The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 705
Back in Chang'an, Li Muyun and Tang Songling parted ways, one of them went back to sleep, and the other entered the palace.

Li Shimin has been very concerned about the so-called fish farming in rice fields during this period of time. When he heard that Tang Songling was back, he immediately called him to the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, the minister is back."

"Well, but what did you find?"

"Your Majesty, the fish are still the same, but I found that the growth of the seedlings in the official field is somewhat different from that in the ordinary field."

Li Shimin suddenly became interested, sat upright and asked, "What's the difference, let's hear it."

Tang Songling tried her best not to think of those specific details, and said vaguely: "The seedlings in the official fields generally grow faster than the seedlings in the ordinary people's fields, and they are obviously half a month later than the common people, but the growth is not bad at all. , According to Xiaoyao Wang, it's all thanks to the fertilizer."

But Li Shimin was a little confused, and asked with a frown, "Fertilizer? What kind of fertilizer?"

"Fertilizer is..." Tang Songling struggled for a long time, then gritted his molars and said, "It's fish feces. King Xiaoyao said that crops grow fast by 'eating' these fish feces."

Li Shimin was obviously not disgusted, but asked with some uncertainty: "Is this really the case?"

Tang Songling was astonished by such a performance. In his opinion, the emperor's rank was much higher than himself, and he would feel disgusted when he heard shit.

But he didn't know that Li Shimin was the emperor on horseback. He hadn't seen any disgusting scenes when he was fighting the country. Sitting in the pile of dead people, eating and sleeping with the smell of corpses was common. Any psychological discomfort.

While admiring His Majesty's determination in his heart, Tang Songling said affirmatively: "Yes, I think there should be nothing wrong, because there is no other difference between the field and other rice fields except for the fish. That’s why it’s here.”

"En." Li Shimin nodded, thought for a while and continued to ask: "Is there anything else?"

Tang Songling thought for a while, and decided that he should tell the emperor what Li Muyun later told his cousin, so he replied truthfully: "Your Majesty, King Xiaoyao seems to be planning to sell the waste from producing biogas. It is said that those are also so-called fertilizer."

Li Shimin can understand the point of selling fertilizer, but the dignified Tang Dynasty ran away from the first-rank county king to sell shit, which made the emperor a little bit unreasonable. If he was really allowed to do this, wouldn't the royal family lose all face.

Fortunately, Tang Songling didn't finish his sentence, so he hesitated for a while and continued: "However, King Xiaoyao seems to be planning to sell those scraps through Wannian County, so he specially asked the minister's cousin to let him He arranged this matter through some special means."

Now, Li Shimin's worry finally subsided. Although he wasn't disgusted by shit, it would be really embarrassing for the dignified relatives to sell shit. If Tang Songling hadn't just added something, at this time he would have thought Li Muyun called to whip him.

On the other side, after Young Master Tang returned to the city, he went directly to the county magistrate's house without any delay.

The county magistrate is a middle-aged man in his forties, his surname is Han, and his name is Han Fukun. It may be related to Han Ai who passed away 500 years ago.

At this time, it was almost evening, Lao Han had just returned home and was about to take a rest, but when he heard that someone had reported the visit of the county magistrate's young master, Lao Han, who was suspicious, ordered someone to take the young man of the Tang family home without even thinking about it. The son invited in.

"My nephew has met Uncle Han." Mr. Tang was not lacking in courtesy, and he stepped forward to greet Han Fukun without any hesitation.

Lao Han was not a fool, he knew that these juniors generally didn't like to see people older than him, and now he came directly to him, there must be something wrong, so he asked him to sit down and asked : "Nephew, don't be too polite, what's the matter you came here this time?"

Mr. Tang sat on the guest seat, he hesitated for a while, and then said seriously: "To tell the truth, Uncle Han, my nephew does have something to ask for your help."

"Oh? What is love?" Han Fukun asked lightly.

From his point of view, the young master of the county magistrate's family probably caused some trouble outside. He was afraid that his father would take care of him after he returned, so he came to intercede with him, but what he didn't expect was that the next moment this little Tang What the young master said made him dumbfounded.

"Uncle Han, the truth is, a friend of mine asked me to do something to sell the methane waste. I hope you can help find some buyers."

Han Fukun's entire face is distorted. It's not that he doesn't know what biogas waste is, and it's not that he doesn't know who that so-called 'friend' is, but the problem is...he really doesn't want to sell shit.

Hesitating, Han Fukun frowned and said to Mr. Tang, "Well, nephew, does your father know about this?"

"What does Uncle Han think?" Young Master Tang asked ambiguously.

As a child of an official, generally speaking, he rarely leaves any excuses for others. Although Mr. Tang is not a child of a high-ranking official, he still has the habit of doing so.

What's more, he asked this question so cleverly that Han Fukun couldn't judge whether his immediate boss knew or not.

If he said he didn't know about it, Han Fukun would not believe it. After all, the tutor in Tang County Magistrate's family was very strict. It is estimated that Xiao Tang would not have the guts to do such a thing behind his father's back.

And if he knew about it, it meant that County Magistrate Tang didn't want to take the blame. After all, selling shit was too embarrassing to talk about, and it wasn't something a scholar should do.Besides, selling shit, what's the difference between this and an empty glove white wolf? In Han Fukun's view, this is Li Muyun's money-making in disguise.

So Magistrate Tang probably didn't want to wade into this muddy water, so he asked his youngest son to come forward to settle this matter.

Thinking of this, Han Fukun couldn't help but secretly sighed that the first rank of the official was crushing people, even though he was reluctant in his heart, he finally nodded and said: "In this case, Han will do his best to work on this matter."

"Thank you, Uncle Han." Mr. Tang put on a big smile and got up to leave, but when he walked to the door, he turned around and said half-truthfully: "But Uncle Han, it's best not to let my father know about this matter. Otherwise, I'm afraid my nephew will lose his ass."

Han Fukun only thought that he was disregarding the relationship between Tang County Magistrate and this matter, and immediately suppressed his unhappiness, and responded with a smile: "Hehe, don't worry, my nephew, you can rest assured that Uncle Han is doing business. This matter will definitely not have anything to do with Mr. Tang Fu."

(End of this chapter)