Xiao Jingchen sat in the courtyard of the inn, silently looking at the bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight sprinkled on his face, making his face even colder.

Liang Twelve saw that he had been sitting for a long time, and stepped forward to persuade: "Master, why don't we turn around and go back to Kyoto now, half a day's journey, we can arrive before dawn." ”

Ding Rui also said: "The Queen Mother is seriously injured, so if you don't worry, go back and take a look, and when the Queen Mother wakes up, it's not too late for us to set off for Northern Xinjiang." ”

Xiao Jingchen shook his head: "Since it has come out, there is no reason to turn back." ”

And when he went back, he would never have a chance to go to northern Xinjiang again.

"Then what about the Queen Mother? I haven't even heard of that Huo Xuanlian, is there really such a thing in this world? ”

Liang Twelve was also very worried about the Queen Mother's injury.

Xiao Jingchen got up and returned to the room, quickly wrote a letter, and handed it to Liang Twelve, "Early tomorrow morning, you send this letter to Linjia Village and hand it to Ah Ruan." ”

Liang Twelve took the letter and said: "The subordinates must go and return quickly, and the master will go to the north to wait for his subordinates first." ”

Xiao Jingchen nodded, and said to his subordinates guarding the courtyard: "Let's all go and rest, and continue to hurry tomorrow morning." ”

Early the next morning, Xiao Jingchen took a group of his subordinates and rode towards the northern frontier, while Liang 12 went to Huaiyang Mansion in the opposite direction.

On the first day of the fifth lunar month, Linjia Village surrounded several layers of people inside and out.

These people are all from nearby villages, and there are also some people who come from the county to see the excitement.

Today is the day when the first batch of sweet potato seedlings are transplanted, and the scene is even more lively than the New Year.

The prince was dressed in a short suit, holding a long-handled sickle in his hand, standing on the ground, pushing the hat that shaded the sun on his head, and smiled at Lin Ruan, "Look at Lonely, don't you look like a farmer?" ”

Lin Ruan ruthlessly dismantled the stage: "The courtiers have never seen a crop chased by someone with an umbrella to deliver water." ”

The prince turned his head and glared at the chamberlain who was holding an umbrella for him, "Lone has told you many times, stay away from Lone." ”

The waiter grimaced and took two steps back weakly.

Lin Ruan really couldn't stand it, "Your Highness, don't embarrass these servants, they are also very embarrassed." ”

When the attendants heard this, they almost cried bitterly. Since their Royal Highness left the palace, he has become less and less like a prince, lying in this field every day, tanning not to mention, and always thinking that they are in the way.

Do you really think of yourself as a farmer?

Can you pity these poor and weak servants? If the prince really wants to have something bad, they are the first ones who are unlucky.

It's better to be the lord of Fuyou County, look at the maid guards of the county lord of Fuyou, how worry-free they are day by day, and they don't have to worry about when the master will be a moth.

The prince was a little embarrassed, he also knew that he had let himself go too far in the recent period, but it was difficult to leave the palace, and he didn't have to be as cautious as he was in the palace, but some of the careful thoughts and ideas that he had been backlogged for many years were hooked out.

Lin Ruan didn't care if he was embarrassed or not, and turned his head to explain to the agricultural officials the precautions for cutting sweet potato seedlings.

The peasant officials listened attentively, took notes, and then turned their heads to look at the prince.

Because the prince said that this first sweet potato seedling must be cut by his own hands.

Finally, it was his turn to play, the prince straightened the sunshade hat on his head, walked to the nursery, found a thick seedling according to the essentials Lin Ruan just said, and cut the seedling with a sickle about an inch and a half from the ground.

"Good!"

The chamberlain clapped his hands and cheered very exaggeratedly, and the peasant officials and Qin County Ling and others next to him also applauded.

Lin Ruan and Chen Zhizhou couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

It's just a seedling, it's really not like that.

Not wanting to see such an exaggerated performance by the prince again, Lin Ruan hurriedly waved his hand and asked the Lin family, who had been waiting next to him, and Tian Dazhuang and others to cut the seedlings together.

Seeing a group of croppers cutting the seedlings quickly and accurately with their hands and feet, the prince felt that his actions just now were really a bit stupid, and hurriedly carried the sickle out of the nursery.

The first seedlings were cut and immediately carried to the ground and distributed to the villagers who had been waiting there for a long time.

These villagers are not only from Linjia Village, but also from several other villages.

As long as the sweet potato seedlings survive and grow to a certain length, the young seedlings at the top can be picked for secondary planting.

In this way, the pressure on the nursery can be reduced, so that more people can grow sweet potatoes as soon as possible.

The villagers who were allocated the sweet potato seedlings, looking at the delicate seedlings, were so excited that their eyes were red, and after thanking Lin Ruan and the prince one by one, they hurriedly covered the seedlings with cloths, for fear that they would be killed by the sun. Then he hurriedly carried the seedlings to the nearby fields, waiting to see how the seedlings would be planted.

This job has to be operated by Lin Ruan himself to show them.

In fact, the work of planting sweet potato seedlings does not have any technical content. Sweet potato seedlings are easy to live, even if they are inserted into the soil.

But if you want to be productive, you still need some skill.

The weather in the north is dry and rainy, so to plant sweet potatoes, you need to pile up the soil in the field, and then insert the seedlings on the wall, which can effectively reduce soil erosion, field management and harvesting, and it is more convenient.

Lin Ruan personally demonstrated it, and after making sure that the villagers who had already received the seedlings had learned it, he hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.

It's not a good feeling to be surrounded in the middle of a crowd on this hot day.

The villagers who had learned did not delay for a moment, and hurriedly rushed towards their fields with the seedlings, eager to plant the seedlings as quickly as possible.

The sweet potato seedlings of one acre of land were cut for more than an hour.

Nearly 100 households received the first batch of seedlings. The villagers who didn't get it kept asking when the second batch of seedlings would come out.

Lin Ruan estimated the time and told them to come back in seven days.

Now that the weather is hot, as long as the water and nutrients are sufficient, the sweet potato seedlings can grow rapidly, and it only takes a few days for the second batch of seedlings to be harvested again.

The villagers were so happy that they didn't gather around here anymore, and went to the villagers' homes where they were given sweet potato seedlings to watch, and learned from the experience first.

Lin Ruan finally completed his first round of mission and returned to the courtyard with people.

Green Calyx hurriedly brought over the iced mung bean soup, "County Lord, drink a bowl to get rid of the heat." This year, it was too hot, and it was only May, and it felt like an ambush. I really don't know what kind of heat it will be when it really gets to Futian. ”

Lin Ruan also felt that this year was very hot, and there was less rain.

The master and servant were chatting without saying a word, when suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

Lin Ruan looked up and saw Liang Twelve turn over from his horse.