Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 689 Great Merit

Yang Shuen's body was quickly disposed of by Buqu.

Taking him to the wilderness was originally for the convenience of disposing of the corpse.

After the burial on the spot, the trilogy team swept away the blood, and the traces left by Yang Shuen in the world were completely erased from then on.

Li Qinzai left with Zi Nu and returned to Ganjing Village.

The news of Yang Shuen's mysterious disappearance from Chang'an City finally got out.

The insider only saw that Yang Shuen was picked up by a mysterious carriage after he came out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and he was never seen again.

Although Nestorianism was severely punished by the court, there were still hundreds of thousands of Nestorian believers after all. The news of Yang Shuen's disappearance spread wildly, and some loyal believers even reported to the government.

The government accepted the case and sent a few officers to pretend to investigate, but in the end they found no clues, so they closed the case hastily under the pretext of "disappearing".

The believers who were loyal to Yang Shu'en had no choice, and now it was time for the imperial court to strictly investigate Nestorianism. After many days of turmoil, the believers had no choice but to let it go.

No one knew that Yang Shu'en's death was planned by Li Qinzai with Li Zhi's acquiescence, and Zi Nu did it.

When religion threatened imperial rule, Li Zhi would not allow people like Yang Shuen to live in the world. Even if Li Qinzai did not get rid of him, Yang Shuen would die in various unimaginable accidents.

Is the emperor really losing his temper?

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Ganjingzhuang.

Li Qinzai squatted beside the field, staring blankly at a few small green shoots quietly emerging from the field.

The growth of sweet potatoes was gratifying, and even Li Qinzai did not expect it. Obviously, the growth of this high-yield grain exceeded Li Qinzai's expectations.

There were only a few seeds, so Li Qinzai only surrounded half of the land, but around the half of the land, there were densely packed guards standing guard.

What Li Zhi said was not an exaggeration, even a bird wouldn't even think about flying in.

Indeed, there are sharpshooters who hold their bows on guard every day. Once a bird flies over the sky, they will be shot and killed mercilessly.

Because the seeds have sprouted, the guards are worried that birds will come and peck the green shoots, which will affect the yield of sweet potatoes, so they really can't let birds appear nearby.

When Li Qinzai was squatting by the field and pondering how to tend this new crop, another innocent bird was shot down by the guard's bow and arrow.

Li Qinzai was taken aback, and turned to look at the marksman.

The sharpshooter withdrew his bow and arrow expressionlessly, and looked at the sky indifferently, like a bird killer with no emotion, with a very lonely expression.

"Tsk, I just shot a bird, why is my expression so smug? My son is also good at shooting birds. Is he swaying? Are you proud?" Li Qinzai murmured disdainfully.

From the point of view of character, Qiao'er is more like a peerless master. Every time after shooting a bird with a slingshot, he carefully hides the slingshot for fear of being confiscated by his father, and his small expression dare not show the slightest complacency.

This is what people call being low-key.

Standing behind Li Qinzai were two old farmers, anxiously watching the green shoots emerging from the ground.

The old farmers were recruited from other villages. The imperial court paid salaries. A total of ten people were recruited. They are the most experienced farmers in the Guanzhong area. Their only task is to take good care of the sweet potatoes and maximize the harvest.

But sweet potato is a brand-new grain, and the old farmers have never seen it before. They don't know the temper of this new grain, and the old farmers dare not mess around with it. Now they feel uneasy and terrified.

"Li County Marquis, this new grain, what kind of temper does it have? Drought or water, yin or sun, fertilization or no fertilization..."

Li Qinzai rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Do you still want to ask about its character? How about I marry it, live with it for a while, and then tell you about its temper?"

The old farmer laughed, and then sighed: "The government said that we should take care of it, but the old man has never seen this thing before, so he doesn't know how to take care of it. Seeing that there are thousands of officers and soldiers here and there, just to protect it, it is obviously a precious thing. If something bad happens, the old man will not be able to atone for his sin with a hundred deaths."

Li Qinzai said slowly: "It is said to be precious, and it is really precious. Inside and outside the Tang Dynasty, within the ten thousand li territory, there are only a few seeds. If there is any good or bad, it will be extinct."

The old farmer became more and more anxious, and his dark face turned pale: "It's so expensive... Well, the old man should not take this job, as expected, the government's money is not so easy to get."

Li Qinzai smiled: "Actually, it's not a precious thing. You just treat it like an ordinary crop. Water when it should be watered, fertilize when it should be fertilized, and calm down. It will be promoted and popularized, and gold will no longer be expensive.”

The old farmer smiled wryly and sighed: "Don't comfort the old man. The old man knows that it must be a very special thing. I have heard officers and soldiers chatting about it for the past two days, saying that its harvest is very high. Marquis Li, how high is it? Is the yield per mu [-] catties?"

Li Qinzai smiled, and said: "Conservative estimates, the yield per mu is more than [-] catties. If it is planted in fertile land and the care is thoughtful, it is not difficult to break the yield of [-] catties per mu. This thing grows when it sees the wind. .”

The old farmer was shocked and gasped: "Five thousand catties? Is the Marquis of Li County trying to deceive the old man? How can there be five thousand catties of grain per mu in the world?"

Li Qinzai said seriously: "I'm not kidding, it really exists."

The old farmer was dumbfounded, and murmured: "If it really has a yield of five thousand catties per mu, there will be no more famine in the world..."

Immediately, the old farmer looked at Li Qinzai with burning eyes, and said, "I heard from the officers and soldiers that this new grain was obtained by the Marquis of Li County?"

"Yes, the process was very bumpy," Li Qinzai sighed sadly: "We paid the price of human life to get it. It is planted in the soil with blood, so I have to ask the old man to handle it carefully. The blood of heroes is shed in vain."

The old farmer gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, even if the old man dies, he won't dare to let him do anything good or bad."

After a moment of silence, the old farmer suddenly knelt down towards the green shoots of the land, kowtowed a few times, with tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "If the yield per mu is really five thousand catties, the people in the world will never lose weight." You don’t have to go hungry anymore, and you won’t be displaced during droughts and floods, and your wives and children will be separated.”

"Marquis Li County, you have accumulated great merit for the people of the world! The grace of saving millions of lives should be enshrined by thousands of families."

"When I turned around, the old man told the neighbors in the village that we will build a shrine for you and provide a memorial tablet for longevity. You are the great benefactor of the people of the world."

Li Qinzai smiled wryly and said: "It's not necessary. If you don't go hungry, I will feel at ease. I will take good care of the crops. When the harvest is in late summer, let's calculate the production and strive to keep more seeds, and gradually spread them to Guanzhong."

The simple old farmer was clumsy and didn't know how to express his gratitude. After bowing to the sweet potato, he knelt down to Li Qinzai.

Li Qinzai hurriedly helped him up, but the old farmer insisted on continuing to worship, and the two of them struggled with each other in the field.

Swoosh!

A sharp arrow was shot out suddenly, and a bird that was just passing by did not provoke anyone or anyone, and fell to the ground with its eyes closed.

The sharpshooter retracted his bow expressionlessly, looking at the sky desolately and lonelyly.

(End of this chapter)