There is a saying that the ducks are prophet when the spring river is warm, but the farmers still think that the spring plowing is too late.

As soon as spring came, the fields were carefully prepared by farmers for cultivation. By now, the water in spring was warm and lush.

Outside Yingtian City, the old man planted Hongshao's farm with his own hands and became busy again. This manor covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres has been donated by Li Jinglong and Deng Ping to become a royal villa, but it is remembered in the name of the Ministry of Revenue's Military Farming Department and is used to cultivate excellent Hongshao seeds.

"It's still so comfortable!"

The old man was wearing coarse cloth clothes, standing in the village, looking at the neat fields and staggered hills, his wrinkled face stretched out with a smile.

Then, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A complex smell poured into the nose, which was mixed with the earthy smell of feces and mud. It didn't smell very good, but it was the favorite taste of farmers.

Zhu Yunxiu stood beside the old man, supporting the old man's arm, and smiled, "This farm has never been abandoned. What was the same when you lived in the past? The slopes and mountain fields where you planted Hongshu with your own hands were fertilized in the beginning of spring, and the seeds used have been prepared for you long ago!"

"Yeah!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's live here in the future. You can live in the empty Forbidden City by yourself!" As he said that, he explained, "Tell you, don't put the whole inner and outer three layers of soldiers, we are uncomfortable!"

Li Jinglong, behind Zhu Yunsheng, leaned his head slightly and smiled, "Don't worry, Supreme Emperor, know that you love purity, there is a battalion of soldiers stationed around this farm..."

"Retreat!" the old man waved his hand.

Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Yunxi's expression and continued to smile, "This... I am afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Someone wants to assassinate the king and kill him?" the old man cursed with a smile, "There are ordinary people within a radius of dozens of miles. Who are you guarding against?"

At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly froze, pointing to a figure in the nursery in the distance and saying, "Then the young man looks familiar!"

"You forgot that he is the military field officer you ordered!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "It's Yang Rong!"

"Oh, we remember him, he is still a Jinshi!" As he said that, the old man waved, "Young Master, come here!"

Yang Rong in the distance heard the cry and quickly put down the things in his hand and walked over quickly.

He was originally a handsome and handsome family, but now his face was a little dark, his boots and trousers were covered with mud, and his originally delicate hands also had calluses.

"I'm so proud of me..."

"Don't kneel!" the old man smiled, "Let's ask you, how is Hongshu now promoting it?"

"If you go back to the Emperor, Hongshu has been widely promoted in Gansu Town, Liaodong, Central Plains, Jiangxi and Yunnan." Yang Rong said, "But due to integrity, the harvest of Central Plains and Jiangxi provinces is the best, followed by Jiangxi!"

As he said, he smiled and said, "My hometown of Fujian, many mountains have also begun to plant Hongshao. After a bumper harvest among villagers in Changle, Fuzhou, he gave this Hongshao an alias name!"

"What's the name?" the old man was interested and asked with a smile.

"Long live grain!" Yang Rong smiled, "The people are grateful for the kindness of the Supreme Emperor, so they call Hongshu the Wansai Grain. I also heard that the villagers in poor mountainous areas are grateful for your kindness. They should spontaneously build a Wansai Temple for you and worship your old body statues. But..."

The old man stood up his eyebrows, "But what?"

"But the local officials politely refused on the grounds that they were not in line with the etiquette!" Yang Rong whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan behind the old man shouted, "That bird official is very clear about it. People love Emperor Dai and want to build a temple. What should he stop him? Emperor, please give me a verbal order and catch the bird official in the capital. I will whip him a few times!"

"You kill your talent!" The old man laughed and scolded, "It is right not to build a temple!" He said, sighing, "If the people love us, they will naturally remember it in their hearts. But if we build a temple for us to express our love, then other places should learn well, and it will be like this everywhere in the waste of money. At that time, it is superficial, and there may not be many people sincere!"

As he said that, he looked at Yang Rong again, "We remember that you were a young man and a white-faced scholar. In just one year, you have seen that there is no difference between you and a farmer. Ha, tell me, is it difficult to farm or study?"

Yang Rong possessed himself and performed a ritual, "Farming is a hundred times more difficult than reading! I used to study, and I heard that every grain of rice is hard, only knowing its appearance but not its hardships. Now I know that it is not just hardships, but every grain of rice is blood and sweat!"

"You are not in vain!" The old man laughed.

Zhu Yunxi's eyes were always looking at Yang Rong. Yang Rong used to be a little impetuous, but now he is mostly pragmatic and simple.

"You have made contributions this year!" Zhu Yunsheng said, "The Ministry of the Military Field Department has promoted you one level. If you look back, you will be advised to the head of the Agricultural Department!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong was overjoyed, "I thank the emperor for his kindness!"

The head of the official was only a half-rank promotion, and he was still a fifth-rank official in the capital. He could persuade the Agricultural Office to manage all the agricultural affairs of the provinces of the Ming Dynasty, and a typical official had a small power. Moreover, the country was the foundation, and taking on this official position could bring a bright future.

For a moment, Yang Rong was a little excited. Among the Jinshis of the same year as him, he asked himself that he had the best talent and knowledge, but his career wasted. God paid off. From today on, he finally came from behind.

"Woon! Woon!"

At this moment, a few dog barking came from the fields on the hillside in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, Liujin and Xiaofuer appeared happily between the fields. The two children ran away with a smile. Xiaofuer was in the front and six jin was behind them. Two puppies were followed by them, and a row of terrified eunuchs.

"Old ancestor, come quickly, grandson caught the earthworm!" Liu Jin shouted with a wave of his little hand.

"Brother Xu!" Xiao Fu'er also shouted, "Liujin caught the earthworm and scared me!"

"Hahaha!" Seeing this, everyone laughed.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Let's go with us to the field and take a look!"

After saying that, he led a group of people behind him, such as Wuding Marquis Guo Ying, Heqing Marquis Zhang Yi, He Rong and Zhu Shou, and others, and walked forward step by step.

"When I was young, you followed us to fight. Now that I am old, you follow us to farm!" The old man laughed heartily, "This is also a beginning and an end!"

A group of old men followed the old man with a smile.

In the sunshine, their figures entangled with each other and reflected in the field full of vitality.

"Your Majesty, farming is actually the same as fighting!" Guo Ying laughed, "It's all about the guys!"

"How can that be the same?" someone shouted, "War is to smash people's heads, farming is to smash mud!"

"It's all a fucking smash, you'll be done with your efforts!"

~

Seeing the old man walking away with a group of people, the smile on Zhu Yunxi's face somehow suddenly changed from a smile to a melancholy.

Li Jinglong was beside him, and when he saw his face change, he hurriedly said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"What day is today?" Zhu Yunxi asked faintly.

"March 5th!" Li Jinglong thought about it and spoke.

"March...more than two months left!" Zhu Yunxiu felt sour in his heart, and he felt like he wanted to cry.
Chapter completed!