Tang Dynasty: A Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls for Li Er at the Start

Chapter 394 It is precisely because of His Majesty's wisdom that the magistrate of Gaoyang County has been able to repeatedly achieve extraordinary feats.
"One stone, three pecks, and six liters!"

Li Shimin's voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Is it really one stone, three pecks, and six liters?!"

"If all rice fields in the world could yield such a harvest, what would the people of our Great Tang Dynasty have to fear about food shortages! What would they have to fear about years of famine!"

Wu Shiyue stood to the side, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets in shock.

"This...this is really true? A yield of 1.36 shi per mu on dry land—even the best paddy fields in the Jiangnan water towns might not yield such a harvest! Magistrate of Gaoyang, did you really find these grain seeds from the land of the King of Huan?"

Although Feng Dahu had interrupted Dou Jing, he didn't care about arguing at the moment. He quickly stepped forward, took out a piece of paper that he had already written down, which contained the details of the weighing just now, and handed it to Li Shimin with both hands. He was so excited that his voice was hoarse.

“Young Master Li, it is indeed one stone, three pecks, and six liters! I weighed it three times with the villagers just now, and we even picked out the straw from the grains. It’s not a drop more than necessary!”

He became more and more excited as he spoke, oblivious to the mud splattered on the hem of his official robe from the paddy field, and kept repeating himself.

"If this grain variety is widely adopted, the granaries of our Great Tang will surely be overflowing. Next year, when we conquer the Turks again, we will have no worries about logistics and provisions!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Li Shimin said "good" three times in a row, raised his hand to pat Dou Jing's shoulder, and then looked at Wen He with his eyes full of approval.

"Wen He, you've done a great job!"

Just as everyone was gathered around the sacks, basking in the joy of the unexpectedly high yield, a casual remark suddenly rang in their ears, like a bucket of cold water being poured over them: "So little?"

Wen He was somewhat dissatisfied.

He thought he would get at least one stone and five dou, but he didn't expect it to be only one stone and three dou.

He pondered for a moment, feeling that the problem must still lie with the seeds.

It needs further development and training.

Upon hearing this, the lively field ridge instantly fell silent.

Dou Jing's smile froze, and his lips twitched a few times. He looked at Wen He and thought that this Gao Yang County boy was truly someone who would never stop making outrageous statements.

Ordinary farmers would probably kowtow to their fields in gratitude upon hearing "one stone, three pecks, and six liters," but in Wen He's mouth, it became "so little!"
With a helpless expression, he said, "Gaoyang County magistrate, this is quite a lot! Think about it, since the beginning of summer this year, there hasn't been a drop of rain for nearly two months. Several prefectures in the north are almost suffering from drought. To have such a harvest is already an auspicious sign of God's blessing. If it were a year with abundant rainfall, the yield of Huanwang grain per mu could reach 1.5 shi, or even 1.6 shi!"

He pointed to the fields in the distance, his tone becoming increasingly urgent: "Look, this is still dry land in the north, with thin soil and little water. If we could introduce this grain to the paddy fields in the south, we could harvest twice a year, and the combined yield per mu would be two or three shi (a unit of dry measure). At that time, not only would the people have enough to eat, but every household would also have a full granary!"

"Never mind him, that brat has always been greedy."

Li Shimin shook his head in annoyance, waved his hand at Dou Jing, but a smile was hidden in his eyes.

He turned to look at the rice paddies in the distance, his tone becoming calm: "This is only the harvest from one acre, it doesn't count yet. We'll have someone go and select another acre from each field later, harvest and weigh it again, and see what the average yield of this grain is."

Although Li Shimin was taken aback by the output, he quickly calmed down.

He knows that the yield of one acre of land doesn't prove anything.

"Yes, yes, I lost my composure."

Dou Jing quickly composed herself and wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

Despite her dry eyes and lack of tears, she forced a look of joyful tears and bowed to Li Shimin.

"I congratulate you, my lord, and I congratulate the Great Tang! With these grain seeds, the good days of our Great Tang are just around the corner!"

Feng Dahu, who was standing to the side, was completely confused.

