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After the cold dew, the people in Xianyang City also began to wear thick robes.

Although it is not yet winter, it is already late autumn. The leaves on the old trees next to the Xianyang streets have already fallen, and only a few withered leaves are still hanging on it.

The children chased playfully on the streets, carrying the yellow leaves flying, and the sergeant watched the children play with a smile on his face, and then continued to patrol.

"Go and see.

After Zhao Tuo finished speaking, he walked towards the gate of Xianyang City. All the sergeants who saw Zhao Tuo on the way knelt down, and some people who had never seen Zhao Tuo were guessing Zhao Tuo's identity.

After leaving Xianyang City, Zhao Tuo got into the carriage and horses, and then the carriages and horses left Xianyang City and headed towards the open space of the farmhouse. The carriages were not moving very fast, and all the 19 ministers followed behind.

"This farmer Xu Mo, I don't know He Dehe, can actually be reused by His Majesty.

Among the accompanying ministers, some officials and the people beside them were talking in a low voice.

As one of the hundreds of farmers, in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, they did not receive much attention. Without others, the farmers pay attention to planting millet and then eating.

In addition, advocating that the sages and the people cultivate together and then eat, and govern by urns, is naturally not liked by the nobles and royal families of various countries, which is tantamount to offending the interests of the royal families.

Xu Xing himself brought dozens of disciples, dressed in burlap shorts, and made a living by weaving straw mats between Jiang and Han, so Xu Xing could only find a place from Chu to Teng, a small country.

Although Xu Xing achieved good results after he arrived in Teng Kingdom, he attracted the disciples of Chen Liang, a great Confucianist, and then there was a discussion between Chen Liang's disciples Chen Xiang and Meng Ke, but he still failed to make the farmer's theory accepted by most princes. .

"I think His Majesty came to see the peasant family's ability to strengthen themselves despite the hardships."

When the person who spoke heard this answer, he muttered twice and did not speak again. This farmhouse is indeed incomparable to other households in terms of character. At least these officials asked themselves if they could not live on their own, and cultivate the fields every day.

Immediately after Zhao Tuo arrived at the farmhouse, an old man left from the field and greeted him.

"Meet Your Majesty!"

If you want to ask who Xu Mo is most grateful to now, it is undoubtedly Zhao Tuo, the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty. Although the peasant family had a place in the contention of a hundred schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it has never been reused.

So in the end, it can only be reduced to the small country of Teng. If Zhao Tuo hadn't found the farmhouse, maybe the farmhouse would not necessarily disappear after the decline.

But now the farmers not only have their own land, but also get everything they can think of, and even Zhao Tuo has put forward his own opinions on the further development of the farmers.

"Xu Mo, how is the crossbreeding that I asked you to try now?"

Hearing this, the old man raised his head with a hint of shame in his expression.

"Your Majesty, although Caomin has been continuously screening and breeding, it has only increased the production of Sugu by ten times..."

The people behind Zhao Tuo were stunned when they heard it. Isn't the grain such as millet and grain only dependent on the harvest? How can it be controlled by humans, and ten times is not a small number.

Today, the Guanzhong Plain has about 100,000 shi of grain in a year, and the entire Daqin taxed 1,000,000 shi of grain a year, isn't it close to 10,000 dan?

These officials are not the internal envoys of Zhili, but they do not know the specifics of Daqin's grains.

Zhao Tuo heard the words and smiled at the old man.

"The previous five times the grain is enough to feed half of the Daqin army with enough food in Daqin Guanzhong, and now ten times it is a pleasant surprise."

Zhao Tuo is actually a little disappointed. Today's Daqin is still mainly based on corn and meat. Zhao Tuo hopes that these people in the farm family can select and cultivate some grains with more taste and value.

But the peasant family did not accomplish anything, at least the corn has increased tenfold, but the rations of Da Qin's army and people are worry-free, and the people still have surplus food.

The so-called food and clothing are necessary for human beings. If these two points are not achieved, it is time for uprisings and riots.

Just when Zhao Tuo was about to follow the old man to see the five vegetables, such as sunflower, radish, scallion, green onion, and leek, Zhao Tuo's peripheral vision swept across a vibrant corner in the corner of the field, and then Zhao Tuo's The light suddenly condensed.

"His Majesty?'

The descendant of the farmer Xu Xing, the old man Xu Mo, watched Zhao Tuo stop and shouted in a low voice.

"Hahaha……"

The old man became more and more puzzled when he saw Zhao Tuo who suddenly laughed, and the rest of the officials looked at each other, wondering what happened to make His Majesty so happy.

Zhao Tuo ignored the crowd, but went directly to the field, and the eunuch behind him hurriedly chased after seeing this scene.

"Your Majesty, be careful with your feet..."

Zhao Tuo ignored the eunuch, he was not the kind of arrogant emperor, but he was able to get through this field, and then Zhao Tuo walked beside the seedlings that were still green in the late autumn.

"Who planted this?

The old man had been following Zhao Tuo's side all the time. Hearing that, he was stunned for a moment and then spoke up.

"This is a hybrid of grass people's disciple Bo Wen with roadside weeds. Your Majesty, the grass people's disciples are afraid of disturbing your majesty.