"Fellow, how is the harvest this year?" Standing on the ridge of the field, Li Xingchen, dressed in casual clothes, shouted loudly to the field.
The distribution of wheat is still very widespread within the nine states of China, covering Jinghu and Ganzhou to the south. Especially now that it is still the Little Ice Age, the temperature is lower than in later generations, and the south is not that hot, which is obviously more conducive to the growth of wheat, so
The growth boundary is further south.
Jinghu is also one of the wheat producing areas.
The farmer who was busy harvesting in the field raised his head and saw so many people suddenly standing on the ridge of the field. Although they were all in plain clothes, they could tell just by looking at their appearance that they were Shangguan in disguise. He stood up in a hurry and said, "Okay!"
"Here, can you let me cut it off?" Li Xingchen shouted with interest.
"Your Majesty!" Yang Su and others accompanying him hurriedly tried to stop him.
The farmer also heard the sound on the field ridge.
His Majesty?
The rest of the farmers also raised their heads, and then fell to their knees at the same time. They never thought that His Majesty the Emperor, who symbolizes the Nine-Five-Nine-Five, would appear in this place, nor would they expect that His Majesty the Emperor would be like this.
He is young and looks no different from the boy next door except for his more luxurious clothes: "Common people see you, Your Majesty."
Li Xinchen smiled and stretched out his hand to help the oldest farmer up. He took the sickle and made gestures. In fact, Li Xinchen had never done anything like cutting wheat. He tried to grab the stem of the wheat and held a sickle against the root.
Go down.
This sickle is very fast and can cut the wheat directly.
Li Xingchen also became interested and took off his coat directly: "Old man, do you think I am right to do this?"
Perhaps because Li Xingchen's smile looked very friendly, the old man mustered up the courage and said: "Your Majesty should be like this, so that it can be faster. Otherwise, there is so much wheat, and we don't know how long it will take to harvest."
Li Xingchen nodded and watched the old man imitate his movements. But behind him, Yang Su and others had no choice whether they wanted to or not. His Majesty had already taken action himself. How could they be stunned? A group of people.
People also helped cut it. Although the speed was not fast, there were many people with great strength. In addition, many of Li Xingchen's personal guards were also from farmers, so they were quite familiar with it, so this wheat field was very interesting.
It will be harvested soon.
"Your Majesty, thank you very much, Your Majesty." The old man looked at the sweaty Li Xinchen and said repeatedly. He never thought that one day he would have the opportunity to harvest with His Majesty the Emperor.
Li Xingchen casually wiped the sweat with his sleeves, and several young people next to him had already handed over herbal tea. Li Ping looked over worriedly, but Li Xingchen waved his hand, and went straight over to drink the herbal tea in one gulp. This was just a tea stem.
The tea that was brewed and soaked in well water had nothing memorable about it, it was just a simple thirst quencher.
The officials behind also followed the same example. His Majesty had already drank, so what else did they have to be particular about? What's more, they had been busy for a long time under the bright sun and everyone was sweating a lot. It happened to be a good time to drink.
Take a breather while drinking tea.
No matter whether His Majesty wants to win over the people or is just having fun for a while, all you have to do is accompany him.
"Is the old man a local?" Li Xingchen spread his legs and sat on a stone on the roadside. This place happened to be under the shade of a big tree. Of course, the guards had already set up along the way to both sides of the road.
A pergola can be used to cover everyone. Otherwise, if a few people suffer from heatstroke in front of His Majesty, it will cause chaos.
"Your Majesty, the little old man's ancestors migrated from the Central Plains," the old man said hurriedly, "only the little old man's generation can be considered a Xiangyang native."
"The Central Plains has been in turmoil for a long time, and there is an endless stream of people migrating south." Li Xingchen couldn't help but lamented, "Who knows how much blood and tears are behind the phrase "national integration", "Now that our army has arrived in Chang'an, it is just around the corner to regain Guanzhong and the Central Plains. Old man, I can't help but sigh."
Want to go back to your hometown?"
The old man shook his head: "My little old man's home is already here, and his descendants have spread out. If you can't go back to your homeland, you can't go back."
Li Xingchen was silent for a moment.
In troubled times, for these ordinary people who have no way to control their own destiny, drifting with the crowd is indeed the best and only way. They leave their homes and are displaced, but they still tenaciously develop and survive. Perhaps this is why they are tenacious.
Because of this pioneering and enterprising spirit, this nation has been able to survive one trend after another, and even stood on top of the world for a time.
But this also means that when Li Xingchen continues to move forward in the future, he is likely to face more obstacles. Once the people have lost the idea of returning to the north, then this idea will naturally involve them.
The feudal landlord class is closely related to each other, and the interests of the feudal landlord class are naturally represented by various aristocratic families.
Therefore, it is understandable that aristocratic families are sometimes not very active in the Northern Expedition. After all, for them, going north often means starting from scratch, and it also means that they will lose the support of their tenants. The landlords themselves
They and their tenants are interdependent. If the landlords abandon their tenants and go north alone, it will be difficult for them to make a breakthrough.
This is why Li Xinchen has to support the industrial and commercial industry whether he likes it or not, because the industrial and commercial industry is more accustomed to and better at starting from scratch. This is the foundation for Li Xinchen to go further north in the future.
The old man seemed to notice that His Majesty the Emperor was a little displeased, and said hurriedly: "Two of the three sons of Xiao Lao'er are fighting in Guanzhong under the command of General Hussars. Maybe they will stay in Guanzhong later."
"Whether you are in Xiangyang or Guanzhong, you are all my subjects of the Han Dynasty. As long as you are loyal to the Han Dynasty, I will protect you." Li Xingchen also noticed the old man's nervousness and said with a smile, "It's getting late. Thank you, old man.
Hospitality.”
"Common people don't dare." The old man saluted hurriedly.
Li Xingchen looked at the many unharvested wheat fields and said in a deep voice: "This wheat is the life of my great man. Whether it is the rise and fall of the dynasty or the conquest of the army, it is closely related to this food. Whether it is bloody battles or good cultivation of this place.
I will never forget your contribution to every inch of our land. You are here for your own survival, and as long as you survive, the man will have a steady stream of blood and can continue to move forward, so be sure to cultivate the land here well.
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Several farmers looked at Li Xingchen quietly. They had never thought about it, nor dared to imagine that just cultivating a piece of land and feeding their families could have such an important meaning.
And Li Xingchen had already strode away.
"Saint, you really are a saint." The old man's hands trembled slightly, he picked up the tea bowl left by Li Xinchen and looked straight at Li Xinchen's back.