Chapter 155: Appreciation and fun, sorghum begins to be heavy (three)

After the beginning of autumn, the people in the imperial village felt something was wrong. But they didn't dare to report it. It was too weird, and they were afraid that there would be mistakes when they matured. At that time, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

As autumn gradually approaches, the sorghum spikes begin to turn golden and red. They are not far from maturity, and want to report it, but the case of Xu Jingzong in the capital has occurred. They cannot know the specific output. They are grassroots people, even in charge of the affairs, are still a farmer. Faced with this case, they resisted not reporting it.

Everyone didn't know that big things happened, but the farmers nearby were jealous.

Only God knows how much this will be harvested. After planting a land for a lifetime, I have never seen that the crops can grow like this. I know that I have to count the yield in the end, so I ignored my own fields and helped the tenants in the farm to drive away the birds and catch insects. I must take a look at how many stones can I harvest in the end.

After several compromises in the Xu Jingzong case, including Li Wei, Wu Zetian underestimated his future and thought a little pessimistic, but he had a fighting spirit. Li Wei also underestimated himself. There was a reason why Li Zhi was afraid. After several incidents, Li Wei had a high status in the minds of the ministers and had already had some so-called appeal. But Li Wei was not aware of it.

Then the case was handled quickly.

Seeing that the wind was calm, there was only the discussion, but the truth was revealed. The manager asked, who was the official in Chang'an had the greatest power. If Jiang Ke did not go to Liangzhou, strictly speaking, Jiang Ke had the greatest power. Dai Zhide and several people were similar. After asking, they asked, and then asked the loyalty and honesty, and then said that the reputation of several prime ministers was fine. After thinking about it, they ran to Dai Zhide's mansion and said to the doorman: "I am the manager of the imperial village. If you have any questions, you have to see Da Xianggong."

"Mr. Dai has no time," the concierge refused without thinking.

Don’t think that Dai Zhide is relaxed. Xu Jingzong’s case has dragged many things and has not been dealt with. Once the case has ended, the piles of sects are as high as a mountain, and several slaughtermen are busier than before. The manager of a small imperial village actually wants to meet his husband, so his husband doesn’t have to do anything anymore.

The steward said again: "No, it was the sorghum that the prince tried."

The third-rank official in front of the Prime Minister's Sect is just a gatekeeper. When the manager met, he was very nervous. Therefore, he didn't speak very thoroughly.

But when it comes to the prince, the concierge is a little respectful and asks: "What's wrong with the sorghum that the prince tested?"

"I want to ask Mr. Dai to go and have a look."

"I'm replying on my behalf." Although the concierge said this, it was very irresponsible. The sorghum who was tested by the prince was the prince to set an example. What's the matter? If this is also to be seen, wouldn't my husband deliberately flatter him? It's not that he is not very nervous, integrity is the main thing.

Although the manager was nervous, he was not stupid. When he saw his expression, he said anxiously: "You must see where you are in charge. You may collect five stones and ten stones."

"Oh, I got it."

"No, it's acre of land."

"Oh, I know, please come back, I'll go and convey it," as soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and grabbed the collar of the manager and said, "Let me be clear, what is one acre of land, what is five stones and ten stones."

"I said it is possible that these lands can collect five or ten stones of sorghum per mu." The manager was so angry that he didn't call him a servant.

"Are you brain ill?" The concierge was already surprised, but still didn't believe it.

"I have a good brain and no illness. If it weren't for the amazing production, how could I find my husband Dai to report?"

"Wait." The concierge ran in immediately. It doesn't matter if it's two stones, but if it's three stones, you'll be frightened. This is sorghum, either rice or wheat. Even rice and wheat, three stones per acre of land are also a horrifying harvest.

He ran into the study and found Dai Zhide who was reviewing the official documents, and said, "Mr., there is a manager from the imperial village outside, saying that the sorghum that the prince tested this spring may have a harvest of five to ten stones per mu. Therefore, the matter is serious, come to report to me."

"What did you say?" The concierge spoke in an orderly and clear manner, but Dai Zhide was also shocked. However, he often stayed in a high position, with a very good temperament, and there was no expression of shock on his face. He asked again: "Has you made a mistake?"

"I don't know, it's probably like this, so I feel that the matter is serious, so I come to report it to my husband."

Dai Zhide dared not neglect, did not think about ten stones, and did not dare to think about five stones. With one three stone and four stones, he could report to the court. When he arrived at the door, he said, "Take me there."

The manager brought Dai Zhide to the field. Not every piece of sorghum grows well, and some are not very good, but even so, it is much better than the surrounding sorghum. The main thing is half of the fields. To be precise, three pieces of land, sorghum grows the best.

The sorghum spikes were bent down like sticks, and the one ear was as big as a dozen sorghum spikes in other fields. Anyway, Dai Zhide thought he was confused at first, so he rubbed his eyes twice before confirming it.

Is this still sorghum? So I hooked one with my hand and peeled out some rice. It was not sorghum. It was just that it was not really mature and it was still half a month before harvest. However, the scenery of the harvest had already made Dai Zhide look at it. When the autumn wind blew, the tall yellow pole swayed, like the woods, and golden waves swayed again.

After a long time, I asked hesitantly: "How did this be planted?"

It made a dignified prime minister lose his attitude.

"It is the method of the prince's teaching. But the prince repeatedly told the servants not to plant them too closely, but the servants would not listen. Otherwise, the growth of these more than ten acres of sorghum would be amazing." The manager thought about it and said again: "But when the servants heard some of the words the prince said, I guess the prince did not expect that it would grow like this. He said at that time that he could have three stones. But the servants and others would not believe it."

