Chapter 991 The Promise Between Li Jing and Hong Niangzi
Chapter 991 The agreement between Li Jing and the Matchmaker (please subscribe and vote)
Li Jing stared blankly at the letter in his hand. It was a handwritten letter from Gu Da, the Grand Governor of Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion.
The contents of the letter were written in great detail, and the main idea was that your son Li Dezhang jumped here.
He said that he wanted to go south to Linyi to get a kind of rice that is harvested three times a year. Although Mr. Gu tried his best to persuade your son.
But the boy was too stubborn and quietly left Jiaozhou with his brothers and headed south.
After that, a full twenty days later, Li Dejiang returned. When he came back, he not only brought back thousands of kilograms of rice seeds that were said to be able to be harvested three times a year.
He also brought several Han households who grew this type of rice and asked Gu Da to try growing it in Jiaozhou.
Gu Da had no choice but to agree to Li Dejiang's request.
As for whether this kind of rice could be grown for three seasons, Gu could not guarantee it, but Li Dejiao and the Han people he brought back were very sure.
Therefore, Mr. Gu specially sent a letter to his former boss and benefactor to inform him.
Anyway, your son wants to be a farmer here, and there's nothing I can do about it, but don't worry, boss, he will definitely be safe here and there will be no danger.
When he finishes his troubles and feels that it is no longer interesting, he will send someone to escort Li Dejiang back to Chang'an soon.
Dressed in red, he didn't know when he came to Li Jing's side, and with a delicate hand, he copied the letter.
Those long eyebrows on her temples are as sharp as swords, just like her character.
Seeing his wife reading the letter carefully, Li Jing sighed tiredly.
After reading this letter, the red lady's lips raised happily, seeing her husband's helpless look.
She stretched out her hand and carefully massaged her husband's shoulders and back while speaking.
"I didn't expect that Erlang actually found those three crops of rice to cultivate."
After hearing this, Li Jing couldn't help but groan.
"That boy may have been deceived by those Linyi people. If Linyi really has such rice that can be grown for three crops in one year, why don't you give it to me, the Tang Dynasty?"
The red lady couldn't help but curled her lips and tapped her husband's forehead, which was already covered with wrinkles, with her fingers.
"Husband, do you think Lin Yiguo is sincerely loyal to me, Datang? I don't even believe it myself."
"Having said that, I always feel that the idea of three-season rice is simply nonsense."
"Only fools like us Erlang think that stuff is real."
"Oh?" The red lady looked at her grumbling husband and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
"What if it's true?"
Li Jing just raised his head and looked at his wife standing behind him, who was still as beautiful as ever.
He gently held her hand and slowly closed his eyes, raising the corners of his mouth.
"If it is true, then I will no longer interfere with his affairs from now on."
"But what if not?"
"If not, how about I promise to my husband that I will keep this boy under your control and let him stay under your eyes so that he can get married as soon as possible?"
"It's a deal!" Li Jing smiled and raised his palm.
The red lady couldn't help but smile sweetly, stretched out her palms, and after adding them together, their fingers and palms clasped together again...
#####
At the end of February in the north, the greenery finally appears, and the annoying chill finally disappears.
However, the falling spring rain seems to be mixed with a bit of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
But at this moment, the southernmost part of the Tang Empire, outside Jiaozhou City, the seat of the Jiaozhi Governor's Mansion, made people mistakenly think that it was the autumn day that was full of fruits but unfortunately a bumper harvest.
The three-season rice plants in more than 1,700 acres of rice fields are now golden.
Compared with the surrounding greenery, it looks so dazzling and eye-catching in the sun.
Whether it is Governor Gu Da, the top military and political leader of the Jiaozhou Governor's Office, or Lu Zhizhou, who is responsible for managing local civil affairs.
They all stood in front of the vast rice fields, watching the excited farmers happily harvesting the ripe rice.
Every time the sickle is struck, the ripe rice will fall down, and then it will be cut into a pile, and it will be in the hands of the men who are threshing the millet.
The men who were threshing millet just picked up the golden rice and beat it hard against the edge of the big bucket.
Through such brutal beating, the golden grains were freed from their restraints and fell into the huge wooden bucket.
There are also children and old people walking in the dry rice fields, picking up the ears or grains that have fallen into the rice fields.
Gu Da, a soldier from the north, raised his head and glanced at the blazing sun. Looking at the scene of the harvest in front of him, he was filled with emotion.
"To be able to see the harvest scene in such a season, Gu is really..."
Lu Zhizhou nodded. As an official with a background as a scholar, he was smiling like a kind old farmer.
"What the Governor said is absolutely true, and so is the rank and file. It is the first time I see a good harvest in late spring."
"Listen to what the old man said, we can start sowing again in about a month..."
"By the way, where is Mr. Li? Why didn't I see him?"
Gu Da chuckled and pointed at the group of tall black-faced men in the busy crowd in front of him.
This group of burly men is threshing grain. After all, they are all rangers and have a lot of strength.
Gu Da looked at his benefactor's youngest son with satisfaction. This boy was simply his lucky star.
Gu Da was quite uneasy at first. After all, it was ripe three times a year, so it was a bit too scary to say it.
But he didn't worry for long, when he saw with his own eyes the rice grains beginning to ear in the farmland.
Gu Da, the entire Jiaozhou officialdom, and the Jiaozhou people almost went crazy with joy.
After that, both the soldiers and the people worked harder and harder to cultivate the huge plain in Jiaozhou.
"By the way, Lu Zhizhou, how much farmland can be cultivated by April?"
"According to the Governor, by the end of last month, a total of 200,000 acres of land had been cultivated, and in the first half of this month, almost 80,000 acres had been cultivated."
"When the farming season starts in April, I'm afraid it will grow to almost 500,000 acres."
"Furthermore, the land in Jiaozhou is very fertile and has dense rivers. With river mud as fertilizer, the yield of these newly cultivated fields will not be much worse."
"It's just that, Grand Governor, we are already short of manpower. Among the Annan Governor's Mansion and several states, only Jiaozhou is Zhongzhou."
"But there are only 20,000 households, no more than 117,000 people, and no more than 30,000 young men..."
Gu Da's face couldn't help but look a little ugly, but he soon cheered up.
It can only be harvested three times a year. As long as your Majesty has some sense, he will definitely understand the importance of the Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion.