Chapter 926 It seems that Cheng Saburo is also thinking about pretending to be a ghost
Chapter 926 It seems that Cheng Sanlang has put a lot of thought into pretending to be a ghost (please subscribe and vote)
The three members of the Tang royal family, as well as a dozen elite guards, all stared blankly at the master of the Xuandu Temple who prostrated himself on the ground.
A gust of not-so-warm wind blew across the water of the lotus pond, causing some ripples.
A flying crow stood on the branch, quacking energetically...
Li Shimin's eyelids twitched wildly and he looked away from the visitor of Xuandu Temple.
He landed on the turtle again and looked at the stupid creature.
There was a strange spiritual turtle vibe all over his body, and it felt like there were thousands of horses galloping in his heart at the moment.
Li Shimin squeezed out a question from between his teeth.
"Has that boy Cheng Sanlang been here?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, and His Royal Highness King Wu, the Second Young Master Fang..."
All the people who knew the three demon moths very well had dark faces on their faces.
"...I knew it." Li Shimin had a dark face, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long sigh.
The Empress Changsun on the side pursed her lips in confusion, picked up her daughter, and buried her face in her body.
Li Shimin made a face and pointed at the stupid turtle in the pond.
"Zhao Kun, go and fish out that 'spiritual turtle' for me. I want to see what the hell it is."
Zhao Kun quickly stepped forward and stepped into the very warm water, except for his shoes and socks. After wading for seven or eight steps, he reached out and touched it.
Zhao Kun's eyes couldn't help but bulge. What kind of spirit turtle was this? It was clearly a hollow copper turtle.
Li Shimin watched Zhao Kun, who had a strange expression, move the motionless turtle, which was as stiff as iron, to the edge of the pool.
Putting it on the edge of the pond where the bluestone slabs were stacked, the bronze turtle collided with the hard bluestone slabs, and once again made a pleasant bell sound...
Li Shimin raised his leg and kicked it, feeling very happy.
"Oh, it's quite convincing. It seems that Cheng Sanlang has put some thought into pretending to be a ghost."
The fat and muscular guards around him poofed and grinned in amusement.
Empress Changsun, who had been trying to control herself and not wanting to lose her manners in front of others, suddenly turned red.
She glanced at her husband and quickly led Li Mingda to the side.
Although Li Mingda wanted to go up and touch the bronze turtle, she was a considerate and good girl.
Still, he suppressed his curiosity and walked with his mother towards the distance.
Empress Changsun came to an old willow tree that was about ten steps away from her husband. Li Mingda curiously caressed the lotus beside the pool.
Not only can she hear her husband's complaints, but also the uncontrollable changes in expression can be blocked by the cover of the willow trunk.
Li Shimin's eyes fell on the Xuandu Guanzhu who had red eyes, a sad expression, and looked like he was angry but dared not speak.
Presumably, this Xuandu Temple Master must have suffered a lot of grievances and suffered a lot.
"Come, tell me carefully, where did that turtle go, and how did it get into the lotus pond?"
After hearing His Majesty's words, Master Xuandu took a deep breath and showed an expression like a broken jar.
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Li Dejiao and the Tang Dynasty Rangers around him seemed to have turned into squatting stone sculptures at this moment.
Standing blankly on the edge of the emerald green field, looking at everything in front of me with dull eyes.
Next to me, a Han man who was born and raised in Linyi was pointing to this gentle and vast field road.
"These are rice plants that were just planted at the beginning of last month. They are growing very well this month. They will be ready for harvest in more than a month."
"Although the taste of this rice is not as good as other rice, it has an advantage. It is in Linyi Kingdom."
"It can be planted at any time, and the growth period is very short. The places farther south are also full of this kind of rice, so that Champa Kingdom can harvest all year round..."
After Wu Tunhu who was beside Li Dejiang came to his senses, he asked the farmer whose skin was tanned reddish brown by the harsh sun.
"Is it okay to harvest three crops a year?"
Then I saw the Han people from Linyi Kingdom nodded honestly.
"Three crops a year is normal."
"How much grain can be harvested in one season?" Li Dezhang stroked his heart, feeling that his heartbeat was about to burst.
The old Han farmer thought for a while and gave the answer. "If we, the Han people, farm as intensively as we do."
"One acre of land can produce about two dan of rice in one season. After three seasons, it will only be around six dan."
"Six stones?!" A group of heroic and courageous knights from the Tang Dynasty screamed in unison.
The old farmer was so frightened that he sat down on the field ridge and looked fearfully at these fat and strong Tang people with naked eyes.
The Qiangba leader from Luo City in the Linyi Kingdom touched his arms for the substantial ingot of gold sent by Li Guanren of the Tang Dynasty.
Then he strode forward, saluted Li Deji with a smile, and spoke in half-baked Chinese.
"Guan Li, I can testify that the Han people under my rule know better about farming than the people in Linyi.
So their harvest is indeed 20 to 30% higher than that of the locals in Linyi."
"Thank you, Mr. Qiangba, for your answer. Let's go back to the city first." Li Dejiang already knew what was going on.
He suppressed his inner excitement and entered the city together with the Linyi official who had already gotten on the line.
For the sake of the solid gold ingot, this Linyi leader happily entertained the dozens of people from the Tang Dynasty.
He also proudly introduced the country of Linyi and the customs and customs of their rare and large city.
At night, when Li Dejiang and others returned to the inn, they were not sleepy at all, but gathered together.
We talked excitedly about what we saw and heard today, but nothing came to mind.
I really saw this kind of rice that is harvested three times a year in Linyi Kingdom.
Wu Tunhu was so excited that his face was turning purple, his mouth was trembling, he rubbed his hands and whispered softly.
"If we can offer this kind of rice seed to the court, the people of the Tang Dynasty will no longer have to worry about famine."
"Yes, one acre of paddy field can earn six stones per year. Don't forget, we are in the south of the Yangtze River, where there is good farmland."
"After one year, the yield is only two dan per mu, which has tripled the amount."
"But I also heard from the old farmer today that in a land with hot weather and four seasons, this kind of rice can only be grown for three seasons."
"The Tang Dynasty has a vast territory. If we were in the north, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to grow this kind of rice.
On the other hand, the climate in the southern part of Lingnan where we came from is similar to that of Linyi State. If those places can also produce three crops a year..."