Youdao is a prophet of the warm water in the spring river, but he doesn't know that farmers still think that spring plowing is late.
When spring has just arrived, the fields have already been carefully prepared by farmers for cultivation. Now that the spring river has warm water, it is already lush and green.
Outside Yingtian City, Zhuangzi, where the old man planted red potatoes earlier, is busy again. This manor covering hundreds of acres has been jointly donated by Li Jinglong and Deng Ping and became the Royal Courtyard.
Next, it is used to cultivate excellent potato seeds.
“It’s still so comfortable!”
The old man was dressed in coarse cloth. He stood in the village and looked at the neat fields and scattered hills in his sight. His wrinkled face stretched out with a smile.
Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
A complex smell poured into the nasal cavity, which was the earthy smell mixed with feces and sludge. It didn't smell very good, but it was the farmer's favorite smell.
Zhu Yunxi stood beside the old man, supported his arm, and said with a smile, "This village has never been abandoned. It was what it was when you lived there earlier. It is still the same as it is now. Those slope fields and mountain fields where you planted red potatoes with your own hands, at the beginning of spring,
Fertilizer has been applied, and the seeds used have been prepared for you!"
"Yes!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "We will live here from now on, and you can live in the empty Forbidden City by yourself!" After saying that, he confessed, "I tell you, don't make this a mess.
The people on the outer three floors are all soldiers, we don’t feel comfortable!”
Li Jinglong, who was behind Zhu Yunxi, slightly raised his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know you love purity. There is a battalion of soldiers stationed around Zhuangzi..."
"Withdraw!" the old man waved his hand.
Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Yunxi's expression and continued to smile, "This...I am afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? Someone wants to assassinate the king?" The old man laughed and scolded, "There are ordinary people for dozens of miles around, who are you guarding against?"
At this time, the old man's eyes suddenly froze, pointing to a figure in the nursery in the distance and said, "That young man looks familiar to me!"
"You have forgotten that he is still the foreign minister of the field division who was appointed by you!" Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "His name is Yang Rong!"
"Oh, we remember him, he was still a Jinshi!" As he said, the old man waved, "Young student, come here!"
Yang Rong, who was in the distance, heard the call and hurriedly put down the things in his hands and hurried over.
He was originally a son of an aristocratic family with a long body and a handsome figure, but now his face is a little dark, his boots and trouser legs are stained with mud, and his originally delicate hands also have a layer of calluses.
"I'm here to greet you..."
"Don't kneel down!" the old man said with a smile, "Let me ask you, how is the promotion of Hongshu now?"
"Back to the Supreme Emperor, Hongshu has been widely promoted in Gansu Town, Liaodong, Central Plains, Jiangxi, Yunnan and other places." Yang Rong said, "However, due to seasonal reasons, the harvests in the Central Plains and Jiangxi provinces are the best, followed by Jiangxi.
!”
As he spoke, he said with a smile, "In my hometown of Fujian, many mountainous areas have begun to plant red potatoes. In Changle, Fuzhou, some villagers gave the red potatoes another name after they had a good harvest!"
"What's your name?" The old man became interested and asked with a smile.
"Long live grain!" Yang Rong said with a smile, "The common people are grateful for your kindness, so they call red potatoes the long live grain. I also heard that some villagers in poor mountainous areas are grateful for your kindness and want to spontaneously build a Long Live Shrine for you.
I want to enshrine your old life-size statue. But..."
The old man raised his eyebrows, "But what?"
"But the local official politely refused because it was against the rules of etiquette!" Yang Rong said in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan behind the old man, shouted, "That bird official is so ignorant. The people love the emperor and want to build a shrine, so why is he stopping him? Your Majesty, please give me a decree and tell the bird official If the official catches him and comes to the capital, I will give him a good whip!"
"You're a killer!" the old man laughed and scolded, "It's right not to build a shrine!" He said, sighing, "If the people love us, they will naturally remember it in their hearts. But if they build a shrine for us to express their love, then there will be no other places to build a shrine for us. You need to be knowledgeable and well-educated. This is the case everywhere when you waste money and people. When the time comes, it will just be superficial, but not many people may be sincere!"
As he said that, he looked at Yang Rong again, "We remember that when you were a young man, you were still a white-faced scholar. In just one year, you have become no different from a farmer. Ha, tell us, is it harder to farm or to study? Disaster?"
Yang Rong bowed and saluted, "Farming is a hundred times harder than studying! When I was studying in the past, I heard that the ancients said that every grain of rice is hard work. I only knew the appearance but not the hardship. Now I know that it is not only hard, but every grain of rice is sweat and blood!" "
"Your job is not in vain!" The old man laughed.
Zhu Yunxi's eyes were always looking at Yang Rong. In the past, Yang Rong was a little impetuous, but now he is more pragmatic and simple.
"You can be considered meritorious this year!" Zhu Yunxi said, "I will give you a promotion from the Farming Division, and you will be appointed as the Chief of the Agriculture Division!"
Hearing this, Yang Rong was overjoyed and said, "I thank the emperor for your kindness!"
The promotion from Yuanwailang to chief officer is only a half-rank promotion, and he is still only a fifth-rank petty official in the capital. The Agriculture Secretary can be advised to take charge of all agricultural affairs in the provinces of the Ming Dynasty. A typical official is small and powerful. Moreover, the country is the foundation and he takes on responsibilities. This official position can lead to a bright future.
Yang Rong was a little agitated for a while. Among the Jinshi scholars of the same year, he thought he was the best in talent and learning, but his official career was always in vain. The emperor paid off, and from today on, he can finally catch up from behind.
"Woof! Woof!"
At this moment, several dogs barked from the fields on the hillside in the distance.
Then the cheerful figures of Liu Jin and Xiao Fu'er appeared between the fields. The two children ran wildly with laughter, with Xiao Fu'er in front and Liu Jin behind. Behind them were two puppies and a group of frightened eunuchs.
"Ancestor, come on, my grandson has caught an earthworm!" Liujin shouted, waving his little hands.
"Brother Xi!" Xiao Fu'er also shouted, "Liu Jin caught earthworms to scare me!"
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, everyone laughed.
The old man waved his hand and said, "Come on, follow us to the fields!"
After saying that, he led a group of people behind him, such as Wuding Marquis Guo Ying, Heqing Marquis Zhang Yi, He Rong, Zhu Shou and others, and strode forward.
"When you were young, you fought with us. Now that you are old, you farm with us!" The old man laughed heartily, "This can be considered a beginning and an end!"
A group of old men followed the old man with smiles.
Under the sun, their figures are entangled with each other, reflected in the fields full of life.
"Your Majesty, farming and fighting are actually the same!" Guo Ying laughed, "Everyone has to take turns!"
"How can it be the same?" someone shouted, "When fighting, you smash people's heads, and when you farm, you smash mud!"
"It's all fucking smashed, it's over if you do your best!"
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Seeing the old man leading a group of people away, the smile on Zhu Yunxi's face suddenly changed from a smile to melancholy for some reason.
Li Jinglong was beside him. Seeing his change of expression, he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"What day is today?" Zhu Yunxi asked calmly.
"The fifth day of March!" Li Jinglong thought about it and said.
"March...there are more than two months left!" Zhu Yunxi felt sour in his heart and felt like crying.
Official history records that the old man died in the fifth lunar month, which was only more than two months ago.
This chapter has been completed!