July 15, 2015

Just when the issue of yielding thousands of kilograms per mu was in a turmoil, a team of caravans that seemed very ordinary came to Nanjing quietly. However, it was strange that the caravan did not enter Nanjing City, but passed by it and rushed towards the Qianhu House of Jiangdongmen.

This caravan was the imperial envoy headed by Li Youzhi, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, who came to Nanjing to investigate Yang Feng and Cao Dazhong under the order of the Tianqi. They spent more than half a month from the capital to Nanjing under the escort of dozens of guards. They were chaotic along the way, and did not enter the prosperous Nanjing city under the insistence of Li Youzhi, but went directly to the Qianhu House of Jiangdongmen. In Li Youzhi's words, this is how they can see the most real side.

When the group passed Mochou Lake and came to the territory of Qianhu House, Jiangdongmen. Looking at the three-story high water trucks on the river, Li Youzhi and his group couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing the river water flowing from the water trucks into the canals by the river, almost everyone was amazed. Wei Tinghe, the Tongzheng envoy of the Tongzheng Envoy Department, looked at the water trucks by the river, and said in a surprise: "I'm really open today. I have never seen such a large water truck. I don't know which rich gentleman built these water trucks."

A censor named Lu Jianshen next to him also stroked his beard and said, "This kind of big bus must be expensive. I guess it is impossible to get it without a few hundred taels of silver. Look, the fan blades and skeletons on it are neither wood nor iron, and I don't know what it is made of. This thing is really a thing that benefits the country and the people."

Li Youzhi, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, looked at the water wheel and praised: "I have served in the Ministry of Works for more than ten years. This is the first time I have seen such a large water wheel. It would be great if it could be promoted vigorously in Shaanxi, Shanxi and other places. Unfortunately, this thing is very expensive at first glance. It cannot be built by a wealthy family."

A censor next to him interrupted, "Not necessarily, maybe these water trucks are under Yang Feng's command?"

"Uh..." Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. How could this be possible? If even the garrison could create this thing, how rich would the Ming Dynasty be.

"Mr. Ling is really good at telling jokes." A censor was so angry that he smiled and pointed to the water driveway by the river: "If this thing is really something from Jiangningwei, I will eat this water drive."

"Okay, you are all people who read the books of sages, don't discuss the right and wrong behind the scenes." Li Youzhi couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand to stop everyone. He looked around and pointed at the front and said, "Did you see, there are a group of farmers there who are plowing the land. Let's go over and ask."

"Yes...going to ask."

Everyone agreed in unison. They were also very curious about the people who could build such a large water truck. When they came to the field, they saw a group of farmers rushing a few oxen to plow the land. Li Youzhi came over and bowed to an old farmer who was smoking a dry tobacco by the ridge of the field and asked, "Old man, we are all businessmen from the capital. When we passed by this place, we were very curious when we saw the large water trucks by the river. I wonder which household built these water trucks?"

The old farmer put down his pipe and looked at the people. After finding that they were all ordinary people in ordinary clothes, he smiled and said proudly: "Several customers asked the right people. These water trucks are not owned by others, but our Yang Qianhu... well... no, now it is Commander Yang."

"Commander Yang?"

Li Youzhi and others exclaimed in surprise, and Lu Jianshen, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and shouted: "You mean Yang Feng, how is this possible? Yang Feng is just a martial artist, how could he be so kind to install the water truck for the Qianhu Office's military households? This shouldn't be."

After Lu Jianshen said this, the old farmer was immediately dissatisfied. He kowtowed the dry tobacco in his hand on the soles of his shoes and said coldly: "What, do you think the old man will deceive you foreigners?"

Seeing this, Wei Tinghe quickly stepped forward and explained: "Old man, please calm down. We are not suspicious of you, we are just..."

However, the old farmer didn't give them much face, but interrupted him with a cold face: "Since you think the old man is lying to you, there is nothing to say, you can go!"

"no……"

"Let's go!"

I originally wanted to explain, but the old man didn't give me any face. He inserted the dry tobacco into his waist and went to work with a cold face.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other and smiled bitterly, thinking that the youngest of them was also a seventh-rank censor, who was also a figure in the capital. He never thought that after coming to Nanjing, he would be despised by an old farmer of a thousand households.

A guard stepped forward and said, "My sir, these mud legs are so presumptuous. The villain went over and caught them and apologized to you all?"

"Shut up, it's not embarrassing!" Lu Jianshen was in a bad mood and glared at the guard in anger and cursed, his mood even worse. They are now under the order to verify the case of Yang Feng and Cao Dazhong's yield of thousands of kilograms per mu. As the imperial envoy, every word and deed represent the emperor of the dynasty. If they make things difficult for an old rural farmer today for such reasons, if the news reaches the capital, they will probably become the laughing stock of the entire Shilin.

The horse patted the guard on the horse's legs and could only retreat in disappointment. When he secretly raised his head and looked at the adults, he found that the expressions of the adults were getting ugly.

After a long time, Wei Tinghe said in disbelief: "Can't the old farmer say the truth? These water trucks on the riverside were really made by Yang Feng?"

"This..." Li Youzhi pondered for a moment, "It's not impossible. After all, I have heard that Yang Feng has made more money every day by selling those glass mirrors and some of Obaro's magical skills in the past six months. It's probably no big deal to build a few water trucks."

"It must be so." As if he had found an excuse, several censors and censors around him also agreed.

Suddenly, Wei Ting and suddenly said: "Since those water trucks were built by Yang Feng, is it possible that the fact that the yield of thousands of kilograms per mu was true?"

The scene suddenly became cold. This time, everyone came to investigate the authenticity of the incident reported by Yang Feng and Cao Dazhong, but in fact, most people had already sentenced Yang Feng to death in their hearts. In their opinion, there was no need to investigate the matter at all. They directly arrested Yang Feng and Cao Dazhong for the crime of deceiving the emperor, but they were just shy of their faces by an old farmer, and their faces were still hurting. They didn't dare to be as sure as before.

Looking at the silent people, Li Youzhi, who was the representative of the imperial envoy, forced himself to cheer up and pointed ahead, "Let's go ahead and go quietly. I want to see what is the thing that claims to produce 30 stones per mu?"

"Yes... all of you go together!"

"Go together!"
Chapter completed!