The young master's rice harvest was good, so why did Dou Jing and that young master Li keep talking about the Tang Dynasty?

What does my young master's harvest have to do with the Tang Dynasty?

He scratched his head, not thinking about it in detail, but just thinking that the farmers could store enough grain this year, and his heart was filled with joy.

He looked at Wen He and immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Wen He: "On behalf of the villagers, I thank you, young master! With this good harvest, everyone will have enough to eat this winter."

Not only can they have enough to eat, but they might also be able to save some surplus grain to exchange for some coarse cloth in town and make new clothes for the children!

Seeing this, Wen He quickly stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and helped him up.

"Big Tiger, get up quickly. There's no need for such a grand ceremony. This harvest wasn't given to you by me. It's what you earned by working hard from dawn till dusk. It's what you deserve."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the villagers gathered around him, and raised his voice slightly.

"In addition, after the autumn harvest, bring a few reliable people to my residence. I have had some piglets prepared. You can take them back to your estate and raise them well. When every household in your estate can have meat at every meal, then I will say that my trip was worthwhile."

After saying that, he deliberately turned to look at Li Shimin.

Only he knew what Wen He meant.

If every household has meat on their table, then Wen He's trip to the Tang Dynasty won't have been in vain.

The latter was looking at him, their eyes met in the air, their expressions different.

Li Shimin understood that Wen He's words, though seemingly addressed to Feng Dahu, were actually meant for him.

This brat was reminding him that feeding the people was only the starting point for an emperor; ensuring that the people ate well and had meat to eat was the long-term goal.

"Does every household have meat on their dining table at every meal?"

Li Shimin repeated it softly, then a smile appeared on his lips. He turned to look at Dou Jing beside him, his tone serious: "Brother Dou, you heard it too? It seems that the burden on our shoulders is still quite heavy."

Dou Jing was taken aback when she heard this, and then muttered to herself.

This Gaoyang County magistrate must be dreaming.

The Tang Dynasty had a population of tens of millions. Although its territory was vast, arable land was limited. Ensuring that everyone had enough to eat was the long-cherished wish of successive emperors. Now, they wanted to ensure that every household could have meat at every meal.
It should be noted that even some low-ranking officials in the imperial court might not be able to eat meat every day on ordinary days; they could only eat meat freely during festivals.

If the kind of life Wen He described truly existed, it would probably only be seen in the Immortal Realm.

Little did he know that in Wen He's time, while not everyone had meat to eat, at least hundreds of millions of people had meat on their tables at every meal.

Some people even developed fatty liver disease from eating it.

But these were Li Shimin's words, so how could he dare to refute them? He quickly put aside his thoughts, put on a smile, and bowed.

"What Young Master Li says is absolutely right! We will certainly do our utmost to assist you, so that the people can enjoy a good life with meat at every meal as soon as possible!"

Feng Dahu, who was listening to the conversation between the emperor and his minister, suddenly realized what was going on.

He tugged at Wen He's sleeve, leaned close to Wen He's ear, and whispered, "Young master, is your relative some kind of high-ranking official? Otherwise, why does he keep talking about the Tang Dynasty and its people, and even say that everyone should have meat to eat every day? He seems quite distinguished, and that person was very respectful to him just now. Could he be a big shot from the capital?"

Looking at his curious expression, Wen He couldn't help but smile and nodded: "I guess so, he is indeed from the capital."

"No wonder, only officials would say such big words."

Feng Dahu pursed his lips, moved closer to Wen He, and lowered his voice even further.

“Young master, don’t take it to heart. I’ve lived for many years and seen quite a few officials. They talk a good game, but few of them are actually capable. If they can feed us, they’re already considered good officials. Meat every meal? I doubt it. Not all officials are as kind-hearted as you. Just listen to what they say and let it go.”

Though spoken softly, these words clearly reached the ears of Li Shimin and Dou Jing. The two, who had been so confident just moments before, fell silent instantly.

Dou Jing immediately fell silent, pretending not to have heard anything and looking away.

Li Shimin's good mood was completely ruined.

This Feng Dahu really has no sense of propriety.

But what he said was so irrefutable that no one could refute it.

