The capital of South Vietnam, Jinling.

In the middle of April of the lunar calendar, the weather is getting hotter, and it is the time for rice to bud and grow.

But when the day broke, the farmers who were supposed to be in charge of irrigating the rice fields of the royal farm discarded their hoes and gathered together to whisper in a panic.

"Let's run away! The 100,000 troops of the Western Chu State broke through Buzhou, attacked a hundred miles in a day, and they could be killed in Jinling tomorrow! ”

"It is said that the Son of Heaven guards the country, but the emperor and the queen and the royal family fled from the city with the courtiers and their families as early as last night!"

"Now there are only a few ministers left in the city who want to defend Jinling, the Western Chu national army is strong, and General Xiang, one of the top ten masters of Western Chu, takes the lead, one person can defeat ten thousand...... South Vietnam is going to die! ”

As they spoke, the farmers looked sympathetically at the black-clothed boy standing on the ground.

That is the current Three Princes of South Vietnam.

Who would have thought that all the royal family had fled but left the young man alone in the Huangzhuang, and no one cared about life or death?

"Why don't you take him with you to chase the royal family?"

"When the time comes, we will be a meritorious guard, not a defector, and it will be safer to have the protection of the guards, and we will not lack food and drink."

Just as the peasants were discussing how to escape.

The young man's handsome and slightly dark face, as if he had not been affected by the war, showed a calm indifference that did not match that of a sixteen-year-old boy.

He took off his mille-feuille shoes, rolled up his patched trouser legs and walked into an empty paddy field, where he began to pull up the rice seedlings that had been cultivated for a month to reach the height of his calf.

Then, tie them into half-thick bundles and throw them into the ditch to soak the roots.

Flee with royalty?

That's self-defeating.

Three months ago, on the day of the third prince Zhang Junlin's sixteenth birthday.

After sending the original body away with a cup of poisoned wine that I don't know who handed the delayed onset, he was rescued by a drowning child on the way to deliver food, but unfortunately died.

The original third prince was not a martial artist, he was also just a migrant worker who was born as a farmer and could only deliver food after studying in college.

The palace is as deep as the sea.

Before you have the ability to fight back, in order to avoid being assassinated again.

Ignoring the dissuasion of the eldest sister who was the only one in the palace who cared about him, he invited himself to be sent to the royal farm to farm, temporarily away from the chaos of the court.

I hope to seek a foundation in this turbulent era where there are many vassal states and use force to stop fighting.

"It's really a waste of rice seedlings, these two acres of vacant land are sprinkled with rice, according to this number of seedlings, don't worry about it, it will definitely be a bumper harvest in August."

When the farmers saw the black-clothed boy's practice of "destroying the seedlings", they shook their heads with regret.

But he didn't dare to step forward to dissuade him.

Even if this black-clothed young man has a kind face and is usually approachable in speech and behavior, he is also the third prince of South Vietnam and the only concubine of the former queen.

The prince who should have the most likely succession to the throne!

"I think the first queen is a master of comprehending sword techniques and martial arts, the eldest princess has inherited one-twelfth of the elders, and if the third prince has such understanding, he can also become a great general in his own right, fight with that Xiang Hong, and defend the country."

"There are many princes who have understood the way of calligraphy and painting, and can use the pen as a sword.

Where can the South Yue Kingdom, which emphasizes literature and light military force, compare to the Western Chu State, which has been fighting all year round?

Staying in the city and fighting to the death is not a battle but death.

The more the farmers talked, the more frustrated they became.

Seeing that the third prince had quickly pulled out half an acre of rice seedlings while they were talking, they were all shocked.

It takes a lot of effort to pull out the seedlings that have taken root.

It takes them half a day to harvest half an acre of rice fields with a sickle, and the third prince is a sick seedling, and he actually pulled out half an acre of seedlings in the tea work?!

"I'm hungry."

Zhang Junlin wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Since he came to Huangzhuang and began to cultivate the barren land given to him by the queen, there was a wonderful energy in his brain and body with a hoe.

It is said that this is the power of heaven and earth.

Martial artists have achieved peerless martial arts, and no one can defeat the sword.

From the lower third order to the upper third order and then to the heavenly rank, the strongest martial artist in the world is no more than the ninth order.

It is said that one ninth-order martial artist can reach one million male soldiers, but except for the South Vietnamese Kingdom, all other countries have ninth-order martial artists, and no one obeys anyone, so the conquest has not been stopped.

The literati can get the heavenly oracle of governing the country, and no one will disobey him.

The strongest of the existing literati is no more than the eighth order, and he is the emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom two thousand miles away, who has annexed two neighboring countries and achieved a hegemon.

What about him.

Then he realized the unheard-of way of farming.

Every inch more cultivated land that has been cleared doubles its strength, and the amount of food it eats increases.

It took a lot of energy to quickly pull out the rice seedlings, and now he is so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back.

He could only speak to the farmers who were like frightened birds.

"If you want to run away, if you don't escape, can you take the time to make breakfast?"

If no one stays to cook, he can only let the rice seedlings soak for a while before replanting the seedlings.

