The crane flew leisurely, and Lu Hanyang sat on its back and looked at the retreating ground below, which felt very happy.

"The rice is harvested! This is the first season of Champa rice on the land of Guanzhong! Flying and flying, a golden patch below caught his attention, causing the red-crowned crane to stop and look at the rice being harvested below.

On the golden earth, the rice shook gently in the wind, and the golden color of the grains on the full ears made Lu Hanyang very happy.

These are not only the true value of Lu Hanyang, but also the things that the people can eat with this, only this area of the Hetao Plain in the entire Guanzhong region is suitable for rice cultivation, and most of the rest of the places are still wheat.

However, it does not hinder the general situation of Datang's grain output increasing this year. The area in Lingnan has been harvested twice, and now it has been planted in the third season.

"As long as you work so hard, how can you not have enough to eat? Under intensive cultivation, the land will not be disadvantaged to the hard-working people. Unless there is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, ......" Lu Hanyang looked at all this happily.

The people below also found the white crane in the sky, and immediately many knelt down to Lu Hanyang above. In this era, the people are extremely simple, and they know how to be grateful.

"Haha......" Lu Hanyang continued to fly forward.

Along the way, he discovered that his original estimate that only rice was grown in the Hetao Plain was inaccurate, because the fields around his newly dug Shenxian Canal were also being cultivated.

Of course, all the rice planted here is upland, not in the paddy fields, but in the way of adding more water when the rice is transplanted, tillered, and the flowers are fruitful.

This is also proposed by Lu Hanyang, in fact, rice needs a lot of water, but it does not mean that it needs to be planted in paddy fields all the time. It is enough to have enough water at critical moments in the growth process.

The cultivation of rice in the Yellow River basin is much more than Lu Hanyang speculated, and the people are more happy than in previous years.

Rice is cultivated more delicately than wheat because it requires more water to grow, but it also yields more than wheat. The yield of wheat in Datang is about two stones, while the yield of rice can be more than three stones, or even four stones.

In this way, the people will have more food, and it is already a great blessing to have enough to eat this year, and the people will not care about the extra work. In their simple values, it is very normal to gain more and give more.

"A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides......" Lu Hanyang somehow remembered this song, probably because the scene of rice harvest gave him a special feeling.

The harvest of the people along the way made Lu Hanyang feel that everything was worth it, and even if there were countless challenges in the future, he felt that he had enough confidence to resist.

He doesn't know how many outsiders there will be in this world in the future, what kind of ability they have, and whether there will be anyone who will unite to attack Datang, but he knows that he is here, the people of Datang are here, and the Chinese nation is here.

That's enough, I'm not a virgin, what kind of national tolerance, that's what they will give to them after they surrender to the Tang Dynasty. Do all the strangers with ill intentions have to accept them with the so-called fraternity?

Mr. Dongguo's story tells us that this is not advisable, at least if they surrender completely.

Advance along the waterway of the Yellow River and fly directly over countless mountains, rivers, hills, and plains. This land is the place he will protect in the future, and the whole person is like a beast patrolling his territory. If there is a person who dares to peep into this land, it is his enemy.

There was nothing to say all the way, and Lu Hanyang also saw the improvement of the people's lives, which is very good. But there are also countless classes above the heads of the people, Lu Hanyang doesn't care about their existence, but he can't oppress them excessively.

Gradually, I came to a huge waterfall, which is the most famous Hukou Waterfall on the Yellow River. When the boiling river reaches here, it pours down. A spectacular waterfall is formed, and a huge wave is set off.

Before I got closer, I could already hear its voice, like a wave of pine waves, and like a wave of overlapping waves.

Below the waterfall is a deep pool, and on the other side of the river is a boardwalk, which stretches into the distance on the rocky riverbank.

At this time, there was no market town here, and the withering population was not enough for the Chinese nation to expand to the surrounding areas, and the national population was only 20 million, which can be said to be a very small population base.

Therefore, it is still a desolate place, and only when the caravan passes by, will you appreciate the magnificence of this Hukou Waterfall. Lu Hanyang didn't care about this, anyway, he was just passing by here, and he didn't want to stop here.

After taking a look at the waterfall, he was ready to leave. At this moment, a caravan slowly moved across the river.

This is a small caravan, only about 20 ox carts, and the carriages are basically not qualified to be used by merchants, unless they are side branches of the nobles of the noble clan, they can find a horse-drawn cart for the master to use as a frame.

Ox carts and donkey carts are the main configuration of the Datang caravan, and this caravan is no exception. But Lu Hanyang found that in the caravan, there were not only animal-powered carts, but also human-powered carts.

Two yellow-skinned little guys pulled a cart and followed the caravan, constantly struggling. Neither of them is an adult, and their green faces testify to their age.

But they followed the caravan without saying a word, and did not miss a single step.

In front of the caravan, there was an ox cart, on which a middle-aged man who looked rich was sitting, holding a kettle in his hand to drink.

"You two, don't be lazy, keep up, if you fall behind and lose Lao Tzu's goods, you can't afford to kill you directly!" The middle-aged man yelled at the two kids pulling the cart behind him.

"You ......" one teenager looked annoyed as another grabbed him.

"Don't worry, Master Fang, your goods will never be lost, but did you say that this is going to Luoyang? When you arrive in Luoyang, you have to let our brothers go to find our relatives! Another teenager said to the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Of course, this old man is a good man, as long as you pull the old man's car to Luoyang, I will send someone to find your relatives!" The middle-aged man said.

"Thank you, sir, thank you!" The boy thanked.

"Haha...... Thank you! Don't you know that since you are with me, you can still leave? When I arrived in Luoyang, I tied up the two of you boys directly and sold them to the cement kiln, but it was worth a lot of money! At this time, the fat old man said what was in his heart.