Chapter 68 The old man who is trying to plant rice will help you
Chapter 68
After receiving Wang Wei's signaling gaze, the waiter stepped aside with understanding. Wang Wei managed to maintain a smile.
"Since my nephew likes it so much, I will ask the people in the house to send a stone of rice to my nephew to take home."
Hearing these words, Yang Qian's eyes lit up. "Thank you so much, Commander Wang... I just have a humble request from my nephew. Can you give me a few more stones..."
The corner of Wang Wei's mouth twitched, and it took him a long time to maintain his calmness. "My dear nephew, what do you need so much rice for?"
I asked someone to bring this rice from Lingnan, but it took a lot of effort. Why are you so brazen?
Yang Qian pointed to the empty steamer and explained.
"My nephew doesn't want so much rice, but some rice seeds. The rice from my uncle's family has full grains, and the rice produced is fragrant. It is an excellent rice treasure."
"A few days ago, His Majesty rewarded my father with some land. Because it is adjacent to the Yellow River, my nephew once had the idea of planting rice..."
Wang Wei couldn't help but froze when he heard this, but looking at Yang Qian's appearance, he didn't mean to joke with him, so he couldn't help laughing.
"My dear nephew, he is dedicated to serving the country. This is a good thing, but dear nephew, do you know that this is the Central Plains..."
"Uncle Mingjian, when my father went home to visit his relatives a few days ago, he once mentioned that although many vassal states in the far north, including Goguryeo, Silla, and Baekje, are located in bitter cold, they still make a living by growing edible rice."
At this moment, Wang Wei really couldn't sit still and leaned forward. "Does your nephew really mean what he said?"
"My nephew, how dare you make fun of such a big thing? It's just that if you want to ask for rice seeds from those places, it will be extremely difficult.
But today I happened to encounter such a treasure of rice at my uncle's place, so my nephew had an idea. If I am presumptuous, I would like to ask my uncle to explain it."
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Wang Wei sat back slowly, stroking his long beard and saying warmly. "My dear nephew, these are the two banks of the Yellow River. People have made a living by growing millet since ancient times. You want to plant rice, so of course you have good intentions, but this will not be accomplished overnight...
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"This nephew understands, but he feels that since this is a good thing that benefits the country and the people, he should give it a try. If it doesn't succeed, it will be fine. If it succeeds, the people will be less famine..."
Yang Qian sat upright and replied calmly. Such an attitude made Wang Wei have to think more highly of Yang Qian.
At this time, the waiter came to Yang Qian's table with a bowl of steaming soup and reminded him in a low voice.
"This is hawthorn honey soup. Please enjoy it, young master, to help with digestion..."
"Well, thank you, please put it here." Yang Qian was extremely disgusted in his heart, but he could only show a hypocritical polite smile on his face.
You're only seven or eighty percent full, and you're just destroying your humanity by indigestion.
"I am very fortunate that my nephew was born in Xingyang and grew up in Xingyang. Xingyang County can produce such a talented and knowledgeable nephew.
The heroes who are willing to care about the country and the people and benefit the common people are Xingyang’s blessing and my blessing as well.”
Wang Wei walked slowly to Yang Qian and had to admit that her previous impression of Yang Qian only came from others.
For this old official who has been in high and low officialdom for decades, many people have great rumors. Only after meeting him will he realize that meeting someone is not as good as being famous, and the reality of a person who is too famous may not be commensurate with his reputation.
Looking back at Yang Qian, Wang Wei really has a feeling that being famous is not as good as meeting him. He is modest and polite, and his words and deeds are sincere and friendly.
Seeing that he, the dignified prefect of the county, was able to be neither humble nor arrogant, he was indeed, as the rumors said, a rare and learned man who cared about the world and was compassionate, a humble gentleman.
"Nowadays, I don't have much rice here, but don't worry, my dear nephew. Since you have such ambitions, as a parent in this county, how can I not support you?"
"In this case, you go back to Xingze first. I will send a letter to Lingnan today and ask them to send ten stones of rice seeds. If you need anything else, just come to me..."
"Thank you uncle. If possible, I wonder if I can hire two or three people who are good at growing rice. My nephew is willing to spend a lot of money to hire them."
"I will handle these things. My dear nephew, you are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. You are a rare and talented person. I will help you."
Yang Qian gratefully bowed to Wang Weishen. With the help of this Xingyang County governor, the resistance to his own trial of rice cultivation would indeed be greatly reduced.
Just as Yang Qian was about to say goodbye, he suddenly thought of something. Isn't Lingnan the land of Guangdong and Guangxi in the future? If we go further south, it will be Jiaozhi.
There, there was a type of rice that would make the Song Dynasty rich and the people well fed: Champa rice.
However, Yang Qian finally resisted what he blurted out. Compared with this, it would be more convincing to find a way to plant rice on both sides of the Yellow River first.
After all, even people in Lingnan probably know little about Zhancheng Rice, so there is no need for him to be too high-profile.
Wang Wei personally sent Yang Qian outside the hall door, then stopped and looked at Yang Qian's high and straight figure, as well as his handsome face that resembled his father's.
There is really a feeling that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach. "It's a pity that I have no daughter, otherwise, this would be a rare and good match..."
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What Wang Ping sent was not just one stone of rice, but two whole large sacks, weighing a hundred kilograms.
Yang Qian sat on the carriage, with two big sacks of rice placed behind the carriage, while Zhili sat side by side on the carriage shaft with the two carriage drivers, slowly heading out of the city.
Along the way, those pairs of hot eyes, the fingers pointing frequently in this direction, and the deliberate coquettish laughter made Yang Qian feel quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, at this time, the coachman was very familiar with speeding up, and his whip was flying, so that passers-by had to avoid it.
After rushing out of Xingyang City, the driver in his early forties turned his head and smiled honestly at Yang Qian.
"Young master, don't be nervous. I have seen this situation many times before when I was driving the carriage for the master.
At first, the master could not bear the disturbance, but later he became calm and composed. He just read books in the car and was not disturbed by worldly things."
Hearing what the coachman said, Yang Qian could only nod and smile. When the coachman rode forward again, he rubbed his face helplessly. It seemed that he would have to learn more from his father in the future.
After leaving the city and walking for more than ten miles, there were no people around for a long time. Even the fields were becoming sparse. There were only dense mountains and forests. The only thing that could point the direction was the yellow dirt road that was not covered by weeds.
"Why haven't we seen Brother Sixing and the others? We are not lost, right? Uncle De." Zhili sat on the carriage shaft and looked around. He had been following Yang Qian and rarely had the chance to leave Yingze.
"How could we possibly get lost? It's too late for us to leave Xingyang. I'm afraid it will still take us about ten miles. We should be able to catch up with them near dusk." Uncle De, the coachman, smiled honestly and explained patiently.
Following Uncle De's shouts, the carriage drove off the main road and drove onto the road leading directly to Xingze County. However, it could not go far, and the carriage stopped in place following Uncle De's shouts.
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