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Although Li Er did not have time to come, he often received secret letters, and his heart was itching, just in case, he had sent 16 guards to guard Kyoto to closely guard the rice fields, except for a dozen people on the Zhuangzi who were dedicated to taking care of the rice fields, and no idle people were allowed to approach.

According to the growth cycle of super rice, it is two months and twenty days, probably because of climate and geographical restrictions, eighty days have passed, the rice in the rice field is still a little green, Changsun Chong thought it was in addition to the accident, squatting on the ground every day to watch, as long as it is ripe and immediately start harvesting.

Because it is far away, Li Er can't come often, and when he sees the following recital every day, his heart is itching, and he can't wait to be able to fly over with his wings and feast his eyes.

Finally, after receiving the excerpt of the ripe rice from the eldest grandson Chong, and receiving the eldest grandson Chong picking a rice ear with his own hands and wrapping it in a handkerchief, Li Er held the full rice ear, looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter continued for a long time, which frightened the concubines and the children trembled.

In the early court, Li Er took out the ears of rice and asked the courtiers to see the immortal food and hope of Ai Datang.

Fang Xuanling is in charge of the people's livelihood, and he is very familiar with the five grains, and when he got this rice ear, he crawled on the ground excitedly and said: "Congratulations to Your Majesty for getting this immortal grain, Weichen just counted carefully, the entire rice ear has two hundred and ninety-eight grains, and each one, and each one is half larger than our rice before the Tang Dynasty." When Wei Chen went to visit Lao Du before, he once followed Lao Du to calculate how many rice seedlings and branches can be in an acre of land, and then according to the weight of today's rice ear, the yield of ten stones per mu is not a problem, and one acre of land can feed a family. ”

"Weichen congratulates Your Majesty on getting this immortal food, as long as it takes a few years, we Datang will definitely have no hungry people!" The head of the household is still in the book, and when the people have a bumper harvest, he can collect taxes, and the treasury is full, and he no longer wants to starve to death rats when the treasury is empty this year.

"With this kind of immortal food, my Datang will take revenge, and the matter of the two bastards can be brought up as soon as possible, and Weichen will ask for his life, and he is willing to serve His Majesty and the people of Datang!" Li Jing, the secretary of the military department, considered that there was food, so naturally there would be grain and grass to fight.

Si Nongqing, Lord Li Wei, felt that this kind of immortal grain must be vigorously promoted and planted everywhere in Datang.

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There are different opinions, there is rarely such a lively time in the court, Wang Gui, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is in a hurry, and the limelight cannot be robbed of the other five departments, such a major event, how can he not sacrifice to heaven and earth, and tell his ancestors, and hurriedly came out: "Your Majesty, this kind of benefit to the country and the people, the merit is in the autumn, Weichen pleads to sacrifice to heaven and earth to harvest again, and pray that God will give me more protection from the Tang Dynasty." ”

The calmest thing in the court is the eldest grandson Wuji, this guy has been pretending to be deep, this rice seed is made by his son, even if he doesn't let go of a fart in the court, His Majesty will not forget the merits of their eldest grandson's family, and it is not a problem to add officials to knighthood.

Li Er touched the mustache on his lips and said with a smile: "What Wang Aiqing said is that I have asked Yuan Tiangang to choose Ji Yue, and we will sacrifice the field in the rice field of the eldest grandson's family. ”

When everyone heard this, they chuckled in their hearts, just thinking that the promotion of rice could benefit the country and the people, but they forgot who cultivated this rice, and they all looked at the eldest grandson Wuji with envy and jealousy.

Cheng Yanjin is the biggest outlier in the court, walked in front of the eldest grandson Wuji, and said sourly: "Brother Auxiliary Machine, where did Chongxian's nephew get the rice seeds, why don't you get more rice seeds, so that we can have more rice seeds next year." ”

Although the eldest grandson Wuji had already prepared his words, when he heard Cheng Yanjin's annoying question, he was not at ease in his heart, and said: "Good things, everyone wants them, but there are only so many, how can I do it?" Besides, where did my son get the good things, naturally the secret of our eldest grandson's family, if you also know, your five bastard sons didn't climb on the head of my son. Don't forget, I haven't settled accounts with you yet. ”

Cheng Biting Jin smiled and touched his nose, the last thing he wanted this year was for others to mention that Cheng Chuliang slept with the daughter of the eldest grandson's family, and said: "Hehe, for brother, I don't envy you for having a good son!" ”

Although the eldest grandson Wuji played Tai Chi and did not tell everyone about rice seeds, everyone is an old fox who has been immersed in silver officialdom for so many years, and he has already had a plan in his heart, and he will stare at the eldest son of the eldest grandson family in the future, what he does, he will follow what he does, no, what the juniors in the family will follow! If you don't take everyone to play, you have to stick to the stalking.

