In September, Qidi Linzi County, the sky is clear and blue.

The millet in the field is ripe. The heavy ears of millet glow golden in the sunlight spread like a carpet between the fields.

At this time, it was already the autumn harvest season, and almost all the people in Linzi County went out to start harvesting.

For this year's autumn harvest in Qidi, Yan Guo from Yan Wang Ji Kang to several cabinet ministers, and then to the court ministers, all attach great importance to it.

Before the autumn harvest, in the documents from Jidu, several times in the form of official documents, the Qidi government and even various departments should do a good job of comprehensive mobilization to ensure a bumper harvest of autumn grain in Qidi this year.

As the highest political official of Qidi, Prime Minister Lu Zhonglian deeply knows the importance of this year's autumn harvest in Qidi to Yan State.

According to the words of his own king, the autumn harvest of Qi was the biggest political task of the Yan State at this time. The bumper harvest of grain in autumn is not only a matter of grain production, but also has a bearing on the support of the people in Qidi.

Lu Zhonglian, who had followed Ji Kang all the way in Liaodi, of course understood what his young king was thinking.

The best shortcut to gain the recognition of the people of Qi is to greatly increase the grain production of Qi land, so that the people of Qi can really see the benefits of being under the rule of Yan State.

The people of this era are pure and simple, and "the people take food as the sky" is not a joke.

If under the rule of the Yan Kingdom, grain production increases greatly, the impact on the hearts of the people of Qidi can be imagined.

Some time ago, the autumn rain continued, which made Minister Lu Zhonglian and even county officials in various places worried.

I am afraid that during the autumn harvest, it will still be this "bad" weather.

But now, that concern has been swept away.

The large-scale use of new farming tools and new fertilizers in Qidi, coupled with God's help. In Lu Zhonglian's view, the great increase in Qidi's autumn harvest grain is a foregone conclusion, and there are no accidents.

After discussing with the generals Wang Shi and Bo Wang, the cabinet minister, Lu Zhonglian, the three of them jointly issued several orders, except for the troops on the border, who maintained normal vigilance and patrols, and all the troops in other places were put into the autumn harvest to help the government and the people make the autumn harvest a success.

In front of a field, Qi Chong, who was transferred from Jilin County to serve as the county magistrate of Linzi County, watched several of his officials busy weighing and counting the final yield per mu of the ten acres of fields.

As a graduate of the second phase of Xiangping College, Qi Chong started as a village head.

In the past ten years, his official position has not risen as quickly as his classmates in the army.

However, Qi Chong walked very steadily, one step at a time.

started from the village head, to the mayor, to the township head, until now he has become the parent official of the people of a county.

Qi Chong, who was a wandering orphan in Jidu City, deeply knew that all this was not easy for him.

For yourself, what a luck!

Qi Chong will always remember that cold winter day, when he was dying of freezing on the streets of Jidu, the short figure that ran out of a van.

He is his savior; He is also his current king.

Qi Chong will always remember the words he said when he was the king and rescued himself.

"Quick, carry him to my car and feed him some hot porridge. Go to the doctor and make sure to revive him. We must not allow these wandering orphans to freeze to death on the streets of this thistle. ”

The king, who does not know himself, still remembers what he said.

However, he will never forget what he once said: "If these orphans of my Yan Kingdom freeze to death, what kind of face do I, the son of Yan Kingdom, have to be this son?" I am not worthy of being the son of Yan Kingdom. ”

Qi Chong will always remember the tears that flowed from his eyes when he looked at himself.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves interrupted Qi Chong's memories.

Qi Chong frowned slightly, looking in the direction where the sound of horses' hooves came.

I saw more than a dozen horses, coming from the direction of Linzi City.

When he got closer, Qi Chong saw clearly that the person on the horse in front of him was his old dean, Lu Zhonglian, the minister of the cabinet.

Qi Chong hurriedly greeted him, arrived in front of Lu Zhonglian's horse, and after raising his hand to salute, he hurriedly stepped forward to help Lu Zhonglian get off the horse.

said to Lu Zhonglian: "Dean, why did you come on horseback?" ”

"What? The old man can't ride a horse, he has to take a car? ”

Lu Zhonglian was supported by Qi Chong, dismounted and said to Qi Chong.

Qi Chong laughed twice and hurriedly said, "Students can't speak, don't blame the dean." ”

"The yield per mu is about to be counted, right?" Lu Zhonglian asked Qi Chong.

"Dean Qiyu, it's almost there, it's going to be counted right away."

