I asked the lord to rebel in advance

Chapter 895

Qin Youran squatted on the ground and started breaking corn.

Looking up at Song Jiayu, who seemed to be practicing sword skills in front of him, he did it in style and at such a high speed that even the skilled farmers in Zhuangzi couldn't catch up.

Qin Youran's speed was not slow, she broke off the big sticks one by one from the pole and threw them in a pile.

Although it was a little hot, Song Jiayu and Qin Youran were very excited. The high-yield crops they were looking forward to had already appeared, and the trial planting was successful.

For this purpose, Song Jiayu and Qin Youran, with the help of two farmers, finished breaking it off in one morning. Then Song Jiayu pulled the ox cart in front, and Qin Youran sat on the other side. They went back and forth several times, and finally put the All the corn in this acre of land was pulled to the threshing floor.

Qin Youran picked out some tender corn that hadn't matured, and put it in the pot to cook the corn.Qin Youran thought that meat can be tested, and maybe corn can be roasted and eaten.

So Qin Youran stuck a tender corn with a branch and roasted it in the fire, unexpectedly it tasted very good.Finally, two people ate tender corn, grilled corn.

There was dust on Qin Youran's hands, and she carelessly touched Song Jiayu's face mischievously.

Song Jiayu didn't care, but when he saw the ashes on Qin Youran's hands, he couldn't laugh or cry, "You scoundrel, you actually got it on my face."

"It's called pyrotechnics." Qin Youran smiled, "Your Majesty must be very happy to get such a high-yield seed, right?"

"Happy!" Song Jiayu replied, and quickly touched Qin Youran's face, "Since I already have fireworks, the queen should also have it. Otherwise, the queen will turn into a fairy and fly away, so where can I find it?"

Hearing Song Jiayu's words, Qin Youran felt sweet in her heart, even if her face was dark, she didn't rush to wipe it off, "You don't need to look for it, it's right in front of you."

After they were full, Song Jiayu and Qin Youran began to peel the corn, and then put it on the threshing ground to expose it to the sun.Song Jiayu and Qin Youran recorded how many corn cobs they had, and the final output could be determined after they were dried.

It's getting late, Song Jiayu and Qin Youran are going back to the palace.

On the way back, Qin Youran leaned on Song Jiayu's body. Although the two of them smelled of sweat due to work, it didn't smell bad, "Sir, when the sweet potatoes are harvested, can you take me out to work together? "

"Do you want to like it?" Song Jiayu asked, hugging Qin Youran from behind, "If you like it, I'll bring you here."

"I like it, I like it very much." Qin Youran smiled, "I hope to share this kind of happiness with Xianggong as soon as possible, and work hard to build a different big week for us."

"Okay!" Song Jiayu smiled, "Then our first goal is to feed the common people and wear warm clothes, okay?"

"Well, good!" Qin Youran nodded, if she lived like this, she would rather be with Song Jiayu, instead of the women in the harem who are jealous all day long, fighting like black corns.

There are still many good things in life, and I don't want to waste them on those things.

After returning to the palace, Qin Youran and Song Jiayu were very hungry and tired, and went to bed early.

After sharing it with Qin Youran, after Song Jiayu went down to the court, he took all the civil and military officials to the field, so that these high-ranking officials could also witness such a high-yielding crop.

Song Jiayu had a special big house, some tender corn, boiled and ate together for lunch.

(End of this chapter)