The imperial guards came fiercely and poured into Wen Yanpei's mansion like a tide.
Wen Yanpei's face turned pale. He didn't care about his fainted wife and panicked daughter, and hurriedly ran to check the situation.
I saw the queen's brother Xiao Weiliang walking among the guards with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, walking leisurely, looking around at the scenery of Wen Mansion, as if he was strolling in a garden.
"Commander Xiao, what do you mean by suddenly leading people into the Xiaguan's residence?" Wen Yanpei stepped forward to greet him and asked.
Xiao Weiliang looked at the person coming with a contemptuous expression. "Mr. Wen, you are very courageous. You dare to deceive the Holy Emperor and make fun of the king's life."
He straightened his sleeves and chuckled: "His Majesty ordered us to take you to the prison to wait for interrogation by the Ministry of Punishment."
Wen Yanpei felt his head buzzing, and the sounds in his ears seemed far away, "How could it be? The official just came back from the palace, and the saint asked his ministers to supervise the medicinal materials..."
Xiao Weiliang sneered, "I am also acting under orders. I don't know the other reasons. If Dr. Wen has anything to say, just go to the court of the Ministry of Justice and say it."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the Imperial Guards rushed over, restrained Wen Yanpei on the left and right, and put chains on his neck and wrists.
"No! Commander Xiao, please listen to what Xianguan said. The queen really asked Xianguan to urge the medicine again. No, no, the medicine has been sent. It will arrive in a few days. Xianguan swears that he will cure the king.
"
Wen Yanpei anxiously explained over and over again: "Commander Xiao, I did not deceive the Holy Majesty. I can really cure the king. Please report back to Grand Master Xiao. For the sake of the past..."
"Shut up, I don't want to hear nonsense."
Xiao Weiliang interrupted him impatiently and ordered the imperial guards: "Stop his mouth."
One of the Imperial Guards bent down and took off Wen Yanpei's shoes, pulled off his socks, and stuffed Tuanba Tuanba into Wen Yanpei's mouth.
Wen Yanpei struggled desperately: ...wuwuwuwu...
A hundred miles away, Wen Hengchuan was rushing towards the capital at high speed, followed closely by several servants on horseback behind him, all of whom were miserable.
Everyone's thighs were bruised from running so fast, and they didn't even have a chance to apply medicine. I don't know why the eldest son was in such a hurry.
Not to mention the turbulence of the Wen family thousands of miles away, Dongchen Village in Chuanhe Town ushered in a great harvest.
Of course, this is not a bumper harvest of grain, but a bumper harvest of golden fungus and snow fungus.
Today, ten of the twenty-eight households in Dongchen Village have grown golden fungus and snow fungus.
These include Wang Ke's family, Li Dayong's Li Eryong's family, Aunt Wang's family, the three sons of village leader Chen Sanyou, and the Chen family.
There were also several families, all of whom were in relatively difficult circumstances in the village. When they bought the strains, they gave Jiang Sanlang credit, saying that they would pay off the money when the golden ears were sold.
This is also the last harvest this autumn, and everyone is looking forward to it.
The villagers who had not made an appointment for the bacteria last time were also gearing up now, secretly waiting at the door of Jiang Sanlang's house. When they saw him coming back, they immediately gathered around him.
"Sanlang, it's my turn this time. I promised you last time."
"Brother Jiang, it's my turn. This time it's my family's turn."
"And me, I've been waiting twice."
The villagers talked a lot, fearing that they would not be able to identify the strains.
Jiang Sanlang said helplessly: "It's cold now, so I can't give you the bacteria. If you don't store them properly, you won't be able to produce them next year. Let's put them in order first, and then I'll give them to you in order."
The villagers nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Everyone was jostling and arranging their order, and almost got into a fight because of who came first and who came last.
Ying Bao stuck her head out of the window and counted the number of people.
Oh, there are more than twenty people, one person represents one household, that is, about twenty households.
With so many households in need of strains, if each household needs fifty strains, that would be more than a thousand strains.
My father took out all the strains, and there probably wasn’t enough.
