Before you know it, it's autumn days.

This year, Dahan promoted the trial planting of corn and potatoes on a small scale.

Of course, the area of the experiment is mainly the area around Chang'an. Maolyeung-eup is also in the range.

Modern high-yielding corn and potato seeds, combined with land that has not been destroyed by modern ripening agents such as chemical fertilizers, the end result is a bumper harvest.

The bumper harvest around Chang'an directly made Liu Che determined to promote the cultivation of corn and potatoes throughout the country.

The Department of Agriculture has distributed corn and potato seeds to various locations.

In order to promote this crop, the support and momentum of the government are indispensable.

It is said that the plan of the year lies in spring. Actually, the real planning should start in the fall, and then after a winter of preparation, everything is in place.

Liu Che and the people of Si Nongsi had just held a small court meeting, and an attendant hurriedly came and said a few words in his ear.

"What?" Liu Che's eyes dimmed instantly.

He received news of Jiang Chong's death.

At this time, Jiang Chong, in front of Liu Che, was naturally loyal and patriotic.

However, he has just risen, and in Liu Che's mind, his position is not so stable. Liu Che only has a trace of sadness.

"If Yan Ming is here, it would be fine." I thought of the corn and potatoes that had just been discussed at the meeting of the Agricultural Division, which Yan Ming had made up. For a moment, Liu Che remembered Yan Ming again.

Before his faint sadness had dissipated, someone hurried in.

"What's the bad news?" Liu Che looked at the attendant who hurriedly ran in and wanted to scold.

Before the words of scolding could be spoken, the attendant outside shouted impatiently: "Your Majesty, great joy, Yan Hou is not dead." ”

"What!" Liu Che's body seemed to have been struck by lightning in an instant. His eyes lit up instantly.

Jiang Chong's death was immediately forgotten by him.

"What you said is true?" Liu Che grabbed the neck of the chamberlain with both hands, and only rolled the eyes of the chamberlain.

Only then did Liu Che realize his gaffe, and quickly let go of his hand, and gently patted the back of the waiter to help him calm down.

The chamberlain reacted that it was the emperor who patted him on the back and immediately knelt down in fright.

Liu Che dragged him up and said, "What you said is true, Yanhou is not dead?" ”

The chamberlain nodded again and again, not daring to lie.

"Where is he? Take me to him. Liu Che asked loudly.

"Your Majesty, Yan Hou is on his way here, please wait a while." The chamberlain replied.

At this time, Yan Ming was on his way to Chang'an.

The autumn harvest is over.

The land between Chang'an and Maolingyi has formed furrows and ridges according to the method he used to cultivate corn and potatoes last year.

With this cultivation method, as long as the land is doubled next year, new ditches and ridges can be formed, and the crops planted can be regarded as a different place, and the soil nutrition will naturally keep up.

There is a lot of gravel on the road, but fortunately, Yan Ming will be better if he rides a horse instead of a car.

On the originally empty land, a crowd suddenly gathered. And most of the people gathered together, looking at the color of their clothes, were the officials of the Chang'an Weiwei Yamen.

Yan Ming walked by the side, and after seeing those people from the yamen busy, he also saw Zhang Tang and Zhao Yu, and there was something beckoning.

He didn't stop, he went straight over.

Last night, Nameless had already reported Jiang Chong's death to him.

Embroidered Captain, that is the last force under the direct leadership of the Empress Dowager Dou.

I heard that after last night, Fan Sheng died. Father-in-law Yang said that Fan Sheng was violently ill, contagious, and could not see people.

This news made Yan Ming sad for a long time.

Fan Sheng looks shrewd and doesn't hate him. It's just a murderous mission for the royal family, and then it disappears. He was a little unwilling.

For this matter, before he went to Chang'an, he went to find his father-in-law alone.

Seeing Yan Ming's attitude, Father-in-law Yang first comforted him, and then explained.

In the end, tell Yan Ming that your heart is too soft.

These words made Yan Ming very shocked.

Isn't it a good thing to be kind to others? Isn't soft-heartedness Buddha-nature? But why in this world, most of the people who are kind to others are at the bottom? Why is it that soft-hearted people who cultivate themselves and cultivate their hearts for a lifetime are not as good as those who have done evil all their lives?

Suddenly, Yan Ming thought of a sentence, put down the butcher knife and became a Buddha on the spot.

What bullshit is this. Putting down the butcher's knife is much easier than practicing for a lifetime, but you can become a Buddha on the spot. In this world, the yardstick for measuring good people and bad people is always not uniform.

Jiang Chong should be damned, Fan Sheng should not be damned.

But who deserves to die and who doesn't, who has the final say?

The felt war horse soaked past the place where Jiang Chong had an accident.

These thoughts flashed through Yan Ming's mind.

When you can't control your fate, you can only keep the bottom line and work silently.

Ahead, the long-lost Chang'an City is blanching.

The north branch of Weishui is like a jade belt, passing around the city.

In late autumn, fog rises most easily. In the soaring mist, Chang'an City is like a pavilion in a fairyland, towering majestically.

In the fog that lasted almost a morning, all the maids of Weiyang Palace were mobilized. Sprinkle and sweep the palace, for only one, to welcome Yanhou.

After passing through the North City Gate, you will enter the familiar East and West Cities.

Dongshi, that is the old house of the Tian family. Opposite to the old house of the Tian family, it is the most famous restaurant in the West Market, the drunken fairy building.

Passing from the door of the Drunken Immortal Building, Da Liu was waiting for the heat at the door for a long time.

Seeing Yan Ming, they knelt down in unison, tears in their eyes.

Yan Ming waved at them and did not stop.

Weiyang Palace, Liu Che waited for him again.

In the familiar corridor, Yan Ming slowly traveled through the past. I saw the main hall of Weiyang Palace.

The door was not an attendant, but Liu Che.

He was wearing a black cloak embroidered with dragon patterns, and when he waited at the door of the main hall of Weiyang Palace, he saw Yan Ming's figure from afar, and he relaxed in one breath.

Yan Ming really didn't die, he came back.

Liu Che was very worried that he had received fake news. But now that he saw Yan Ming's familiar steps and slightly taller head, Liu Che's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

As an emperor, you shouldn't cry. He threw his head back and let out a laugh that suppressed the emotion.

"Dead monkey, I know you won't die so easily." Liu Che scolded with a smile and walked down the steps.

Yan Ming saw Liu Che walking down, trotted by himself, and went up the steps of the main hall of Weiyang Palace. When he came to Liu Che, before he could kneel down and salute, he was pulled by Liu Che and said, "You and I don't have to be polite, come in and tell me about your experience in the Huns." ”

Yan Ming nodded, and the two of them helped each other and entered the main hall of Weiyang Palace.

The surrounding chamberlains naturally stayed outside. They all knew that every time the emperor saw Yan Ming, he didn't allow idlers to observe.

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