"What is the base of your statistics?"

"Dean, in order to obtain the statistical yield per mu as soon as possible, the base number obtained by the students is ten acres of land, to see what is the final average yield per mu?"

Lu Zhonglian nodded, and did not pay attention to Qi Chong again.

A few steps forward, I came to a few small officials who had passed the scales, and watched them pass the scales.

After less than two moments, the weight of the ten acres of millet was finally weighed.

A small official in charge of the weighing this time came to Lu Zhonglian and Qi Chong excitedly, bowed back to report:

"Qi Yu Pavilion, the county order, the gross weight of this ten acres of millet is more than 4,600 catties, in this way, according to our conversion, the actual millet yield is estimated, and the yield per mu is at least more than 400 catties."

"What was the original yield per mu?" Lu Zhonglian asked this little official.

"Qi Yu Pavilion, the original yield per mu here was about 170 catties."

"Oh, so that is, the yield per mu is now more than double that of last year?"

"Yes, Prime Minister. This year's autumn harvest is a bumper harvest! The little official said excitedly.

When the people heard this, they rejoiced.

Lu Zhonglian and Qi Chong also laughed.

Turning around, Lu Zhonglian said to Ling Qi Chong of Linzi County: "It seems that these farmlands, after the sowing of new farm tools and the cultivation of new fertilizers, have indeed greatly improved the yield per mu, and the effect is very significant. ”

"As soon as possible, this batch of millet will be shelled, and the final actual output will be counted and reported to me. We must tell our king about this good news as soon as possible. ”

"No." Qi Chong bowed and replied.

Lu Zhonglian looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself: "Qidi autumn grain harvest, the people's hearts are gone!" ”

Before the words fell, I saw that the peasant family of the ten acres of land had already come to Lu Zhonglian and Qi Chong.

They already knew that the person in front of them was Prime Minister Lu Zhonglian.

The whole family knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Zhonglian and Qi Chong: "Thank you to the cabinet minister, thank you for the county order." ”

Lu Zhonglian hurriedly stepped forward, helped up the old man kneeling in front of him, and said, "The old man can't be like this, please get up quickly." The grain harvest is the love of God, and it is also the kindness of my king, and I Lu Zhonglian dare not bow down here. ”

The county commander Qi Chong took the opportunity and raised his arms and shouted to the people around him:

"I am the king of ten thousand years! Ten thousand years of Yanguo! ”

The people around him also cheered loudly with Qi Chong:

"I am the king of ten thousand years! Ten thousand years of Yanguo! ”

With the bumper harvest of autumn grain in Qidi, cheers like Linzi resounded over and over again on this land.

At the end of September, the capital of thistle, the royal palace.

After receiving the report of the autumn grain harvest of Qidi by the cabinet minister Lu Zhonglian, the court of Yan Guo was also relieved.

However, such a result was already expected by everyone.

Starting from Liaodi, to Buyeo, and then to Kei, such scenes have been seen a lot.

The crowd was not surprised, nor was it surprised.

In the Affinity Hall at the back of the palace hall, Ji Kang read the report of Lu Zhonglian, the prime minister of the palace.

Just lightly, he said to the waiter Ling Wang Cong beside him: "The autumn grain harvest in Qidi has been harvested." ”

Wang Cong hurriedly bowed to Ji Kang and said, "Congratulations to my king, congratulations to my king." ”

Ji Kang nodded with a smile and said to Wang Cong: "Follow me to the palace outside and go around." ”

"No." Wang Cong replied.

Ji Kang thought as he walked: "According to the words of the old dean Zou Yan, this year's bumper harvest of autumn grain in Qidi will definitely completely attach the hearts of the people of Qidi to my Yan country, and it will also prove to the world that the way of heaven is in my Yan country." ”

Thinking of this, Ji Kang shook his head:

"The way of heaven is important, but more important is humanity! If a person, a nation, or a country does not want to forge ahead, but looks to the way of heaven, then even if it is full of flowers, it will inevitably be extremely difficult to continue, and it will decline from prosperity to decline. ”

In autumn, the thistle palace, a grass, a tree, a brick, and a tile, all become extraordinarily poetic.

When a gust of wind blows, the golden leaves will scatter down, accompanied by autumn and poetry, scattered into everyone's heart.

Ji Kang was in the Thistle Palace, stepping on the golden leaves of the ground, walking slowly.

Stepping on the thick autumn yellow scattered and facing the warm autumn sun, the young king's heart was turbulent.