Chapter 652 Is this an official? These are clearly a bunch of wild dogs that saw fat!
"Ha~ how long do I have to wait? And why do we come to Chang'an Township before dawn?"
"I don't know, but all the superior officials are here, then Can we not come? I gave you a hand because you are my friend!”
“The millet in Chang’an Township is really good, but the king has gathered so many courtiers here. Aren’t you afraid that this millet is just a silver gun with a waxy head?”
“I don’t think Mr. Chang’an will drag me along to play with gold juice later, right?”
"It's impossible to tell. Your Majesty is really willing to accompany you to fool around with Lord Chang'an."
"If you can destroy three kingdoms for the Qin Dynasty, my Majesty will be willing to accompany you to fool around like this."
More than a thousand middle-level and lower-level officials stood outside in an orderly manner, yawning and whispering.
Due to Ying Zheng’s strict protection of the experimental field in Chang’an Township, many grassroots officials saw this field for the first time.
But they don't care.
It’s just crops, who hasn’t seen it?
The villagers of Chang'an Township carefully huddled in the open space on the south side away from the monarchs and ministers of Qin Dynasty, but the eyes of the pairs of people looking at the fields were full of excitement and longing.
As the people who have cultivated this field with their own hands, they most want to know what kind of miracles this field can produce!
Ying Zheng and the Queen Mother Huayang stood on the edge of the fields, chatting softly about their parents' affairs surrounded by a group of important ministers.
"Grandma! Brother Wang!"
In the night, Ying Chengyu's cry cut through the noise of the courtiers and poured directly into Ying Zheng's ears.
The Queen Mother Huayang turned around and looked back, looking at Ying Chengyu who was trotting all the way with a kind smile.
Ying Chengxuan apologized repeatedly: "My grandson didn't know that grandma and Brother Wang came so early."
"Otherwise, we would have to go out to welcome him."
The Empress Dowager Huayang smiled warmly and said, "It's because I didn't let the officials in Chang'an Township announce that we have arrived."
"After all, it's still dark, and Xiu'er has returned from an expedition. It's time to rest more."
"But, do you think Xiu'er stayed up all night again?"
What happened to the three of them? The scent of incense can hardly cover up the fishy smell of the sea coming from the pearls.
Obviously, none of the three people present had any sleep last night!
Ying Chengyu did not make it clear, but smiled obediently and said: "My grandson will go to bed early tonight!"
"Brother Wang, why are so many people here?"
Chang'an Junfu and Chang'an Palace were already almost full of people, plus the courtiers and Chang'an Township people brought by Ying Zheng, The fields planted by Ying Chengyu are not enough to give one person even half an acre!
Ying Zheng smiled slightly proudly and said: "Farming and mulberry farming are the most important thing in the country. How can the ministers despise it!"
Obviously, it does not matter whether we are growing mulberry trees or not.
Let all the ministers see with their own eyes the results of Ying Chengyu's hard work for a year is what Ying Zheng really wants!
Ying Chengping smashed his mouth: "Brother Wang has great confidence in me."
Ying Zheng said seriously: "Brother Nai, I always believe in brother Wang!"
Ying Chengping Suddenly he showed a bright smile: "Then Brother Wang has trusted the right person!"
Looking up to the east, Ying Chengyu did not see the sun jumping over the horizon, but he saw the faint morning light shining on the earth. .
Ying Chengxuan then asked: "Brother Wang is already here, so Brother Wang will preside over it today, okay?"
Knowing that Ying Chengyu wanted to use the name of King Qin as a witness, Ying Zheng did not shirk and said casually: "It should be so!"
Looking back at the ministers, Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Order!"
"Select one hundred ministers, one hundred guards, one hundred officials with a rank of five hundred stones or above, ten merchants, ten craftsmen, and fifty villagers from Chang'an Township to enter the fields."
"Divide the acres! "
"Please invite Mr. Yangquan, Mr. An Wen (Ying Le)... and other dear friends to come to the field for guidance."
"Order all the imperial censors and their subordinate officials to enter the fields for supervision."
"Anyone who dares to disturb the farming and mulberry fields will be executed immediately!"
Wang Wan, Mi Chen, Ying Le and others The courtiers suddenly handed over their hands:
"Wei!"
More than three hundred elected officials and subjects walked into the field together, and carefully measured the acres of land under the supervision of the imperial censor. And they used hemp ropes and wooden sticks to circle acres and acres of fields.
The whole process not only involved officials and subjects from all factions and social strata, but was also directly presented to more than a thousand courtiers. It was also personally supervised by the imperial censor, and even the officials of Mi Chen, Ying Le and other forces were involved. The top beam moves back and forth across the field for further inspection.
All the courtiers who were still standing there looked solemn.
Such a complicated and mutually restrictive supervision method obviously means that Ying Zheng is serious about it.
The results of this autumn harvest can be more or less, but there must be no doubt!
The sun finally jumped above the horizon, and Wang Wan hurried back to Ying Zheng's side, cupped her hands and shouted: "Your Majesty."
"The fields have been divided!"
Ying Zheng nodded happily: "Good!"
"Bring me the sickle."
Taking the sickle handed over by Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng The political ministers looked around and said in a deep voice: "Farming and mulberry cultivation are the most important thing for the country."
"Now the Lord of Chang'an is offering a new strategy for farming and mulberry trees, and I should try it first."
"Everyone who loves you should try it."
The ministers immediately raised their hands and shouted:
"Wei!"
On both sides of the fields, musicians played music, painters painted, and historians The brush in his hand almost produced sparks.
Under the greedy and eager gaze of the historian, Ying Zheng finally stepped into the field and cut off a handful of wheat ears with the sickle in his hand.
However, Ying Zheng did not rush to harvest a handful. Instead, he twisted a piece of corn into his mouth, bit it open with his teeth, and then spit out the remains.
