A moment later.

Fang Xiu, who was dressed in a crane crimson robe, came to the empress.

"Your Majesty!"

Wu Mingkong sat behind the dragon chair, raised his eyes to look at it, and asked casually, "What's the matter?" ”

Fang Xiu didn't answer, but asked, "Your Majesty, do you know what day tomorrow is?" ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this question, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

"I know how this courtier could have forgotten my birthday."

Her expression was indifferent, she looked at Fang Xiu, and pretended to be careless: "What day?" ”

Fang Xiu said with some sadness: "How can Your Majesty forget such an important day!" ”

Obviously questioning.

For some reason, Wu Mingkong couldn't get angry, the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, but his fair face was very cold, and said:

"I still have to remember what days are so important."

Fang Xiu said bitterly:

"Tomorrow is the first day of the autumn harvest! The sweet potatoes on the outskirts of the city are ripe! ”

“......”

Wu Mingkong's eyes were lost for a moment, and it took a while to react.

Originally, he was talking about the autumn harvest......

The empress, who is determined to be a virtuous monarch, should be excited when she hears the word "autumn harvest".

But at this moment, she always felt a little lost in her heart.

But I don't know where this loss comes from.

[Mood +2000]

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu, squeezed out a smile, and said, "It turned out to be the autumn harvest, but I was too busy to forget." ”

Fang Xiu sighed and said earnestly: "Your Majesty, agriculture, the great capital of the world, and the people rely on it to make a living...... How can you forget such an important thing! ”

If it were placed on weekdays, Wu Mingkong would definitely not be outdone when he heard this.

But at the moment, he was not in this mood, but said:

"You have a point, this matter is negligent."

Fang Xiu looked at the somewhat lost Empress and asked, "Why is it that the minister is not comfortable looking at His Majesty?" But that one is coming? ”

Wu Mingkong's clear eyes revealed a touch of confusion, which one is that?

It took a while to react.

He's talking about menstruation.

This bastard!

Wu Ming glanced blankly at Fang Xiu, and scolded him in his heart, too lazy to bother with him.

Seeing that the empress ignored him, Fang Xiu said again, "Your Majesty has something to say to the minister?" ”

Wu Mingkong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after all, there was no exit, just said, "No." ”

Fang Xiu said: "The minister will retire first!" ”

After saying that, he got up and saluted, and turned around to leave.

Wu Mingkong looked at his back, hesitated, but still stopped him.

"Wait!"

Fang Xiu turned his head and looked at Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong gritted his teeth and said, "You entered the palace just to tell me that tomorrow's autumn harvest?" ”

When Fang Xiu heard this, he patted his head and said, "The minister has one more thing, if it wasn't for His Majesty's reminder, the minister would have almost forgotten!" ”

Wu Mingkong couldn't wait to ask, "What's the matter?" ”

Fang Xiu said: "Tomorrow, the farmers in the suburbs of the northern city will start plowing the land, and the minister wants to ask His Majesty and the hundred officials to work with the farmers."

Let's see if the yield per mu of this sweet potato is fifteen times that of rice, as the minister said! ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this, he was a little stunned.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and you let me go out of the city to plow the land?

That's fine.

What annoyed her the most was that Fang Xiu, the bastard, seemed to have really forgotten her birthday!

When the first emperor was here, this minister was obviously not like this!

bullied her every day, but she couldn't even remember her birthday!

It's so angry!

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, only to feel a congested breath rise in his chest, he couldn't swallow it, he couldn't spit it out, and it was very uncomfortable.

This time.

Fang Xiu's voice came again.

"Your Majesty?"

Wu Mingkong squinted at Fang Xiu and said coldly: "I know, I will be there tomorrow." ”

When Fang Xiu heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Then the minister is relieved, and the minister will retire!" ”

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, and turned to leave.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, watching his back fade away, and his heart was irritable, but he didn't know who to talk to.

After all.

It was her decision not to celebrate her birthday.

Even if Fang Xiuzhen forgot her birthday, she shouldn't complain, she should be happy.

But.

I don't know why.

She just couldn't be happier......

Wu Mingkong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the boredom and loss in his heart, looked at Lin Wan'er, and commanded:

"Bring me the concerto, I won't rest today!"

............

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Mao time.

The sky was just dawning.

Bursts of mist in the air, mixed with the smell of dirt after the rain, drifted across the fields.

In various parts of the Great Qian, countless peasant households have been carrying hoes and working in the fields.

A sweet potato field somewhere on the outskirts of Chang'an.

Wu Mingkong stood at the head of the field, looking at the green patch in front of him, and felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

In her eyes, the autumn harvest must be more important than her birthday.

Especially this year's autumn harvest is even more important!

Because!

In this year's autumn harvest, the first batch of sweet potatoes is just ripe!

According to the bastard.

The yield per mu of sweet potatoes can reach fifteen times that of rice!

If all this is true, it means that from now on, Daqian will never fall into the crisis of food shortage again!

Agriculture, the world's capital!

Food is the foundation of everything!

The main reason why Qianguo has not been able to develop and grow is that the land is barren and there is too little fertile land!

So much so that the food produced is not enough to feed the people.

Not even the people could be fed, let alone rearmament and trade......

The people have to stop being hungry before they think about doing other things.

Qianguo can prosper as she thought.

"You don't need fifteen times as much rice, as long as you have five times, no, three times, it's enough!"

Wu Mingkong's bright eyes stared at the sweet potato leaves in the field.

Although there was no expression on his face, he was very worried in his heart.

The civil and military officials stood not far from the empress, looking at the working farmers, and their faces showed compassion.

Youyu Shi sighed: "The Tian family has few idle months, and the people are busy in August, these farmers are really not easy!" ”

As soon as this remark came out.

All the officials thought deeply and sighed one after another.

"On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass into the soil, although this farmer is illiterate and does not read sages, he can also rank second among the four people, so be it!"

"It's not easy, it's not easy!"

sighed for a moment.

The first to speak the imperial history, suddenly had a feeling, compassionate, wrote a poem on the spot, and said loudly:

"The Tian family has few idle months, and August is very busy.

......

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it. ”

As soon as this poem came out.

Many imperial historians looked over and praised: "Bai Daren is brilliant, and he is worried about the people, he is really a model for us!" ”

"Where, where! Compared with the hard-working farmers, Zai Xia is just a scholar who has no power to restrain chickens, and when he sees the suffering in this world, he feels and can't help but sigh. ”

The imperial history waved his hand, still looking compassionate.

When the officials of the surrounding departments heard this, they all looked sideways.

Qin Xingyan, the head of the household, looked at him, didn't say anything, but scolded in his heart: "This group of bitches raised by the imperial history, they know how to move their mouths all day long, they are really such pitiful farmers, and I don't see you go down to help them!" ”

The hundreds of officials of all ministries looked at these imperial histories, and they all had the same mentality to a greater or lesser extent.

Right now.

Fang Xiu's voice suddenly sounded.

"Since Bai Yushi is so worried about the people, this year's three hundred stone officials will be distributed to the people!"