Li Er asked people to personally find Yuan Tiangang to watch the sky at night, and in the next ten days, the autumn was high and cool, cloudless, and it was all sunny and good weather.

The eldest grandson Chong received Li Er's reply and was surprised, this Yuan Tiangang pinched his fingers and calculated, is it more powerful than the weather forecast in the 21st century? If you can see the weather conditions for ten days, you must know that later generations will take great efforts to launch satellites, take atmospheric satellite photos in space, and analyze countless theoretical events to come up with relatively accurate predictions.

Li Er led hundreds of civil and military officials, came to the Zhuangzi of the eldest grandson's family, and came directly to the ground, and prepared sacrifices in advance to tell the things that the heavens and the earth needed.

In the golden autumn season, the rice is fragrant, and the yellow-orange and orange rice fields are turning over the golden waves, with the hope and joy of harvest, quietly coming. The golden rice fields and heavy ears of rice are full of sustenance and hope for Changsun Chong.

It's finally ripe, and it's finally ready to be harvested.

Soon Li Er completed the sacrificial steps, and the farmer, who had been prepared a long time ago, sharpened his knife and Huo Huo to the rice field. Li Er, snatched the sickle in Changsun Chong's hand, bent down to cut the rice, although the movements were not as skilled as those who had been doing farm work for many years, but they were very serious and focused.

The ministers saw that Li Er had started to work, and the others could not be idle, so they took sickles to cut the rice.

Fortunately, in order to save the time of sharpening knives, Changsun Chong prepared a lot of sharpened sickles overnight, otherwise let this group of old guys cut rice, and the farmers watched, when will it be finished!

Generals like Cheng Biting Jin and Li Er are a little better, with great strength, so they won't be embarrassed; But those civil officials can't do it, they can't cut a few meters, so they have to hold the ears of rice, chant and chatter, chant poems against each other, and do what they are good at.

After working in the field for a long time, Li Er was so happy that he put down the sickle and saw some rice grains scattered in the field, squatting on the ground, and picking them up one by one.

"Your Majesty, there are so many here, don't waste time picking up the few grains that fall on the ground." Wei Chigong raised his voice and asked puzzledly, isn't it just a grain of rice?

Li Er glared at Wei Chigong and scolded angrily: "This is a grain of rice, which can give birth to one rice seedling, and one rice seedling has eight branches, and each rice ear has three hundred grains of rice, and there are two thousand four hundred grains; The 2,400 seeds of the next year will be used as seeds for the year after tomorrow, and how many will be turned into countless rice seeds year after year. ”

Wei Chigong hurriedly said respectfully: "It's the last general who is short-sighted!" Squatting down seven feet and sturdy, he followed Li Er to pick up ears of rice, striving not to waste a single rice seed.

The peasants cut the rice, and the soldiers of the 16th Guard, under the leadership of Cheng Yanjin, carried the bundles of rice to the cart, pulled down the pressed threshing floor, and spread them on the ground.

On the contrary, the eldest grandson Chong, who was in charge at the beginning, had nothing to do, and sat on the haystack and watched everyone busy.

Li Er and the ministers wanted to verify this historical moment with their own eyes, and prepared to live in the Zhuangzi of the eldest grandson's house, waiting for the results of the harvest to come out.

Twenty acres of land, a total of 31,000 catties were harvested, with an average yield of 1,550 catties per mu. According to one hundred and twenty catties and one stone, the grain production is fully twelve stones, and even after a few big suns, there will be at least eleven stones.

Li Er was excited, holding a large handful of freshly beaten rice in both hands, and eagerly watched the plump grains of rice fall from his fingers. This is only one season a year, if it is two seasons or three seasons, it is not 3,000 catties or 4,000 catties per mu. Oh my God, how much grain will I have to harvest this year!

The ministers went crazy, and they sprinkled the rice on their faces, and they didn't like the rice to prick people, and the eldest grandson Chong felt itchy for them when he looked at it!

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