Wind rises time and space gate

Chapter 460 Harvest
Zhao Guangyuan went to the palace to report that the winter wheat on the emperor's farm was ripe. In fact, he wanted to ask the emperor for full power to dispose of it.

I planted winter wheat last autumn. Fortunately, the weather was good and the harvest went smoothly, but there are still many things to do next. He didn't want too many people watching this.

Emperor Zhizheng had forgotten this matter after a winter. Fortunately, food is the foundation of the country and the people. Emperor Zhengzheng paid great attention to it after hearing what Zhao Guangyuan said.

"Is it all ready?" It snowed a lot last winter, and now that spring has started, it snows a few times, but you haven't been cold yet? Did you get through it all?
Zhao Guangyuan glanced at him lightly, and suddenly didn't want to speak anymore, and just nodded.

Emperor Zhizheng was accustomed to his cold attitude and sat upright excitedly, "So what you said last year was that you wanted to experiment with two crops a year, but can you do it?"

"The weather here in the capital is not likely to allow two crops a year. After the winter wheat is harvested, I plan to plant soybeans or other crops for one season. After the snow melts in spring next year, I plan to plant spring wheat. After harvesting the spring wheat, I will not be able to catch up with the planting time. The food, like this, can only be harvested three times every two years.”

Emperor Zhizheng looked at his son who was talking about the crops in the fields. It seemed that he had done this hundreds of times, and there was nothing awkward about it when he talked about it.

If I hadn't experienced it myself and participated in the whole process, I wouldn't be so familiar with it.

During those ten years, he really grew crops himself.

Emperor Zhizheng was in a trance. When he was a child, Guangyuan was riding horses and paraded in the streets. He was cheerful and wanton. He was definitely not the sullen and serious person he is now.

At that time, he couldn't tell the difference between rice and wheat.

Not like now, like an old farmer, talking freely.

Emperor Zhizheng suddenly felt a feeling of distress in his heart, which made him blurry when he looked at the person in front of him. "It's very hard," Yuan'er said.

Zhao Guangyuan was shaken and looked at him steadily. No words were spoken.

The fists in his sleeves were clenched.

"From the time when the fields were sown in autumn last year, to the wheat turning yellow now, I have been waiting for it to grow for nearly half a year. How can I not work hard." He lowered his head and looked back.

I don’t want to stay too long, “Your Majesty, since we have to plant a crop of grain in the future, I hope that the several imperial villages on the outskirts of Beijing will still be managed by the Agriculture Department. As for the winter wheat harvest, it is not appropriate to make a big announcement. "

Emperor Zhengzheng's heartache for his son had not completely disappeared, and what Zhao Guangyuan mentioned had no impact on him, so he generously agreed to his memorial.

Thinking that this son would come to the palace either for a court meeting or if he had something to report, he would never come to the palace to see him like other children.

I thought about telling him a few words about home affairs. His mother was gone, and it was reasonable for a father to care about his son. He was about to speak...

Zhao Guangyuan had already handed over and said goodbye, "Huangzhuang and the Agriculture Department have many affairs, so I will say goodbye."

Without waiting for Emperor Zheng to respond, he turned around and strode away.

Emperor Zhizheng was so angry that he wanted to curse a few times, but everyone had disappeared, so he could only sit on the dragon chair and sulk.

As a result, when his anger was about to disappear, King Qin entered the palace.

"I heard that Lao Qi just came to see my father? Where are the others? Have they gone back?" King Qin pretended not to know and glanced around in the imperial study.

The suffocation that Zhizheng Emperor had just about to dissipate rose again. "He didn't come to see me. I can't invite him!"

King Qin's heart tightened. His father's tone... I don't know how Lao Qi got into his father's eyes.

He said with a smile: "I guess I went back to help the princess read the storybook. I heard that Princess Yue has nothing to do now, she just reads the storybook. One book is worth two taels of silver, and Huixianlou has made some money. Otherwise, I can’t bear to say this.”

Emperor Zhizheng glanced at him leisurely, "Few of your brothers are as wealthy as you. I don't know when I will be able to repay the money from the pawn shop. I forgot to reward him just now." Queen Qin's trough He gritted his teeth.

But there was a smile on his face: "Father, there is no need to remind me. When I go back soon, I will go to the warehouse in person to pick out some gifts for the fourth son to congratulate him on the growth of the winter wheat in the imperial village."

Speaking of Dongmai, Emperor Zhizheng also smiled, "Then you should really reward him for me."

"Yes, I obey your orders."

King Qin agreed with a smile and chatted with the emperor like ordinary people, showing brotherly love.

"The seventh brother just returned to Beijing last year. My father was worried about his hard work, so he asked him to go to the Agriculture Department to enjoy his leisure time. Who knows that the seventh brother is restless and really immersed himself in the fields."

He smiled and praised a few words.

"It's just that the relationship between Huangzhuang and Zongzheng is very important. When I saw Zongzheng a few days ago, I asked him about it. I thought that Zongzheng's worries are not unreasonable. Huangzhuang supplies the expenses of the palace, and the rice of the clan also comes from the emperor. Zhuang, as well as those in Taimiao, all come from Huangzhuang. If the seventh brother has not experienced these things, if anything happens, I am worried that Zongzheng and the clan will blame him. "

Emperor Zhizheng looked at him with an unclear expression.

By the time he finished speaking, Emperor Zong Zheng had already turned over the memorial in his hand and asked, "What do Zong Zheng have in mind?"

"Zong Zheng was worried that the seventh brother would miss the money of the palace because he had nothing to do. He would not have to let his father worry about such trivial matters in the end, so he thought of sending someone there to assist him, so as to share his worries."

Emperor Zhizheng only hummed, "I understand."

King Qin waited for a long time, but he didn't even get a second sentence. Seeing that the emperor was no longer interested in talking, he had to tell him to pay attention to the dragon body, "I will leave first and go to Xiuhua Palace to see my mother and concubine."

"Go."

King Qin resigned from the imperial study.

Emperor Zhizheng glanced in the direction of the door, then quickly looked back and landed on the memorial.

On May 16th, the winter wheat was harvested in Huangzhuang.

Tete chose an auspicious time, and when Zhao Guangyuan said "open the sickle", the servants and tenants of the imperial village and the nearby villagers who had been invited all started to move.

At first, the sickle danced slowly, and after a while, it became an afterimage. In addition to wages, the King of Yue said that if you do more work and do it well, there will be rewards.

Darling, I’ve never heard of anyone getting rewarded for harvesting crops.

I heard that the King of Yue was very generous. The officials in the Agriculture Department were not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and everyone rushed to get to the fields. I heard that the King of Yue sent rewards from the king every three days, including various kinds of food, cloth, money and so on.

Today is finally their turn!
The villagers near Huangzhuang looked at the heavy ears of wheat and smiled from ear to ear.

I wish all the wheat I could see were my own. The wheat in their fields is no taller than calves. The wheat that the King of Yue led people to plant in autumn and winter was harvested in May!

It's only the middle of May. After harvesting wheat, it's impossible to leave the fields uncultivated, right?
The King of Yue must have made the next move, and must have planted other grains.

Everyone moved quickly, hoping that the King of Yue, who was patrolling the field stalks, could see their efforts. They hoped to leave a good impression on the King of Yue and ask him about the arrangements in the fields.

If we could harvest two crops a year, that would be so happy! After they saved up some money, they also took their families to Huixian Tower for a good meal!