“Dahu, you can’t say that. My father, like you, is wholeheartedly dedicated to serving the people.”

The young prince Li Chengqian, worried that his father would be embarrassed, stepped forward to smooth things over.

When Feng Dahu realized that his words had been overheard, he felt embarrassed and quickly apologized to Li Shimin.

But this made Li Shimin even more embarrassed.

He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject, saying to Dou Jing and Wu Shiyue, "It's getting late. Let's go and take a look at other rice fields, then select another acre to harvest and weigh, so we can make a comparison. Wen He, you come along too."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the east, but his pace was slower than before.

Dou Jing and Wu Shiyue quickly followed, exchanging a glance, both seeing a mixture of amusement and exasperation in each other's eyes.

If Feng Dahu knew that this Young Master Li was the current emperor, he would probably be so frightened that he would collapse to the ground.

Wen He looked at Li Shimin's slightly stiff back and then at Feng Dahu beside her, who looked completely unconvinced, and couldn't help but laugh.

He patted Feng Dahu on the shoulder: "Stop thinking nonsense and work hard. After the autumn harvest, I will give the villagers some bonuses and send over the piglets. Let's try to make sure everyone can have meat to eat next winter."

Upon hearing that there would be a reward and piglets, Feng Dahu immediately forgot his earlier doubts and replied with a smile, "Yes, young master, we'll definitely work hard!"

Feng Dahu carried a sickle and walked ahead, leading the group briskly towards the rice paddies at the east end. He casually parted the weeds on the ridges, leaving a clean path.

I had only walked a few steps when I saw several small figures running towards me from the edge of the field not far away.

It was Wenrou, who had gone to play earlier, along with Li Ke, Li Tai, and Li You, the three little ones.

Wen He's gaze immediately fell on Li Ke, and she couldn't help but recall the scene that had just occurred by the field ridge.

When Wenrou almost fell, Li Ke caught her with lightning speed.

Although they were both teenagers, children in this era were far more precocious than those in later generations. He felt a strange sense of unease, as if the interaction between the two children carried a different meaning than that between ordinary playmates.

Seemingly sensing Wen He's strange gaze, the faint smile on Li Ke's face suddenly vanished, his steps faltered slightly, and he subtly distanced himself from Wen Rou beside him by half a step.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly raised his chin, looked at the sky above with a stern face, and didn't even glance at Wenrou out of the corner of his eye. His deliberately serious appearance seemed to be deliberately hiding something.

'Am I overthinking it again?'

Wen He couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Brother!"

Wenrou didn't notice Li Ke's little actions, nor did she realize Wen He's thoughts. She skipped and hopped to Wen He, grabbed Wen He's sleeve with her little hand, and her face was full of joyful smiles.

"We just went to play over that haystack, there was so much grain! Does that all belong to our family?"

She tilted her little head back, her eyes sparkling, and asked again, "If our family had this much grain, would we never have to go hungry again?"

Wen He was amused by the little girl's innocent appearance. She reached out and rubbed her soft little face, teasingly saying, "Still hungry? Look at your little face, it's so plump, you don't look like you've ever been hungry."

"Brother!"

Wenrou gently shook off his hand in dissatisfaction, pouted, rubbed her cheeks which had been pinched red with the back of her hand, and gave Wen He a soft hum.

"I'm not fat! It's just that this dress makes me look fat!"

"Okay, okay, you haven't gained weight."

Wen He suppressed a laugh and deliberately teased her.

"But you should eat less snacks in the future, otherwise you'll really become a round little dumpling by next spring."

"would not!"

She gently stomped her foot in a coquettish tone, but still subconsciously touched her tummy, afraid that she might actually gain weight.

Wen He chuckled and shook her head, then reached out and took her small hand, continuing to walk forward with Feng Dahu.

Li Ke, Li Tai, and Li You followed behind. Li Tai was still whispering with Li You about the haystack they had just seen, while Li Ke kept a straight face. He would only occasionally steal a glance at Wen Rou's back and see her laughing and talking with Wen He, at which point he would secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Before we knew it, the sun had risen high overhead, and the midday sun became scorching, making the soil on the field ridges glow with heat.