“This millet is so full!”
Looking at the plump and round millet in his hand, Ying Zheng’s eyes lit up. But after biting open several corns, Ying Zheng's expression changed.
“No empty shell?!”
This ear is much longer, thicker, and larger than ordinary ears, and contains significantly more millet than ordinary ears.
Ying Zheng has been prepared for a large amount of empty shells and shriveled corn.
However, the reality is different from what Ying Zheng imagined!
Ying Zheng carefully placed the handful of ears of millet on the ground, quickly picked up the sickle and cut off another handful of ears of millet, then twisted out a few grains and put them into his mouth, and then his movements became faster and faster. He hurriedly aimed at the next handful of ears of corn and swung the sickle!
Li Si's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this, and he suddenly said: "As the saying goes, the princes and princes pushed five times and turned against five sickles. The officials of Guqing pushed seven times and turned against seven sickles. The scholars pushed nine times and turned against nine sickles."
"Now that the king has passed the five sickles, it's time for me to wait for the doctor to come forward, right?"
Jitian Ling Xu Min nervously raised his hands and said: "The etiquette is like this, but how should it be done specifically? I have to wait for the king’s instructions.”
I am just a small official, so don’t embarrass me!
Wang Jian said carelessly: "The etiquette has been completed, why should we wait?"
"Aren't we here just to help?"
"Comrades, copy the guy!"
As he spoke, Wang Jian snatched the sickle from an eunuch's hand and ran into the field in a direction away from Ying Zheng.
As soon as the sickle swung down, Wang Jian exclaimed loudly: "Oh my God! This ear is so plump!"
Twist a piece of corn and put it into his mouth, Wang Jian's face changed slightly. , the voice was more serious and less exaggerated: "It's not an empty shell! There is millet in the shell!"
Wang Jian waved the sickle again, chopped off a few handfuls of corn, and twisted out a large handful of corn at will. In the entrance.
The muscles in his jaw were so tight that he bit into pieces of millet shells.
After Wang Jian spit out all the corn, he stared at his palm blankly, and then looked at the endless millet field in front of him.
At first, Wang Jian just noticed something strange about Ying Zheng, so he wanted to be the first to run into the field, liven up the scene with his shamelessness, and take a good picture of the dragon's fart.
But now, what Ying Zheng? What dragon fart?
This field is the most important!
Wang Jian suddenly looked back and shouted: "Boss of the Wang family, go into the fields to harvest!" No one is allowed to enter except the ministers!”
Wang Jian can’t trust anyone else but his own son for such an important matter!
Although Wang Wu and others did not understand Wang Jian's thoughts, they jumped into the field without hesitation.
Seeing the strange behavior of Ying Zheng and the Wang family's children, the other courtiers looked at each other and, regardless of Xu Min's obstruction, rushed into the fields in a swarm.
"These five acres belong to the Daqin royal family for harvesting. I would like to ask all colleagues to make it easier for me."
"It's not like a silver spear! Although this millet has empty and shriveled shells, it is very small! The yield of this millet must be extremely high. "High!"
"Don't even try! I haven't measured the output yet! Spit it out!"
A noble man who usually walks smoothly. At this moment, the arrogant officials rushed into the fields like fat wild dogs.
The gorgeous clothes he was wearing were sold for hundreds of acres of grain, but now they were randomly ruined by their owner, even if they were cut by a sickle, they showed no mercy.
Regardless of their origin, everyone was waving their sickles with red eyes, and the villagers of Chang'an in the distance were stunned.
Seeing this, Ying Chengxuan smiled and said: "What are you still doing?"
"This is Chang'an Township, and this field is cultivated by you and others."
"Don't you, the second and third sons, have to sit back and watch as the guests help you harvest all the food?"
"Guafu, please don't go to the fields while you wait, and lead the general's soldiers to camp and make rice."
Hearing what Ying Chenggan said, the villagers in Chang'an Township also hurriedly picked up their sickles and ran into the fields.
With the joint efforts of more than ten thousand people, thousands of acres of experimental fields have been harvested before the sun sets.
Stands of ears of millet were spread out under the sun, and each official guarded the grain they had harvested, wary of everyone.
Two full days!
For two full days, the Qin court was completely shut down.
From Ying Zheng to petty officials, except for the old ministers or female relatives like the Queen Mother of Huayang, the monarchs and ministers of the Qin Dynasty who lived in Xianyang City did not even stay in the military camp prepared by Ying Chengyu, and just guarded their harvest. The grain that fell down was exposed to the sun together with them.
It was not until two days later that Xu Min whispered: "Your Majesty, the drying is almost done."
Ying Zheng then gave the order: "Beat the ears and pound the rice!"
This time, the villagers of Chang'an Township were excluded.
Kui Zhuang and other important ministers personally picked up the mallet and pounded the corn.
Wang Wan and his subordinate officers personally held measuring instruments and weighed them carefully.
"One catty, two catties..."
As the kilograms of corn were weighed out, Wang Wan's hands trembled.
When the output of one acre of land was weighed, Wang Wan raised her head blankly and met the expectant and anxious eyes of Ying Zheng and the courtiers.
“How much is the yield per mu?”
"Prime Minister Zuo, please speak!"
"Hey, I'm so anxious, tell me how much it is!"
Wang Wan swallowed hard, her voice trembling. : "The king, the Queen Mother of Huayang, Mrs. Han, and the Lord of Chang'an jointly harvested this acre of land and harvested corn."
"Four, four stones, three jun and ten catties (290 city catties)!"
The answer that everyone had been waiting for for two whole days was finally given by Wang Wan.
But there was silence in response to Wang Wan.
After a few breaths, Ying Zheng's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief:
"Take the young master?!"
(End of this chapter)