I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 12 The Birth of Quyuanli
Tian Cao Shi Wang He stood on a hillside next to Guantian, stretched his neck, and looked anxiously in the direction of Changyi City.

The hem of the white-washed robe on his body has been turned up, pinned to the ribbon around his waist, and the hem of the trousers he is wearing has also been rolled up.

Wang He didn't wear shoes on his feet, so they were covered with grayish-yellow soil. Because of the loss of moisture, the soil cracked into small pieces, like dry and cracked land.

The Han Dynasty already had trousers with continuous ranks, but only the poor would wear them. Most Confucian scholars and upper-class people still wore trousers without crotch. Just sitting.

Wang He's attire is neither official nor agricultural. If it weren't for the yellow ribbon around his waist, he would really be no different from an ordinary peasant.

Tian Cao's official field is located beside a small river five miles north of Changyi City. Because there is silt alluvial from the river, the fertility is very good, and it can be regarded as a middle field with fertile soil.

On normal days, there are not many farmers working here, but today it is much more lively than usual: Dozens of people are sitting in small groups by the fields and on the river bank.

These people are all experienced old farmers in the surrounding villages, all of them are at least five or sixty years old, with dark skin and rough like winter bark.

They gathered here today to wait for their sect to teach them how to use the new plow in the official field. According to Wang Cao Shi, this kind of strange plow is called a Quyuan plow, which was made by the sect. Help them cultivate the land better.

"Wang Caoshi, is the door down?" An old farmer named Wang Laosi patted his butt and stood up, shouting at Wang He on the hillside.

"Yeah, you're not lying to us, are you?" The old farmer named Meng San next to Wang Laosi asked while rubbing his feet.

These two old farmers had the most prestige among the crowd, and they were quite experienced in farming. They had dealt with Wang He a lot, and they were not afraid of the rank of the other party's mere two hundred stones, so they dared to yell.

Everyone went out early in the morning today, so they were a little impatient by now.

Now that these two old farmers started, everyone else started "bluffing", and the vulgar country slang was shot at Wang He like a cluster of arrows.

"What are you arguing about, what are you arguing about, the door is busy today, and what we have to deal with is not just about our Tian Cao, what about us people and so on." Wang He shouted, his voice was like a broken gong So hoarse.

"I've never said anything wrong with my subordinates. My subordinates are fair and upright, and I'm sure you won't lie to us. What I'm afraid of is that you don't have the ability to win this opportunity and play tricks on us old bones on purpose."

"Brother Wang is talking about who you are and who you are. Without a disciple, you can't do anything practical."

This group of old farmers were all older than Wang He, and they regarded themselves as elders in front of Wang He, so they didn't take each other seriously at all.

When the subject was mentioned, everyone's topic naturally turned to Liu He, and they all praised Liu He.

To be on the safe side, Liu He did not disclose his identity in front of these old farmers, and the old farmers rarely went to the city, let alone the Changyi palace, so no one knew Liu He's real identity.

Until this moment, Wang Laosi and the others only thought that Liu He was just an ordinary official in the prime minister's mansion.

"I, Wang Laosi, traveled to many places when I was young, and met many people with ribbons around their waists, but none of them are as smart as my disciples."

"That's right, it's too condescending to just be a disciple."

"Yes, those Confucian scholars have lost their minds in reading."

"Let me put my words here, one day my disciples will be able to promote Xiaolian."

"If you are Xiaolian, you can go anywhere, at least you can be a prefect or a state minister in the future."

"Not to mention anything else, such a half-grown young man under the sect is so proficient in farming, and he is willing to go to the field himself, which is much better than those elders in Chang'an who use gold and silver seals."

The mouths of the old farmers were frothy, and the hands that rubbed their feet didn't stop.

In their view, if their subordinates become high officials one day, it will be the same as their own nephews becoming high officials.

If they knew that the sect was the "Changyi One Plague" who used to lead people to trample young crops in the middle of the night, I don't know how they would feel.

When a group of old farmers were talking and rubbing comfortably, Wang He, who had been watching on the hillside for a few quarters of an hour, shouted again in a voice like a broken gong.

"Come on, come on, the door is down, the door is down!"

Wang He's voice woke up the other old farmers, and they all stood up from the ridges and river banks at once, and ran towards the official road down the hillside in a swarm.

Under everyone's attentive eyes, the familiar dilapidated carriage unhurriedly drove over from the path and stopped in front of them.

"Hey, old folks, the younger generation is late and kept everyone waiting. I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Wait soon, wait, we old guys live an extra day is a waste of food, where is the time of the disciples so precious."

Wang Laosi's words drew everyone's approval.

"You old people can't say that. If there is an old man in a family, if there is a treasure, if Changyi country is a big family, then you old people are the treasures of our Changyi country!"

If these few words were spoken by Changyi Prime Minister An Le, everyone would just listen to them. At most, they would kneel down and kowtow, shouting "Mingfu Shengming" a few times.

But now from Liu He's mouth, the effect is completely different,
Every word touched the hearts of these old farmers who have dealt with the land all their lives. Everyone felt warm in their hearts, and some old people even shed tears.

In this era, it is still a luxury to have enough to eat. It is not uncommon to "abandon the old" during times of famine. It is not easy to respect and respect the elderly.

"It's getting late, let's go try the plow now."

"promise."

Everyone agreed repeatedly, and a few excited old farmers stepped forward, wanting to reach out to hold Liu He's hand.Fortunately, Wang He was so excited that he quickly blocked all these people back. Their hobby of rubbing their feet could not escape Wang He's eyes.

Surrounded by everyone, Liu He walked to the ridge of Guantian. Without hesitation, he took off his shoes and threw them to Yu Wuyou.

Then, he rolled up his trousers again, and led the crowd directly into the field.

This season, when the spring rains continued, the soil in the field was wet and slippery. Liu He didn't feel a little bit fond of the touch of stepping on it, but he still walked on step by step without changing his face.

It was only five or six feet away from the ridge of the field to the Quyuanli in the middle of the field, but Liu He almost fell down several times: being willing to do something and doing it well are not the same.

After Liu He walked to Quyuanli, he carefully observed the plow, front, back, left, right, and left. He found that the production process was still passable, and there were almost no flaws. It seemed that the craftsman's craftsmanship was trustworthy.

"Uncle Wang and Uncle Meng, come and help me put the plow on the back of the ox."

"promise."

(End of this chapter)