In March of the following year, the emperor gave the crown prince the throne, and then took his two concubines to Dongchen Village and lived in the courtyard built for him by Yingbao.

The hundreds of guards who came with him barely squeezed in the courtyard for the time being, but they were a little unbearable for a long time.

Among these guards, many of them are children of the family of gate lords, who have suffered this hardship, and they have run to the accompanying ministers to complain.

"This is not a march to fight, we are always crowded in tents, and we have to queue up even in the last thatched house, Lu Xianggong, or you can ask the village chief of this village to find another place for our brothers to live, so as not to delay being on duty."

Lü Xiangguo was Empress Lü's own brother and one of the ministers who lived in Dongchen Village with Emperor Taishang, and he thought about it and felt that the guards' request was quite reasonable.

The houses of every family in this village are very spacious, and two or three yards can be requisitioned to house all the guards.

He ran to tell the emperor, but Zhou Wuchang said: "In this case, let them go back to Beijing, I am very safe here, safer than the palace, and there is no need for many people to stay here and disturb the purity." ”

Lu Xiangguo silently retreated, let the guards work together, sharpened more than 500 bamboo sticks, blackened one end of the 100 bamboo sticks with ink, and after drying, mixed them together, and inserted the black head inward in a large barrel.

After that, everyone was summoned and asked to draw lots, and those who were drawn to the black heads were left, and those who did not be drawn returned to Beijing immediately.

The guards were dumbfounded.

But there are some people who are still willing to go back, after all, they are spending time in the countryside, and there is no day to get ahead.

Some clever guards immediately exchanged the white sticks in their hands with the black ones that wanted to go back, and the slow ones couldn't change them.

Many people are still hesitating whether to leave or stay, and the person holding the black sign over there has already registered with Lu Xiangguo.

Next, the guards of the white sign went to pack their luggage and prepare to return to Beijing the next day.

Many of these people have some regrets.

They are all martial arts practitioners, and they can directly feel the condition of their bodies.

Since living here, everyone feels refreshed, even if they have just practiced stone locks, as long as they rest, the soreness in their arms will slowly disappear.

At this time, the Holy One asked them to leave, and it is estimated that they will not be allowed to come back in the future.

The guards stayed in the village for two or three months, and every day they could see people wandering outside the village, and from the first day of the new year, the families took turns lining up, hoping that they would enter the village on the fifteenth day and worship the sacred tree in the village.

Some of the guards had seen with their own eyes that some people in the village had accepted bribes from outsiders, and had taken a few outsiders into the village for a walk, and had given them a handful of vegetables in the vegetable patch, and finally the outsiders left happily without complaining.

Somehow, the image reappeared in the guards' minds, and it made them panic.

"I don't want to go!" A guard shouted, ran to Lu Xiangguo, and said with a sad face: "Xianggong, I want to stay here and serve the emperor,"

Lu Xiangguo said helplessly: "The Holy Lord is cultivating here, there is no need for so many people, you go back first, and then talk about it later." "If the guards who come here are stationed for a long time, they must have a time limit, as long as two or three years, or as short as one and a half years to rotate with another group, and then whether they can come again or not, no one can say.

The guard knelt down on one knee, "I don't want to go back, I just want to stay here and guard the saint." ”

Lu Xiangguo stroked his beard and groaned for a moment, and said: "The lottery has been drawn, the old man can't show favoritism, if you really want to stay, you might as well go outside and find someone else to change the lot." ”

This child is the grandson of a family surnamed Song in Beijing, his grandfather is a secretary of the ministry, and Lu Xianggong knows him, so he is polite to him.

Song Yu saw that Lu Xiangguo refused to let go, so he had to find someone to change the sign again.

In the end, he spent ten yuan to exchange black-headed signs with a poor guard.

Others laughed at him for being stupid, and he exchanged ten yuan for a chance to stay, but he didn't know what he was trying to do.

Song Yu didn't argue with them either, and Xi Zizi carried the luggage back to the compound.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few months, and the ground eggs, sweet potatoes, and maize planted in Dongchen Village were all ripe.

The villagers boiled a pot of sweet potatoes and ground eggs, and gave them to the pigs when they couldn't finish eating.

Chen Zhao saw that the sweet potatoes were very sweet to eat, so he asked someone to make an oven and put it at the door of his restaurant to roast sweet potatoes for sale.

Not to mention, the business of roasted sweet potatoes is very hot, and most of them are bought by foreigners who have a lot of money.

It was the first time for people from other villages to see this kind of food, so they came to inquire about it, and bought some raw sweet potatoes to go back, and when they came to the next year, they also wanted to grow a little as a staple food.

At the same time, Wei Zhan found Sinong in Qinchuan County and Zhouhe County to hand over a batch of sweet potato eggs and maize to them, and asked them to distribute them to the villages, so that these crops must be popularized in the county.

It's August 15th.

Dongchen Village is very lively, because many old ministers came from the capital and asked to visit the emperor.

As soon as their frame came, Chuanhe Town was soon blocked, and there was even more traffic outside Dongchen Village.

The market in Dongchen Village is comparable to a big temple fair, and all the vendors and merchants are like collecting money, and the business is not busy at all.

The inns were even fuller, and the price of an ordinary room was more than ten times the usual price.

Even so, the supply exceeded demand, and Chen Xubao had no choice but to vacate the house at home for the guests to live in.

Chen Changping saw so many nobles, and his mind was much clearer, and he devoted himself to helping his son take care of the inn, and chatting with those nobles from time to time.

When the nobles learned that he was once a famous talent and was later deposed, they were a little sympathetic, and intentionally or unintentionally introduced him to several families and asked him to be a staff member.

Chen Changping thought about it for a long time, but he didn't go.

He was old, his mood sank, and when he saw that those nobles had come to live in his small village one by one, he felt inexplicably proud in his heart.

Thinking about it in another way, I suddenly feel that it is not bad to live like this for the rest of my life.

Son Xubao's inn business is prosperous, and he respects him every month that Lao Tzu has always used money as pocket money, if he doesn't gamble, he takes the money to eat and buy, and he has no interest in women, and occasionally teaches his little grandson homework, and his life is comfortable.

Thinking of this, the resentment in Chen Changping's heart suddenly disappeared, and he treated people a lot kinder.

Even when he saw all the Jiang family members who were much younger, he was calm.

Today, Zhou Wuchang sat in the fruit grove of Yingbao's house to meet the courtiers.

There were a lot of fruits on the stone table in front of him, including mare's milk grapes, pears, citrus, papaya, sweet persimmons from the Western Regions, as well as some sesame sugar cakes, hibiscus pies, etc., all of which were given to him by Sakura Bao, saying that they had been cultivated and full of spiritual energy, and mortals could prolong their lives if they ate them.

When the two old ministers saw Zhou Wuchang, they hid their faces and cried: "The ministers miss Your Majesty very much, woo woo woo"

Zhou Wuchang's face twitched, and asked the palace people to bring a stool for them to sit on.

These old ministers are the fathers or grandfathers of the palace concubines, and they have to be polite to them no matter what.

Concubine Yao's grandfather was in his eighties, sat down tremblingly, tested his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, the minister wants to live here with you." ”