The Chinese people are easily satisfied.

They don't even ask for a good harvest, as long as there are no natural or man-made disasters, then it proves that they have been recognized by the land, and they are naturally willing to thrive here.

According to the previous system, the huge spring ox has been placed in front, in the solemn music, Li Xinchen wore a solemn twelve sons of heaven, and slowly walked up the steps under the support of two maidservants.

The interlaced colors of black and red symbolized the supreme majesty in this era, and the beaded curtains hanging down from the twelve emperors of heaven blocked Li Xinchen's vision, coupled with the wide sleeves, so it was actually easy to have accidents without anyone's support.

When Li Xinchen saw his outfit in the bronze mirror, if it weren't for his figure being thin and tall, I am afraid that he would really be no different from the emperors in red and black dragon robes and pot-bellied emperors painted in the imperial paintings of later generations.

The spring breeze on the field brought warmth, blowing Li Xinchen's sleeves.

He walked up to the high platform and looked west.

Guangling County is the easternmost part of the Han Dynasty where a large-scale spring ploughing ceremony is held, from here to the west, the Jiankang Mansion will be attended by Lechang as the empress instead of Li Xinchen, and further west, Changsha, Jiangling, Chengdu······

Every town should also be waiting for the arrival of the auspicious time of the good day calculated by Qin Tian at this time.

Li Xinchen took a deep breath, at this time, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were already reading out the memorial text, for them, it is rare to have such an opportunity to show their heads all year round, especially in front of His Majesty, so it is naturally subdued and sonorous.

After reading the prayer text, it is time to perform the ritual of worshipping the heavens.

Li Xinchen held incense in his hand and faced the direction of the heavens, and saluted solemnly.

He is curious and grateful for this God in the dark, because it is because of this God that he came to this era, and it is precisely because of this God that the fate of many people in this era has changed because of this.

Perhaps there will no longer be an emperor named Yang Jian and the Sui Dynasty he established in the world, but the fate of the majority of the people will be turned around.

They no longer need to endure more wars and separations, but can have more opportunities to follow in the footsteps of the Han to pursue their own happiness.

At this time, Li Xinchen could only sigh, perhaps in the eyes of God, all beings are equal after all. Perhaps there are different classes in this world divided by power and wealth, but in the face of the twists and turns of fate and birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone is different, and they will have the same opportunity, which may not be compensated for by more power and money.

After that, it was the long-awaited process of crushing the spring ox.

For the people, those tongue-twisting sacrificial texts are in the clouds, and the process of Li Xinchen's sacrifice to the sky is even more solemn, making them feel like they are watching a very distant story, so only smashing the spring cow is the most interesting.

Li Xinchen raised the hammer and smashed it heavily on the spring cow, and soon smashed the pottery spring cow into pieces. In order to prevent the spring cattle from being too small and too many people waiting for them to cause robbery, Lu Zicai had already prepared more than a dozen slightly smaller spring cattle and put them around, and at this time, the soldiers also picked up their hammers to smash these spring cows.

Of course, the officials from the governor of Huainan to the back also had their spring cattle, adding up to twenty or thirty spring oxen all smashed, and then the surrounding soldiers were responsible for piling up the pieces together.

All of them were holding their breath.

Li Xinchen strode forward, stretched out his hand and took one of the pottery shards that had been piled up into a hill, wiped the dust on it heavily, put it in his arms, and then said loudly: "I have prayed to the heavens just now, bless this year with good weather and rain." And as the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty, I will do my best to protect the peace of the people! ”

"Hooray!" The people shouted.

As soon as Li Xinchen raised his hand, he retreated to the high platform, and the people flocked to grab the pottery pieces. For them, these pottery shards are not only a symbol of good fortune as before, but also have been blessed by His Majesty.

The period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties was a period of ideological integration in Chinese history, and the beliefs of the people were naturally mixed, some believed in Buddhism, some believed in Taoism, and some just trusted God, and no matter what, the loyalty and belief in the emperor has never changed throughout the ages, especially when Li Xinchen himself is not a faint monarch.

To be able to have such an emperor to rule over them, the people are already very satisfied.

Li Xinchen looked at the crowd of people looting below and smiled slightly.

This is also a scene that can only appear in the peaceful years, although the north is not yet under Li Xinchen's control, but at least the south no longer needs to worry about the war that may come at any time.

The scene in front of him reminded Li Xinchen of the hungry people, the barren land, the crows flying around, and the wild dogs with dark eyes in the darkness when he first arrived in this era······

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

At least Huainan has changed now, at least he came to this era, not doing nothing.

Everyone has the value of existence, looking at these people scrambling for fragments in front of him, looking at the smiles on their faces, Li Xinchen breathed a sigh of relief, at least on their smiles, Li Xinchen saw the value of his own existence.

At least not in vain.

"It's another spring benefit." Li Xinchen clapped his hands.

And Li Xinchen didn't know that at this time, it was only a hundred miles away in Jiankang Mansion.

At the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, on the high platform, Xiao Xiang, Ning Yuan and others were scrambling for the fragments without any dignity, and Lechang looked at the grand scene in front of him with the support of Qinghe, stretched out his hand to stroke his bigger and bigger belly, and showed a relieved smile, how long has it been since he saw the peaceful scene in front of him? Although Lechang, as the princess of Nan Chen and the daughter of Chen Ji, she didn't want to admit it very much, but she also had to say that Li Xinchen did bring a lot of different things to this country and this land.

Whether it is the farming equipment in the field that has been completely able to do one by one person-this depends on the large-scale production of the workshop, otherwise although the people of China did not lack technology before, they lacked enough productivity, and could only share a bone-turning waterwheel with a few households, etc., which naturally slowed down the pace of cultivation in the end - or the smiles on the faces of these people, made Lechang really feel different from a few years ago.

The focus of the Southern Chen court still falls on the scholar class after all, so it is obvious that the poetry after the spring ploughing is more eye-catching than the spring ploughing itself, especially as Chen Ji is old and no longer personally presides over the spring ploughing ceremony, which makes the people more and more dissatisfied with this court that is partial to the south of the Yangtze River and has no pursuit and will not bring them any real benefits.

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