The farmers who were busy in the fields also stopped what they were doing and went to rest under the shade of the trees to drink water and wipe their sweat.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! There's only this one acre left, harvest it quickly and weigh it!"

Dou Jing couldn't wait any longer. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and loudly urged the villagers to hurry up.

The yield of one acre, three dou, and six sheng had just made him feel like he had a fire burning inside him, and he couldn't wait to know the harvest of all the plots.

Feng Dahu didn't hesitate. He called over several young and strong farmers, picked up sickles, and went down to the fields.

The rice ears in this acre were also plump and full. The farmers worked quickly and soon finished harvesting the rice ears and transported them to the edge of the field to be threshed by a threshing machine.

Golden grains slid down the bamboo trough into the sack. Dou Jing stood to the side, her eyes fixed on the sack, her breathing becoming rapid. "Weigh it! Weigh it quickly!"

After the grains were bagged, Dou Jing hurriedly had someone hang the sacks on the wooden scale, while she herself moved closer to the scale beam, nervously watching the scale markings.

Feng Dahu squatted down, adjusted the position of the weight, and waited for the scale to balance before loudly announcing the numbers: "One stone, three dou, and two sheng!"

The voice, like a booming bell, echoed across the field ridges. Dou Jing was taken aback at first, then slapped her thigh and shouted excitedly, "Great! Great!"

Although it was four liters less than the previous mu, it was still more than three dou more than the yield per mu in previous years. Such an average yield had far exceeded his expectations!

He didn't even bother to wipe his sweat, and turned to run towards Li Shimin, who was not far away, his steps almost swift: "Young Master Li! One stone, three dou, and two sheng! This mu also yields one stone, three dou, and two sheng! On average, each mu can yield more than one stone and three dou!"

Li Shimin stood by the field, his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. The sunlight shone on his face, but it did not make him show the slightest bit of irritation.

Upon hearing Dou Jing's call, he slowly lowered his head, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning upwards, his eyes full of smiles.

On average, one stone, three pecks, and four liters—such a yield would be enough to feed everyone in the world.

……

As the sun began to set, the evening breeze dispelled the summer heat on the field ridges.

Li Shimin patted his mud-covered robes and walked over to Wen He.

"Jiaying, what do you think about the idea of ​​the national treasury exchanging grain for the seeds of the Huanwang grain on a one-to-one basis with the farmers?"

Upon hearing this, Wen He looked up at him.

He was startled to see the calculating look in Li Shimin's eyes.

Well, it seems Li Er is worried that he'll leave all the grain seeds behind.

Is it really necessary to be so petty?
Why can't you learn from me? I'm so generous.

"Your Majesty, the grain to be exchanged must be this year's new grain; old grain will not do."

Li Shimin was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, laughing and scolding, "You little rascal, you certainly know how to plan for yourself!"

Wen He didn't hide anything and said frankly, "Your Majesty is wise. The new grain is soft and sticky, while the old grain becomes rough after being stored for a long time. It is only right that the farmers should exchange some new grain to taste something fresh after a year of hard work."

Seeing this, Li Shimin stopped joking and nodded helplessly.

"Alright, alright, we'll do as you say, we'll use all the new grain."

Once the matter was settled, Li Shimin summoned Li Chengqian and Dou Jing.

"Let's go back to the palace for a meeting."

Seeing that they were about to leave, Wu Shiyue quickly stepped forward and bowed to Dou Jing, saying, "Minister Dou, I am traveling with you. May I ride in your carriage? I would like to ask you about my experiences on the farm along the way."

Dou Jing looked at Li Shimin, and seeing the emperor nod in agreement, she smiled and replied.

"You're too kind, Duke Ying. Please allow me to ride with you."

The group returned to the palace in separate carriages. As soon as they entered the Liangyi Hall, Li Shimin immediately gave instructions to the eunuch Gao Yue.

"Go quickly and issue an imperial edict to summon Ministers Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Xiao Yu to the palace. Minister Yuwen Shiji is unwell, so there is no need to force him to come."

Gao Yue accepted the order and withdrew.

