When the white surnamed Yushi heard this, his face turned red, and he held back a sentence for a while.

"Fang Xiang, the sum of Xia Guan's year's Yulu is only more than 200 stones."

Fang Xiu squinted at him: "Didn't you say three hundred stones in the poem just now?" ”

The white surname Yushi blushed and said, "It's just to rhyme." ”

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said, "More than 200 stones are more than 200 stones...... Qin Xingyan, you remember, Bai Yushi is high and bright, he is kind and charitable, and he took the initiative to donate this year's Yulu to the victims, and he had the opportunity to set up a memorial arch. ”

Side.

When the officials heard this, they all held back their laughter, their faces turned red, and they said in their hearts: Let you pretend!

Qin Xingyan also held back a smile and saluted: "The lower official remembered." ”

Fang Xiu looked at the group of imperial histories just now, and said: "Bai Yushi is indeed a model for everyone to carry forward his style like this, is there anyone who wants to follow Bai Yushi's example and donate money?" ”

Now.

The imperial historians dare not hurt the spring and autumn anymore, and they are sad and compassionate.

Just looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear anything.

Side.

When Wu Mingkong saw this scene, he also felt a little funny.

There are some people in this world who like to stand on the moral high ground and point out the country.

I really want them to put it into practice, but they are reluctant to do so.

The vast majority of these imperial histories are such people.

But.

The duty of the imperial history is to hear about the news, impeach uprightly, and develop the habit of compassion and compassion, which is understandable.

That's why.

Fang Xiu didn't embarrass them much, but said, "You are all family people, so it's really not appropriate for you to donate your money."

However, it is not appropriate for you to be so considerate of the people that you will not be allowed to do anything.

It's better to do this, today is the first day of the autumn harvest, and you all have to experience it, what is the taste of sweat dripping into the soil on this hoeing day, and how is it? ”

When the officials heard this, they looked at each other.

They are all scholars, where have they done farm work!

Let them plow the ground, isn't it difficult for strong people.

Youyu Shi hesitated for a moment and said: "Fang Xiang, Xiaguan also wants to work with the farmers and feel the sweat drops of the soil together, but there are no farm tools, and Xiaguan is helpless!" ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Many imperial historians' eyes lit up and they echoed it.

"Yes, you can't use your hands to planing without farming tools."

"We have never done farm work before, and if we use farmers' farm tools, it will definitely delay the progress of the autumn harvest, and it is not suitable."

This time.

Qin Xingyan stood up and said loudly: "It's just farm tools, there are ready-made ones in the household department, and the official will let people take them!" ”

When the imperial historians heard this, they all glared at Qin Xingyan, and couldn't help but scold their mother in their hearts.

"You're a dog!"

"Just you have a mouth!"

"Doglegs! Eagle Dog! ”

"Phew!"

At last.

Driven by Qin Xingyan.

The officials still did not escape this catastrophe, and they all held hoes, stepped on the mud, and learned from the farmers to plow the land.

After only doing it for a while, I felt pain everywhere in my body.

On weekdays.

The hundreds of officials sat behind the case, dealing with the affairs of the court, and felt that no one in the world worked harder than them.

But.

When they arrived in the field today, they realized what real hard work is.

Although it is already autumn.

The sun is still scorching.

Just standing in the field, doing nothing, all over my body soaked with sweat.

If you move, it's all great pain.

After working for a while, the officials couldn't hold on and stopped.

Looking at the farmers who are constantly working on the side, I just feel that my mood is extremely complicated.

Before that.

They pity these farmers, on the one hand, they are compassionate, and on the other hand, they are superior.

Shinong Industry and Commerce.

Agriculture is secondary.

Taxi is the first place!

After all, the world will be governed by these scholars.

Although the peasants worked hard, they only sold their physical strength, without any technical content, how could they be compared with these scholars who had studied the books of sages for ten years.

But!

Stood in the field.

Only then did they realize that they were wrong, very wrong!

The reason why these farmers sell their physical strength is not because they are stupid, let alone because they are not diligent.

They also have skills in their work.

They also work very hard.

It's just that they come from humble backgrounds and don't have the opportunity to study.

If you study, you may not be as good as these scholars.

In addition, the biggest realization is.

This sweat drops down to the earth......

It's harder than you imagined!

At this moment.

Whether it was the imperial history or the rest of the hundred officials, looking at the farmers who were constantly working, a sense of shame rose in their hearts and they were silent.

Right now.

An excited voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Fang Xiang! It's huge! ”

When everyone heard the voice, they were stunned and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw Qin Xingyan holding a huge sweet potato, and his old face was full of excitement.

Qin Xingyan was holding the sweet potato, and he didn't care about the mud in the field, so he ran to Fang Xiu as if he was invited, and said loudly:

"Fang Xiang, such a big sweet potato is a good sign! This foreshadows ...... This year's autumn harvest, I will have a bumper harvest! ”

"And it's all thanks to you!"

"If there is no you, how can there be sweet potatoes, without sweet potatoes, how can there be a bumper harvest, without a bumper harvest, how can I rise!"

"Fang Xiang! You are the patron saint of my great work! ”

The officials looked at Qin Xingyan dumbfounded, only to feel in a trance.

There are still such shameless people in the world!

"How can I say that he is also a dignified head of the household department, a member of the second grade, and he can be so flattering!"

"Phew! I'm ashamed to be with this person! ”

The imperial historians cast disdainful glances one after another.

But at the same time, many people picked up the hoe again and searched in the field, thinking: We must find a bigger sweet potato and present it to Xiangye!

Fang Xiu looked at Qin Xingyan, who was inviting merit, the corners of his mouth twitched, he reached out to take the sweet potato, and said, "You are not young anymore, let's rest." ”

Qin Xingyan looked flattered, and said busily: "The lower officials are not tired!" ”

Fang Xiu looked at him, naturally knowing what he was thinking, and waved his hand and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Yongxin has been in charge of the household department for three years, right?" ”

Yongxin refers to Qin Xingyan's eldest son, Qin Yongxin, the head of the household department.

During this time, he has been following Hai Rui in Qingzhou for disaster relief.

"This ......"

Qin Xingyan hesitated, not knowing whether to answer or not.

Fang Xiu glanced at him and said, "The Department of Etiquette and Etiquette lacks a Langzhong, and when he comes back from Qingzhou, let him fill this vacancy." ”

The main thing is the six products.

Langzhong is the fifth grade.

There is a whole grade difference in the middle.

Even though it was transferred from the household department to the ritual department, it was also a great improvement.

When Qin Xingyan heard this, his expression became even more excited, so he knelt down for Fang Xiu and said, "Thank you, Fang Xiang!" ”

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said impatiently: "At such an age, I'm not afraid of fainting in the field, go and sit." ”

Qin Xingyan looked flattered, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said movingly: "Fang Xiang......"

Not far away.

When Wu Mingkong saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he scolded in his heart: In front of me, he is embarrassed, forming a party for personal gain, and cronyism!

This traitor is still the same traitor, and there is no change in the slightest.

Disgusting!

Bah!

That's when it happened.

Wu Mingkong saw it.

Fang Xiu walked towards her.

Moment.

She became alert, took a step back, and said to herself:

"He shouldn't want to take this opportunity to bully me again!"