Yang Shuen's body was quickly disposed of by the tribe.

He was brought to the wilderness to facilitate the disposal of corpses.

After burying it on the spot, the tribes swept away the bloodstains again, and the traces left by Yang Shuen in the world were completely erased.

Li Qinzai left with Zinu and returned to Ganjingzhuang.

And the news of Yang Shuen's mysterious disappearance from Chang'an City finally spread.

The insider only saw that Yang Shuen was picked up by a mysterious carriage after he came out of the prison of the Criminal Department, and he was never seen again.

Although Jingjiao was severely punished by the imperial court, there were still hundreds of thousands of followers of Jingjiao after all, and the news of Yang Shuen's disappearance was boiling, and even some loyal believers went to report to the official.

The government took over the case and sent several officers to pretend to investigate, but in the end, naturally no clues were found, so the case was hastily closed in the name of "disappearance".

The believers who were loyal to Yang Shuen had no choice, and now it was the time for the imperial court to strictly investigate the Jingjiao, and after many days of turmoil, the believers had no choice but to give up.

No one knew that Yang Shuen's death was designed by Li Qinzai and Zinu with the tacit consent of Li Zhi.

When religion threatens the rule of the imperial power, Li Zhi will not allow people like Yang Shuen to live in the world, even if Li Qinzai does not get rid of him, Yang Shuen will die in all kinds of unbelievable accidents.

Is it true that the son of heaven has lost his temper?

…………

Ganjingzhuang.

Li Qinzai squatted on the edge of the field, staring at the few small green shoots quietly emerging from the field.

The growth of sweet potatoes was gratifying, and even Li Qinzai did not expect it, obviously the growth of this high-yield grain exceeded Li Qinzai's expectations.

There were only a few seeds, so Li Qinzai only encircled half of the land, but around this half of the land, there were densely standing guards.

What Li Zhi said was not an exaggeration, it was really a bird that didn't even want to fly in.

Indeed, there are marksmen who are on guard with bows every day, and if a bird flies in the sky, they will be shot mercilessly.

Because the seeds have already sprouted, the guards are worried that the birds will fly and peck the green shoots, which will affect the yield of sweet potatoes, so they really can't let the birds appear nearby.

Li Qinzai was crouching on the edge of the field and pondering how to handle the new crop when there was a swish, and another innocent bird was shot down by the guard's bow and arrow.

Li Qinzai was taken aback and turned to look at the sharpshooter.

The marksman withdrew his bow and arrow expressionlessly, looking at the sky indifferently, like a bird-killing maniac with no feelings, and his expression was very lonely.

"Tsk, I just shot a bird, why is my expression so dragging? My son is also good at shooting birds, did he drag? Proud? Li Qinzai muttered disdainfully.

From the point of view of conduct, buckwheat has the demeanor of a peerless master, every time after the slingshot hits the bird, he carefully hides the slingshot, for fear of being confiscated by his father, and his little expression does not dare to show the slightest smugness.

This is called low-key.

Behind Li Qinzai stood two old peasants, looking at the green shoots emerging from the ground with trepidation.

The old peasants were requisitioned from other villages, and the imperial court paid salaries, a total of 10 people, they were the most experienced farmers in the Guanzhong area, and their only task was to serve the sweet potatoes and strive to maximize the harvest.

But sweet potato is a new kind of grain, the old farmers have never seen it, they don't know the temper of this new grain, the old farmers don't dare to mess around, and now their mood can be described as apprehensive and panicked.

"Li Xianhou, this new grain, it ...... What kind of temper is it? Prefer drought or water, yin or sun, fertilize or not fertilize......"

Li Qinzai rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Do you still want to ask it how its character is?" Why don't I marry it, live with it for a while, and tell you about its temper? ”

The old farmer laughed, and then sighed: "The government said to let us serve it, but the old man has never seen this thing, I don't know how to serve it, look at the thousands of officers and soldiers inside and outside here, just to protect it, it is obviously a precious thing, if it is made out of a good way, the old man will die and it will be difficult to atone for his crimes." ”

Li Qinzai said slowly: "Say it's golden, it's really golden, inside and outside the Tang Dynasty, within the territory of thousands of miles, there are only a few seeds, if there is really a good one, it will be extinct." ”

The old farmer became more and more worried, and his dark face turned a little whiter: "So golden...... This, the old man still doesn't want to take this errand, sure enough, the money from the government is not so easy to get. ”

Li Qinzai smiled: "In fact, it's not a precious thing, you just follow the ordinary crops, water when you should water, fertilize when you should fertilize, and have a stable mentality. ”

The old farmer smiled bitterly a few times and sighed: "Don't comfort the old man, the old man knows that it must be a very special thing, I have listened to the officers and soldiers chatting in the past two days, saying that its harvest is very high, Li Xianhou, how high is it?" Is there 800 catties per mu? ”

Li Qinzai smiled and said: "If it is conservatively estimated, the production capacity per mu is more than 5,000 catties, if it is planted in fertile land and served thoughtfully, it is not difficult to break 6,000 catties per mu. ”

The old farmer was shocked and gasped: "Five thousand catties? Li Xianhou is afraid that Mo is not playing tricks on the old man, right? How can there be 5,000 catties of grain per mu in the world? ”

Li Qinzai said seriously: "No kidding, it really has." ”

The old farmer was dumbfounded and muttered: "If it really has a yield of 5,000 catties per mu, there will be no famine in the world from now on......"

Immediately, the old peasant looked at Li Qinzai with burning eyes, and said, "I heard from the officers and soldiers that this new grain was brought by Li Xianhou?" ”

"Yes, the process is very bumpy," Li Qinzai sighed gloomily: "In order to get it, we paid the price of human life, and it is planted in the soil with blood, so we have to ask the old man, we must be careful to serve, don't let the hero's blood flow in vain." ”

The old farmer gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, even if the old man dies, he won't dare to let it do any good." ”

After a moment of silence, the old farmer suddenly knelt down on the land with green shoots, kowtowed a few times, tears appeared in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "If the yield per mu is really 5,000 catties, the people of the world will no longer have to starve, and they will not be displaced in drought and flood years, and their wives will be separated." ”

"Li Xianhou, you have saved great merit for the people of the world! The grace of living a million should be worshiped by thousands of incense. ”

"When I turned around, the old man said to the neighbors in the village, let's set up a shrine for you and provide an immortal tablet, you are the great benefactor of the people of the world."

Li Qinzai smiled bitterly: "You don't have to, if you don't starve, I will be at ease, take good care of the crops, and when the harvest is at the end of summer, let's calculate the yield, strive to keep more seeds, and slowly popularize it in Guanzhong." ”

The simple old farmer was clumsy, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude, so after bowing down to the sweet potato, he knelt down to Li Qinzai.

Li Qinzai hurriedly helped him up, and the old farmer insisted on continuing to worship, and the two pulled each other inarticulate between the fields.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow suddenly shot out, and a bird that didn't attract anyone and didn't provoke anyone who passed by fell to the ground without blinking a blind eye.

The marksman folded his bow expressionlessly, looking at the sky gloomily and lonely.