Recalling what had happened before, Li Chengqian couldn't help but say to Li Shimin, "Father, Mr. Wen is truly honest. He asks for new grain just to eat, unlike others who hide it away."

Li Shimin chuckled: "That's just his personality. He speaks his mind directly and doesn't beat around the bush. That's why I feel at ease discussing these matters with him. You don't need to worry. I won't hold that brat against him."

He knew that Li Chengqian's sudden mention of it was to speak up for Wen He.

Seeing that his thoughts had been exposed, Li Chengqian couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Not long after, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Xiao Yu arrived in a hurry.

The three entered the main hall and saw Dou Jing there. They also noticed Wu Shiyue standing to one side, and were filled with doubt.

Why is Samurai Gou here?

They have no authority and, in principle, should not be present in the Liangyi Hall.

Before I could finish speaking, the three of them had already bowed in greeting.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Shimin raised his hand to signal them to stand up, and said with a smile, "Today, I, along with Minister Dou, Minister Wu, and the Crown Prince, went to Wen Jiaying's Wen Family Village. Today happens to be the autumn harvest day in Wen Family Village. Do you gentlemen know how much rice can be harvested per mu in that village?"

Upon hearing this, all three were taken aback. Du Ruhui frowned slightly, pondering to himself.

A ruler should prioritize state affairs; why would he make a special trip to inspect the autumn harvest at a farm?

Xiao Yu stroked his beard, his eyes full of confusion.

Only Fang Xuanling, after a moment's thought, had a sudden inspiration and stepped forward to ask, "Is the rice Your Majesty is referring to the grains grown by the Prince of Huan at the beginning of the year?"

"Exactly."

Li Shimin nodded.

Fang Xuanling's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed and asked, "May I ask Your Majesty, what is the yield per mu?"

Li Shimin did not answer, but looked at Dou Jing. All eyes instantly focused on Dou Jing, who took a deep breath and excitedly said, "Two mu of dry land, the highest yield is 1.36 shi, the lowest is 1.32 shi, and the average is 1.34 shi per mu!"

"One stone, three pecks, and four liters?!"

Du Ruhui exclaimed in surprise, gripping the ceremonial tablet tightly with both hands.

"This year, the north suffered a severe drought, with ordinary dry land yielding only seven or eight bushels per mu. How could the Huanwang grain seeds nearly double that? Even the paddy fields of Jiangnan might not yield such a harvest!"

"Could it be an auspicious omen?"

Xiao Yu also gasped and staggered back half a step.

"This is still a drought year! If there were plenty of rain, wouldn't it be enough to produce 1.5 shi of grain? If this method were promoted in the south, the yield would probably double! The people would no longer go hungry, and the national treasury would be full. This would truly be a blessing for the Tang Dynasty!"

Although Fang Xuanling did not lose his composure, his knuckles turned white. He looked at Li Shimin and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, this yield is too astonishing. Is it true? Is there any corroborating evidence?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chengqian stepped forward and said loudly, "Gentlemen, I can testify! Today in Wenjiazhuang, I personally went down to the fields to harvest rice. My palms were all red from the work. I also watched the villagers thresh and weigh the grains. The grains were plump and shiny. It is no exaggeration."

"Furthermore, Du Gong is wrong. This is not an auspicious omen. As the master said, this is science. The reason for such a yield is twofold: first, the grain variety, and second, the composting process."

Li Chengqian stood with his hands behind his back, staring directly at the three important ministers in front of him.

This will make you despise the gentleman.

They're all scared now, aren't they!

Upon hearing Li Chengqian personally testify, the last trace of doubt in the hearts of Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Xiao Yu vanished instantly, and the solemnity on their faces disappeared, replaced by shock.

Compost!
I heard last year that Wenhe was making this.

They said it could increase production, but they only tried planting it on a small plot of land in his residence.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were skeptical at the time.

Although Wen He was from a later era, the two of them naturally couldn't easily trust him before seeing any results.

Unexpectedly, Wen He showed them the results so quickly.

Du Ruhui was the first to clap his hands.