In the era of the use of force, there was no opportunity to develop agriculture.

Rice planting is still at the stage of sowing seeds and waiting for harvest.

I didn't know that planting seedlings in paddy fields after raising seedlings could increase yield and income.

“……”

Look at me, farmers, and I look at you.

In the end, I made up my mind.

"We know that His Royal Highness is loyal and filial, and His Majesty once said that His Royal Highness must not leave the Imperial Village without his will, but now that the situation is critical, we can't take care of this."

"Third Highness, I still have to wronged you to go with us."

More than a dozen farmers picked up hoes and surrounded Zhang Junlin in the field.

When death comes, the effectiveness of imperial power will be greatly reduced.

What's more, a third prince who has suffered a lot of white eyes.

Zhang Junlin knew that these farmers just wanted to survive, and did not blame their instinct to be human.

After all.

He also wanted to leave the Imperial Village.

"Everyone fills their stomachs before they have the strength to walk."

Zhang Junlin's words made the farmers think that he had agreed to the idea of catching up with the royal family.

They turned around one after another and spontaneously arranged the manpower, the cook who should cook, and the family property that should be cleaned up.

Wait for a full meal to hit the road.

"These people are so coaxing."

Zhang Junlin saw that everyone had dispersed, breakfast had settled, and he began to plant rice.

His arms kept thrusting and pumping up and down like accelerating hot wheels, leaving rows and rows of seedlings in the flat paddy fields as regular as mechanical transplanting.

When the transplanting of seedlings on two acres of land is completed.

Zhang Junlin straightened up and slowly exhaled a long and thick mouthful of turbidity.

The power was indeed multiplied again.

"It seems that the change of planting technology can be regarded as a comprehension of the new way."

He swung his fist and slammed it lightly on the hoe that the farmer had left behind.

Clang!

The iron hoe was bent with a punch.

Bang Bang Bang!

A few more times.

The iron hoe was stretched into a scimitar-like shape, like a long scythe wielded by death.

Looks intimidating.

Whew!

Zhang Junlin, who is used to the length of a hoe, is also very easy to use.

The new power of striking iron with his bare hands has doubled his confidence.

"The farmers said that the royal family had all fled, and judging from the queen's urine, she would never leave with her eldest sister."

The eldest sister is his only relative in this world.

In order for him to be alive, he did not hesitate to use the queen and her princes as cattle and horses to show filial piety.

He invited himself to Huangzhuang and pretended to be a waste, and would rather be in trouble in the palace than help him from time to time.

Whether it is the favor of the past or the recent love, he can't abandon his eldest sister.

"Your Highness, the meal is ready."

The farmer who was in charge of making breakfast trotted over with a large bowl.

Rice with pickles, eat twice a day.

This is the gift of the virtuous and generous queen.

Zhang Junlin faded out of his mouth, but now he has something to eat.

Gobbling up food.

Looking up, the peasants, carrying large and small burdens, were staring at the long sickle he had planted in the field.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

Despite seeing it for the first time, the farmers were frightened by the chill reflected by it and took a half step back.

Whew!

Zhang Junlin held the flower on his wrist, and his starry eyes looked at the front fixedly, revealing a majestic and domineering color.

The scythe swept through the grass, harvesting a large patch of shoots before it could touch it.

"Weapons."

“……”

The farmers retreated again, their faces frightened and struggling.

The third prince, who was sick a month ago, was able to dance with a weapon to the wind!

They are farmers and do not know much.

But I can also feel that the three princes have changed.

"I still have to go to the city to pick up the eldest sister, you run away first, don't worry about me."

Zhang Junlin glanced at the few farmers who still wanted to do it, shook the muddy soup on his feet, and put on his shoes and socks unhurriedly under the gaze of the farmers.

Holding a long sickle in his hand, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Village.

Wait for him to walk two miles away.

The farmers who were staring at him sat on the ground.

The timid ones wet the crotch directly.

"Scared me to death, I thought I was going to die!"

The farmers looked at each other, and they all looked pale with a miserable face.

You can't take the three princes to flee north with the royal family, and if you escape, you may die halfway.

"It looks like we're going to have to stay and die."

The late spring wind swept through the sad faces of the people.

No one noticed that the newly planted seedlings were swaying in the wind, dancing in the wind.

Entrance to the Imperial Village.

Zhang Junlin looked at the eldest sister who came on horseback and a few courtiers who were familiar but couldn't call their names, and were pleasantly surprised.

He walked a few quick steps to meet him.

"Eldest sister, why are you here?"

It just saved him the time to go to Jinling City to find someone.

Next, you can take the eldest sister to hide in the mountains and forests and continue to open up the wilderness and enlighten the Tao.

After cultivating to become a supreme powerhouse, he will go to the enemy to avenge his death.

Settle the old feud of the original body.

"The Emperor's ......"

The eldest princess Zhang Junyuan's eyes were red, and she wanted to cry.

did not see each other for a long time, but opened the holy decree in his hand with grief and indignation.

"The third prince Zhang Junlin receives the order!"