I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 57 Autumn Harvest
After a while.

Fang Xiu, dressed in the scarlet robe of the crane, came in front of the empress.

"I see you, Your Majesty!"

Wu Mingkong sat behind the dragon chair, looked up, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Fang Xiu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Does Your Majesty know what day tomorrow is?"

When Wu Mingkong heard this question, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

"I knew how this courtier could forget my birthday."

She looked indifferently, looked at Fang Xiu, and pretended to be casual, "What date?"

Fang Xiu said with some grief: "How can Your Majesty forget such an important day!"

Obviously asking questions.

For some reason, Wu Mingkong couldn't get angry, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his fair face was very cold, and he said:
"What day is so important, I still have to remember it."

Fang Xiu broke his heart and said:
"Tomorrow is the first day of autumn harvest! The sweet potatoes in the suburbs are already ripe!"

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Wu Mingkong lost his focus for a moment, and it took him a while to react.

Originally he was talking about the autumn harvest...

The empress who aspires to be a virtuous monarch should have been excited when she heard the word "autumn harvest".

But at this moment, she always felt a little lost in her heart.

But I don't know where this loss comes from.

[Emotion value +2000]

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu, squeezed out a smile, and said, "So it's the autumn harvest, but I was too busy to forget."

Fang Xiu sighed, and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, agriculture is the foundation of the world, and the people depend on it for their livelihood... how can you forget such an important thing!"

If it were on a normal day, when Wu Mingkong heard this, he would definitely reply with a few words not to be outdone.

But at this moment, he didn't feel that way, he just said:

"You are right. I have neglected this matter."

Fang Xiu looked at the somewhat disappointed female emperor and asked, "Why is your Majesty uncomfortable looking at you? But that one is here?"

Wu Mingkong's clear eyes revealed a hint of bewilderment, which one is that?
It took a while to respond.

He was talking about menstruation.

This bastard!
Wu Ming gave Fang Xiu a blank look, scolded him in his heart as a disciple, and didn't bother to argue with him.

Seeing that the Empress ignored him, Fang Xiu said again: "Does Your Majesty have anything to say to the minister?"

Wu Mingkong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't come out, just said: "No."

Fang Xiudao: "The minister will retire first!"

After speaking, he stood up and saluted, then turned around and was about to leave.

Wu Mingkong looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and stopped him.

"and many more!"

Fang Xiu turned his head and looked at Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong gritted his teeth and said, "You came to the palace just to tell me about the autumn harvest tomorrow?"

Fang Xiu patted his head when he heard this, and said: "I have one more thing, if it wasn't for your majesty's reminder, I almost forgot!"

Wu Mingkong asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Fang Xiudao: "Tomorrow Maoshi, farmers in the northern outskirts of the city will start digging the land, and I would like to ask Your Majesty and all the officials to work with the farmers.

Let's see if the yield per mu of sweet potatoes is fifteen times that of rice as I said! "

Wu Mingkong was a little confused when he heard this.

Tomorrow is my birthday, you actually let me go out of the city to dig the land?
It's nothing.

What annoys her the most is that Fang Xiu, a bastard, seems to have really forgotten her birthday!

When the late emperor was around, this sycophant was obviously not like this!

He bullies her every day, but he can't even remember her birthday!

So angry!
Sitting on the dragon chair, Wu Mingkong felt a stagnant air rising in his chest, unable to swallow or spit out, it was very uncomfortable.

at this time.

Fang Xiu's voice came again.

"His Majesty?"

Wu Mingkong squinted at Fang Xiu, and said coldly: "I know, I will be there at Maoshi tomorrow."

When Fang Xiu heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Then you can rest assured, I will leave!"

After speaking, without staying any longer, he turned and left.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, watching his back gradually drifting away, feeling agitated in his heart, but he didn't know who to confide in.

after all.

It was her decision not to celebrate her birthday.

Even if Fang Xiuzhen forgot her birthday, she shouldn't complain, she should be happy.

but.

Do not know why.

she just can't be happy
Wu Mingkong took a deep breath, suppressed the boredom and loss in his heart, looked at Lin Wan'er, and ordered:

"Bring me the memorial, I won't rest today!"

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Mao Shi.

It was just dawn.

Bursts of mist in the air, mixed with the smell of soil after the rain, drifted over the fields.

In various parts of Dagan, countless farmers are already carrying hoes and working in the fields.

A sweet potato field somewhere on the outskirts of Chang'an.

Wu Mingkong stood at the head of the field, looking at the lush greenery in front of him, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

In her eyes, the autumn harvest must be more important than her own birthday.

Especially this year's autumn harvest is even more important!
because!

This year's autumn harvest, the first batch of sweet potatoes just ripened!
According to that bastard.

The yield per mu of sweet potatoes can reach [-] times that of rice!
If all this is true, it means that Dagan will never be in a crisis of food shortage again!
Nong, the capital of the world!

Food is the foundation of everything!

The main reason why the Qian Kingdom has been unable to develop and grow is that the land is barren and there are too few fertile fields!

As a result, the food produced is not enough to feed the people.

Even the people can't get enough to feed, let alone rearmament, business development...

The people have to stop being hungry before they can think about doing other things.

Qian country can prosper as she imagined.

"There is no need to have fifteen times as much rice, as long as there are five times, no, three times, it is enough!"

Wu Mingkong's bright eyes stared at the sweet potato leaves in the field.

Although there was no expression on his face, he was very disturbed in his heart.

All the civil and military officials stood not far from the empress, looking at the farmers working, with expressions of compassion on their faces.

A censor sighed and said: "Tian's family has a few idle months, and people are very busy in August. It's really not easy for these farmers!"

As soon as this word comes out.

All the officials were deeply convinced and sighed one after another.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped into the soil. Although this farmer is illiterate and does not read sages, he can still rank among the four people. That's why!"

"It's not easy, it's really not easy!"

I sighed for a while.

The censor who was the first to speak suddenly felt a sense of compassion, compose a poem on the spot and said loudly:
"The Tian family has a leisurely month, and people are busy in August.

Today I have no merit, and I have never been a farmer.

Lilu had three hundred stones, and Yan had surplus food.

I am ashamed to read this, and I will never forget it. "

This poem comes out.

Many censors looked over and praised: "Master Bai has a brilliant literary talent, but also worries about the common people. He is really a role model for us!"

"Where is there! Compared with the hard-working farmers, I am just a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken. Seeing the suffering in this world, I feel something, and I can't help sighing a few words."

The censor waved his hand, still showing compassion.

When the officials of the surrounding ministries heard this, they all looked sideways.

Qin Xingyan, Minister of the Household Department, looked at him, didn't say anything, but cursed in his heart: "The censor, who is a son of a bitch, knows how to talk all day long, such a poor farmer, I don't see you going down to help them!"

All the officials of the various ministries looked at this group of censors, and they more or less had the same mentality.

Just now.

Fang Xiu's voice suddenly sounded.

"Since Bai Yushi is so worried about the people, let's distribute the three hundred shi to the people this year!"

(End of this chapter)