mouth, how do you know about farming?”
As he said that, the old man jumped out of the carriage, walked quickly to the edge of the field, and asked an old farmer who was bending over to work, "Hey, um...man, how does the land look like this year?"
?”
The old man in the field looked up. He looked to be a few years younger than the old man. He grinned and said, "It looks like...it's just like that? This year, we planted in the winter. The snow came late. I thought there was going to be a drought. The world was so cold a few days ago."
A snowstorm is a big deal."
Hearing this, the old man simply squatted on the edge of the field and continued to ask, "Are you top-dressing?"
"If you don't topdress when it snows, won't the snow fall in vain?" The old man in the field laughed and said, "You are a rich man with tender skin and tender flesh, but your family is not farming, right?"
The old man immediately became anxious, "Why not? Our family has been farmers for generations! We have such delicate skin and tender meat, don't look at the way we dress, our hands are covered with calluses!"
"It's not like that!" The old man laughed again, "The way you walk is similar to that of an official, with a majestic air. It's not like us farmers, who can't beat a fart with three sticks! You are a follower and a follower.
The driver of the carriage said that you are a farmer, who would believe it?"
The old man was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at Zhu Yunxi, "We don't look like farmers?" He then said, "We also plant several crops in the palace every year, so why are we not farmers?"
Zhu Yunxi suppressed his laughter and said, "Grandpa Huang, why are you not a farmer? It's just that you don't plant the land, but the whole world!"
The old man thought for a moment, "We are indeed no longer farmers!" He said, looking at his hands, "These hands, after picking up the knife, we are no longer farmers. Working on the one-third of an acre of land in the palace every year is just...
If you entertain yourself, you are really not a farmer compared to others!"
Zhu Yunxi smiled beside him and said, "You don't plant crops now, but the crops all over the world are prospering because of you. You see, before you came, the farmers were worried about the lack of snow and drought in the coming year. But as soon as you came, it started to snow.
Already."
As he said that, he looked at Li Jinglong, "Do you think so?"
"Yes, yes!" Li Jinglong nodded hurriedly, "As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year. My old boss, you are the auspicious snow for millions of people in the Ming Dynasty. With you, every year will be a good year. The whole world, in the past few decades, has made
You serve the crops as carefully as you care for them. What the people get is a bumper harvest for each household, but under your rule, thousands of households and hundreds of millions of people have a full warehouse of grain."
Hearing this, the old man immediately beamed with joy.
Zhu Yunxi looked at Li Jinglong and gave him a look of approval.
"You have to be the one who flatters me. Who among ordinary people can flatter me so well? So let nature take its course? Such a traceless thing?"
"You kid!" The old man stood up and clapped his hands, "You talk and make wisecracks all day long!"
At this moment, Guo Ying and Cao Zhen who were following them suddenly stepped forward and protected them from both sides. At the same time, Deng and Ping's bodyguards also called out and formed a semicircle in front of them.
, looking behind him warily.
"Drive! Drive!"
In the distance, the sound of urging the mounts came, and then several knights in bright clothes and angry horses appeared in sight.
These people are not very old, but all of them have brocade hats and mink fur coats. Not only do they have good horses on their crotches, but some of them are riding hawks, and behind the mounts are followed by wild hounds.
"Bastard!" the old man cursed.
At the same time, the old man in the field shouted anxiously, "Young masters, please don't step on our crops?"
It's too late, he shouted too late.
It wasn't that he shouted late, but that the other party simply turned a deaf ear to the old man's words.
A group of knights stepped on the fields as if there was no one around, whizzing away, leaving behind a string of arrogant laughter.
The old man and Zhu Yunxi were furious when they saw it. These people just let their horses trample the fields, and they also ran rampant. If the people in the fields hadn't reacted quickly, several of them would have been knocked down by the horses.
These people not only don't take the fields seriously, they don't seem to take people seriously either.
"My wheat seedlings!" the old man patted his thigh.
"What a bastard!" Many young and strong men in the fields were furious, but they could only curse bitterly, then looked at their own fields with distress, and beat their feet and chests.
"My wheat seedlings! What a sin!" The old man looked distressed and ran over quickly, squatting on the edge of the land trampled by horses, wanting to cry without tears.
The good ground was trampled into a state of disgrace in an instant, leaving it in a mess.
For farmers, the seedlings in the fields are their life.
The old man's face was ashen and he shouted to a man, "How can you tolerate people stepping on your land? Why don't you just fly over and kill them with a fork?"
The man carefully supported the seedlings in the ground and said with a sad face, "Who dares?"
"Do you recognize them?" Zhu Yunxi said loudly with a cold face, "Who are they?"
"Who else could it be?" Another man in the field asked helplessly, "A person from Guzhuang Village?"
"Huh?" The old man's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Guzhuang Village is the old man’s real hometown.
"People from Guzhuang Village?" The old man looked gloomy, "They are all from the village, how come they...?"
"Don't dare to climb high!" the man replied, "What kind of fellow villagers? We are a wealthy family, and there is an emperor in their village. Who are we? Not to mention stepping on the ground, a few years ago they crossed the border in the village and forced it
Occupying two hills here, no one dares to say anything. When we bring water to the fields in the spring, if they don't nod, our land will be dry!"
In an instant, both men's faces turned pale.
The so-called wealthy families refer to the fact that after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, when the old man returned to his hometown for the first time, he appointed more than 20 families in his hometown Zhuangzi as guardians of the imperial mausoleums, allowed them to use red vermilion paint doors, and called them relatives.
adjacent.
Perhaps later generations will sneer at the so-called tomb-keepers, but now it is just smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb, a good thing that cannot be hoped for.
With this status, like the scholar class, they can not kneel before officials, and all the fields under their names are tax-free. Unlike the two of them who exempted and exempted Fengyang from taxes several times, for future generations, as long as the Ming Dynasty is around, people like them will
Tax exemption without paying food tax.
Moreover, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, both Prince Zhu Biao and the vassal kings returned to Fengyang and rewarded these people with gold, silver and cloth, and even received them in person.
When a person achieves enlightenment, a chicken or a dog ascends to heaven. This is not the first time that a horse has trampled the fields like this.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the mess in the field after being trampled by war horses, and asked, "Who were those people just now?"
The man in the field pouted and said nothing.
"You look like a tough guy, but you're actually a coward. If someone steps on your ground, you don't dare to say anything. You don't even dare to say who they are?" Zhu Yunxi said angrily.
"What can I do? My great-grandmother is the emperor's godmother! When the magistrate of Fengyang went to his house, he was always polite," the man said angrily.
"Wang family?" The old man's eyes were filled with fire.
This chapter has been completed!