"If each mu can truly yield more than one shi and three dou, then it will be a blessing for the Tang Dynasty. With such grain, the people of Guanzhong will no longer have to worry about famine next year, and even if we launch a northern expedition against the Turks, we will have more confidence in our food supplies!"

Dou Jing, standing to the side, stroked his beard and added with a smile.

"Not only grain seeds, but also the people of Gaoyang County have created a machine that can quickly thresh grains. It has a wooden frame, is driven by a pedal, and uses a toothed threshing mechanism. In just a short while, it can remove all the grains from a bundle of rice ears. It is several times faster than the farmers using flails to beat the grains, and it also reduces the loss of many grains."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuanling first glanced at Dou Jing, then lowered his head and sighed softly in secret.

"Brother Ximing, your defeat was not unjust. His Majesty has already clearly distinguished between you and Wen Jiaying, who is more important."

In an instant, Fang Xuanling gathered his thoughts and bowed solemnly to Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, the matter of grain seeds is related to the people's livelihood. These threshing tools can also relieve the people's suffering during the autumn harvest. I request Your Majesty to immediately summon Yan Rang, the Minister of Works, to discuss the imitation and promotion of the tools. This item involves the Ministry of Works' construction, and Minister Yan needs to personally oversee it to ensure that the craftsmanship is correct and that mass production is feasible."

Yan Rang was Yan Lide's real name.

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin immediately nodded in agreement and then turned to look at the eunuch Gao Yue beside him.

"Go to the Ministry of Works immediately and issue an imperial edict summoning Yan Rang to the Liangyi Hall for a meeting."

"Here!"

Gao Yue bowed and accepted the order, then hurriedly left the hall.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yan Lide, dressed in a scarlet official robe, strode into the Liangyi Hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others there. Although he had some doubts, he still bowed and paid his respects.

"Your subject Yan Rang pays respects to Your Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Shimin raised his hand to gesture for him to stand up and said with a smile, "Minister Yan, there's no need for such formalities. I've summoned you here today because there's a good thing that concerns agriculture."

Then, he asked Dou Jing to describe in detail the autumn harvest yield of Wenjiazhuang, as well as the appearance and usage of the threshing tools.

Yan Lide's eyes grew brighter as he listened, and when Dou Jing finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward, his face full of joy.

"Your Majesty is wise! It is already a blessing for the Tang Dynasty to have such grain seeds. With such labor-saving threshing tools, the people will suffer much less during the autumn harvest!"

"I only benefited from Wen Jiaying's influence."

Li Shimin waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to care.

But the upturned corners of his mouth clearly betrayed his thoughts at that moment.

Yes, I am very wise.

Upon seeing this, the samurai, Yue, quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying...

"Your Majesty, your words are wrong!"

"If it weren't for Your Majesty's discerning eye for talent and your willingness to allow the scion of Gaoyang County to display his abilities, even with his ingenious ideas, he would have had difficulty realizing them. It is precisely because of Your Majesty's wisdom that the scion of Gaoyang County has been able to repeatedly achieve great feats!"

These words struck a chord with Li Shimin.

A slight smile appeared on his lips and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he still kept a straight face and pondered for a moment before instructing Gao Yue: "Gao Yue, convey my imperial decree to reward Wen He, the son of Gaoyang County, with three hundred taels of gold and one hundred bolts of silk as a reward. In addition, each household in Wenjiazhuang will be given one jin of meat to reward them for their hard work in the autumn harvest."

It would be fine to reward them with warm grain.

They even gave rewards to the villagers.

What an honor!
Everyone inside the hall was filled with envy.

If Wen He knew this news, she would surely be overjoyed.

"What a shameless bunch!"

Inside Wenjiazhuang, Wen He sat on a mound of earth, his brows furrowed as he stared at the parchment in his hand.

Beside him stood only a dark-skinned man, covered in dust from his journey.

Seeing that Wen He had finished reading the contents of the letter, he bowed and said.

“Young master, Su Wu said that Gao Jianwu’s envoy is already heading towards Chang’an.”

Upon hearing the name 'Su Wu', Wen He's lips twitched a few times.

You shameless Zheng Yuanzhu.

(End of this chapter)