Indeed, it is very, very difficult to plant according to the original method and harvesting sorghum to reach three stones.

After a while, Dai Zhide said, "It's more than three stones."

"That's right. I think the matter is not small, so I'm worried about my husband."

"You did it right." Dai Zhide praised, and then looked at the sorghum, which was auspicious and ganoderma lucidum. This was auspiciousness. He patted his shoulder and said, "Look at it."

"The servants and others dare not be careless, and even Que'er doesn't let him get close."

"Well," Dai Zhide nodded, then immediately left the manor, and invited all the big guys Li Jingxuan, to come. His expression was similar. After asking the whole story, Dai Zhide said, "I've saved, I've saved. The whole country has a harvest like this. What do you think it will be like?"

I don’t know each one, but I know that the food will definitely not be finished. Even if I go to feed pigs and horses, this is impossible. The ground is good, the water is good, the fertilizer is sufficient, and the methods are advanced. In addition to the slight lack of seeds, all the conditions for high yields are met. It is unlikely to promote it nationwide step by step.

Then they stood there in a daze, but still didn't believe it. After a long time, Xiao Zhaode said, "Everyone, how many of these sorghum can produce?"

It's all in the field, and it's hard to beat it now, so it's hard to guess. Li Jingxuan came up with a solution and said: "Find a few similar ears, weigh them with a scale, and count how many plants can be found in a mu of land."

"This is an idea, there may be errors, but the difference will not be very large." Dai Zhide said.

So he acted immediately and counted, without a multiplication of the oral decision, and used the chips to calculate slowly. In fact, Li Wei handed over the abacus to Wu Zetian, but afterwards, all kinds of things happened. Wu Zetian handed over to the Imperial College because he did not pay attention to it and promoted it a little slowly. Li Wei, with a slow temperament, seemed to have forgotten about this matter. After vain for a long time, he came out.

Despite their mental preparation, Zhu Chen was still stunned and gasped.

Dai Zhide suddenly said, "Send guards to come to the guards and report to the east."

This output, this output... it is not too much to use the guards. The prime minister came and the guards came, and it was very lively. Moreover, it was not like bamboo paper. Every day, this area of ​​sorghum was almost mature, growing vigorously, golden, and a scene. So a group of people came to see it. As a result, the rice price in Chang'an dropped ten cents in every bucket within a few days, and some large merchants who hoarded goods were taking advantage of the food.

There is another advantage: there is no need to chase birds, and all kinds of birds scare so many people away.

Dai Zhide and others began to write memorials, and the yield of sorghum that had never been seen since ancient times will appear. They started to ask the East Palace again. The prince could not ask, but Liu Qun and other palace maids knew something. Liu Qun didn't answer clearly. Suddenly, they remembered that the prince invited several younger brothers to read bamboo paper and looked at sorghum, and they said something. So they found Li Xian again, and Li Xian answered. The answer was very simple. The prince did it in the book "Qi Min Yaoshu", but the answer was the same as the people in the imperial village. The prince thought that it might be a high yield of three stones. This was Li Xian who spoke for his brother. At that time, Li Wei told him that three stones might be more than one. When speaking, you should always be more humble.

Then he asked, "Mr. Dai, is there anything wrong? Is there any three stones?"

Dai Zhide was amused and cried, and replied: "It's not three stones, but it is possible that the land is high-yield, and half acre of land is more than three stones."

It turns out that this master himself is so underestimated, no wonder he didn't write a letter to ask.

"Half acres of land," Li Xian was not awake for a moment and suddenly shouted: "I want to go and have a look."

He left Dai Zhide alone and found Li Xian and Li Xulun, three brothers, and went to the battlefield together. When he came to the field, many people were watching, and more than a dozen guards also arrived. At first, he thought that Dai was crazy and could not flatter him like this, so he let the guards look at Gao Sora. When he came, he realized that he was wrong. He stood up straight and did not let any people get close. This was to only see from a distance and not play close. But the princes did not dare to stop them and let them come to the edge of the field.

Li Xian didn't understand crops, but he had seen sorghum after traveling many times. The difference was a little bit, and he really couldn't tell. But the difference was too big and he shouted: "My God, is this still sorghum?"

Li Xian said: "Third brother, the instrument, the instrument, there are many people outside."

"Yes," Li Xian closed his mouth and stroked it.

Finally, the sorghum caused a sensation. Li Wei said that Di Renjie was gold and would shine sooner or later. It can also be suitable for describing sorghum. Or use a poem to describe the sorghum. A daughter in the Yang family grew up and was raised in the deep boudoir and was not known to the people. She was born with beauty and was hard to give up. Once she chose the king. She smiled and looked back and was charming, and the pink and beauties in the six palaces had no color. Anyway, the golden waves of this sorghum were swayed, and the pink and beauties had nothing to do with it. All the crops around her lost their color.

Li Zhi and a group of important officials discussed how to hold the Dayun Festival in Wucheng Hall. The guards outside came in to report and said, "Your Majesty, Chang'an hastened memorials."

Li Zhi was annoyed when he heard this. It was not a good thing to speed up the memorial several times. Could something big happened? Should this Dayun sacrifice be held? He said angrily: "Send it in."

Seeing the memorials, I felt at ease, not very thick. Especially the case of Xu Jingzong, Dai Zhide and others were scared. They were very thick every time, and they went several times a day. In the end, Li Zhi was too lazy to watch it. Anyway, it was all kinds of illegal cases done by Xu Jingzong or his family. But is it difficult to deal with this several times a day?

So he opened it, took a look, and asked, "Have you made a mistake?"

Yan Liben asked strangely: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Chapter completed!