Yingbao counted the clay pots collected in his cave. There were thirty pots of bacteria in total. It was estimated that up to four hundred golden ears and two hundred snow ears could be separated.
Still too little.
Of course, these high-quality strains of bacteria bred by me are not given to the villagers, but kept for their own use.
She wanted to improve the quality of her golden fungus and snow fungus, and asked her father to hand over ordinary varieties to the villagers for planting.
In this way, no matter how many people grow golden fungus and snow fungus, our own shipping price will not be affected.
It seems that I have to cultivate another batch of high-quality bacteria to replace my father and uncle's strains next spring.
The sunshine in early September is still warm and the weather is getting dry.
Autumn tax collection has basically ended, winter wheat has been planted, and paddy fields have been plowed. We are just waiting for the winter snow to freeze and kill the pests in the soil.
In previous years, this time would mean that the busy farming season was over and people could finally take some time off.
Only some families would go to the mountains to dig up three- or four-year-old kudzu roots and bring them back, grind them into pieces and grind them into powder.
However, the villagers of Dongchen Village were extremely busy. Every family began to build bamboo sheds and used stone mortars to pound rice husks, wheat bran and sawdust. They were very busy.
Carts loaded with clay pots were pulled in one after another and distributed to various households.
Many people also have bamboo rake beds set up in front of their homes. The bamboo beds are covered with clean reed mats. On the mats, yellow mushrooms are shining, golden and dazzling, which makes the villagers in nearby villages feel strange.
"What are you showing off?" Chen Changsheng, the village leader of the West Village, came over with his hands behind his back and asked Chen Sanyou, the village leader of the East Village.
Chen Sanyou was turning over his golden ears and said without raising his head: "Mushrooms."
Chen Changsheng: "I know it's a mushroom, but I'm just asking why you grow it? Can you sell it for money?"
He asked knowingly.
Chen Sanyou rolled his eyes at him, "I won't be able to eat it if I don't sell it for money."
He has been annoyed by this Chen Changsheng since he was a child. Although they are both from the Chen family, they are distant cousins, but they rarely interact with each other. They don't even say hello when they walk across from each other.
It wasn't for any reason, it was just because they both fell in love with a beautiful young lady from another village at the same time, but they were cheated by Chen Changsheng.
In fact, it can't be said that she was prying. The young lady didn't even say a few words to him, and she wasn't familiar with Chen Changsheng.
He was angry because Chen Changsheng was so dishonest that he secretly found the young lady's brother and told the young man that there was a boy in Chen Village who coveted his sister.
Not bad, the young man was furious on the spot.
So one day, Chen Sanyou was blocked by the young lady's brother and was punched twice in the face.
Of course, Chen Changsheng was not in a good situation either. The little lady's brother ordered her not to come closer than ten feet to his sister, otherwise she would break her legs.
When he thought of this, Chen Sanyou became very angry. Unfortunately, he was only nine years old at the time, two years younger than Chen Changsheng, so he thought he could not beat this bitch.
And I am not as smart as him, and I can't think of any tricks to trick him.
Later, when they grew up, they each married wives, and the matter was settled.
But since then, this incident has become an eternal pain in Chen Sanyou's heart. Whenever he thinks about it, he gets upset and even dreams of beating Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue and glanced at Chen Sanyou, as if he were looking at a fool: "When did your family become so poor that they dried mushrooms for food? I guess there are hundreds of them here. Is it enough for your family to eat for two months?"
"It's none of your business!" Chen Sanyou said angrily: "If you have nothing to do, go back to your West Village. We don't need you to worry about our village. You'd better take care of Chen Ergou in your village."
Chen Changsheng curled his lips and was not angry at being yelled at. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Don't think I don't know. This thing was created by Jiang Sanlang in your village. His family made a fortune from it. No one in our West Village is blind."
"
Chen Sanyou: "I think you are like a blind man. Since you know how to come to my place, why are you beeping?"
"Can't I meet him?"
Chen Changsheng picked up a golden ear and looked through it, and said slowly: "We are all from the same village. If there is any good thing, just hide it. Speaking of which, we are still brothers. You can't write two Chens in one sentence. Don't be petty.
, you still need to correct this problem that you have had since childhood..."
