In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, Ying Tiancheng.

Up and down the Hu Mansion, there was a hectic scene.

The little guys were busy carrying large items, tired and sweaty.

The maids were quickly sorting out the fine and soft baggage in their hands, and they were so busy that they couldn't touch the ground.

Just three days ago, Zhu Yuanzhang finally issued a final trial against Hu Weiyong - demoted to the county order of Huating County (Shanghai) in Songjiang Prefecture and never allowed to return to Beijing.

Now that the edict has been issued, the people in the palace are naturally busy packing their luggage and dare not delay for a moment.

Today is the day to leave Beijing.

Hu Weiyong sat in the Taishi's chair and looked at the carved Hu Mansion for the last time.

From the local to the central, to the peak of imperial power, and finally back to the locality, Hu Weiyong was quite emotional.

In this life, it is worth the trip.

I am fortunate to experience the scenery of the apex of power, and I have no regrets about dying.

Faintly, the sword hanging in Hu Weiyong's heart was finally put down.

Although Hu Mansion looks at the scenery on the surface, all this is illusory after all.

It seems to be full of flowers, but in fact, it is boiling oil in a blazing fire, and it is cold in high places.

Every night, Hu Weiyong would toss and turn, worried that tomorrow the saint would find out about his series of crimes, and then behead the Hu family.

When everything hangs in the balance, everything seems so tense.

But when this moment really came, Hu Weiyong was relieved.

It seems to be a good choice to go to the local area to be a small county magistrate, be a rich idler, and retreat to the countryside.

Hu Weiyong was sighing, and Wang helped Hu Changan and slowly walked into the main hall.

Although Hu Changan's injuries are no longer serious with the blessing of the system, as a mother, Wang is always at ease.

Hu Changan couldn't help it, so he had to carefully step into the main hall with the support of Wang.

Hu Weiyong also sighed when he saw this ruthless son who blew himself up, and he didn't know what to say.

At the beginning, Hu Weiyong was furious.

conscientiously ran his own business, and finally stood in the position of 10,000 people under that person, but now he has failed and lost everything, and he can't stand it.

But after calming down for a few days, Hu Weiyong also figured it out.

Just one son, what else can I do.

At this point, I can only accept it.

When Hu Changan saw Hu Weiyong, he also made a big salute, and said in a deep voice: "The child is not filial, so my father bothered." ”

Hu Weiyong waved his hand, not sticking to etiquette, and replied: "I don't know if your potatoes can really reach twenty stones per mu?" ”

"Back to my father, this yield per mu can be fully reached, or even exceeded."

"Alas, that's good, you must grow potatoes well in the palace." Hu Weiyong looked at his son's confident cheeks, although he still didn't believe it in his heart, but he could only blindly believe in Hu Changan at this time.

After all, the matter has come to this point, everyone is happy to plant, and if you can't plant Hufu, you will be unlucky again.

Hu Changan said yes in a row, and at the same time told Hu Weiyong in turn: "Dad, you must do a good job in Huating County." Don't look at the small fishing village over there now, if it is well developed, Huating County is a treasure land of feng shui! ”

When Hu Changan saw his father's order, he was also shocked in his heart, and then he was overjoyed.

Huating County, that is the prosperous Shanghai of the future!

In Hu Changan's future planning, Huating County must be developed.

After all, what's the point of just making things happen at home? If you want to make a big deal, go directly to the sea to trade!

Shanghai is an important hub for maritime trade, and now that Dad has been transferred, he may be able to help him a lot in the future.

Hu Weiyong listened to it, and his heart was warm, but he didn't expect this pit father's son to comfort himself.

Hu Weiyong ironed in his heart, but his face was not obvious, he just waved his hand and said: "Of course, don't underestimate your father, your father is the prime minister of the dynasty, and it is not a matter of ten times to govern a small county." ”

"That's good, that's good." Hu Changan hurriedly responded.

The father and son chatted for a while, and Hu Weiyong took the Wang family to the carriage leaving Beijing under the urging of the porter.

Seeing the carriage go away, Hu Changan was also a little melancholy.

This cheap dad is really good to himself, as soon as the dad leaves, he will be alone in Yingtian City, and he is quite reluctant.

Suppressing the sorrow and parting, Hu Changan slowly stepped into the much-empty Hu Mansion and packed up his salute.

In the afternoon, it is time to go into the palace to plant potatoes.

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Carrying a simple bag and more than a dozen large potatoes exchanged from the system, Hu Changan walked into the majestic palace gate under the leadership of the little eunuch.

Behind the tall palace gate, the legendary palace was unexpectedly simple, much beyond Hu Changan's expectations.

Compared to the Forbidden City in Beijing, the Imperial Palace in Nanjing is significantly simpler.

There are no opulent paintings, no carved pavilions, and instead large open spaces are planted with seasonal vegetables.

Seeing this, Hu Changan couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

It seems that what is recorded in the history books is true, Zhu Yuanzhang is not only diligent, but also thrifty.

Following the little eunuch through the winding verandah, Hu Changan finally came to the place where he was about to work - a vegetable field mined separately.

Different from the fertility of the vegetable fields next to it, the land left for Hu Changan was deliberately filled with dry sandy soil.

Hey, I said that this potato can be grown in sandy and dry land, and Lao Zhu really got me a pile of sandy soil. Hu Changan couldn't help but cry and laugh a little.

Next to the vegetable field, stood three peasants dressed in coarse linen clothes, all of them with dark skin and strong physique, who looked like they were good at farm work.

Seeing Hu Chang'an, the three peasants hurriedly saluted Hu Chang'an, and the little eunuch on the side also explained at this time: "This is a peasant specially recruited by His Majesty from the people, and he is sent by Hu Gongzi." ”

Seeing this, Hu Changan also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Whether it is in his previous life or in this life, Hu Changan has never been on the ground.

Although he swears by it, Hu Changan is still a little weak in his heart when he farms with just a system manual.

It was still Lao Zhu who gave power, and he called three good helpers at once.

Hu Changan nodded with satisfaction and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Hui Gongzi, my name is Wang Wu, and these two people are called Zhang San and Li Si respectively." One of the farmers replied respectfully.

"Okay, Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, from today on, you will follow me to plant potatoes. You are about to witness the birth of history. Hu Changan swore and took the opportunity to draw a big pie for the three peasants.

"I will live up to the trust of my son." The three replied excitedly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost mobilized, Hu Changan took out a potato from the sack he was carrying, put it on the table beside him, and said mysteriously: "The next thing we want to plant is this." ”