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Zhao Guangyuan began his life as a sergeant in the Sinong Division.

After finishing the matter in Yanzhou, he took two heads of the Agriculture Department to Huangzhuang for inspection.

He has not forgotten that the emperor originally asked him to go to the Agriculture Department for the purpose of growing Linggua. He did not want to have to travel and travel, and wanted to grow watermelons in Huangzhuang on the outskirts of Beijing, so that the royal family could eat watermelons nearby.

Zhao Guangyuan arrived at Huangzhuang and inspected the Huangzhuang in a decent manner, picking up soil everywhere and checking the soil fertility and moisture content.

The head of the Imperial Manor was an old eunuch. Hearing that Lord Si Nongsi was here, he refused to pay attention as usual. But when he heard that the King of Yue was coming, he came according to the order. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran out of the house. Serving on the side.

Of course, Cao Cuo didn't like his behavior.

These eunuchs and maids made mistakes in the palace and were demoted to the imperial palace. Even now, they have not learned their lesson and have brought out the palace's behavior of flattering superiors and scorning inferiors.

Back then, he was tortured severely by this unruly slave in the Imperial Mansion. If Zhao Lingcheng hadn't come to the Imperial Mansion to select people to serve His Highness, he would still be cleaning toilets in the Imperial Mansion.

Naturally, he didn't have a good look on that Zhuangtou. He heard that His Highness was coming to Huangzhuang today, so he specially asked for orders to follow him. Naturally, I want to pay back the anger I suffered in the past.

"Eunuch Cao? Long time no see. Are you getting younger with each passing day?"

Zhuangtou saw that Cao Cuo was now proud again and had become the internal manager of Prince Yue's Mansion, and felt envious in his heart.

If he had known that the King of Yue could stand up, he would have followed Zhao Lingcheng to the imperial mausoleum. It’s my turn to get Cao Cuo!

Cao Cuopi smiled but looked at him sideways, "Hey, Zhuangtou, does he still remember the younger one?"

"Oh, Eunuch Cao, you are so stupid. If you can't remember, who can't remember General Manager Cao?" Sure enough, in the thirty years since Hedong and the thirty years since Hexi, Cao's house started to tremble again. It's really angry. people.

Cao Cuo enjoyed his praise, and most of the turmoil that he had suppressed over the years was finally gone.

But I don’t want to bring trouble to His Highness. He has stayed in the palace and the imperial village for so many years, and he knows well that it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. He only suppressed the old dissatisfaction and gave him a box of rice beads behind his back.

Although small, it has good color and well-proportioned size.

The village head declined.

Cao Cuo pushed back again, "Don't you think the pearl is not big enough? Everyone in the capital doesn't know that our prince is the poorest! I would like to get some good ones, but it's a pity that the prince's treasury can't run away. Please forgive me, Zhuangtou."

She stuffed it into his arms and said kindly, "Our prince will often come to the Imperial Manor on business in the future. Please take good care of me, head of the manor."

Seeing that Cao Cuo didn't use any tricks on him, the village head rewarded him. Cao Cuo coaxed him to feel comfortable. He skillfully sleeved up the box of rice beads and smiled sincerely.

"Eunuch Cao is still magnanimous. Even if Eunuch Cao doesn't say anything, I know how to do it. Eunuch Cao, just don't worry. As long as the King of Yue gives orders, I won't do anything wrong."

"That's good."

Cao Cuo then put his arms around him and walked to the side to talk, and got a lot of words out of his mouth.

Zhao Guangyuan glanced at Cao Cuo from a distance and remained calm, only focusing on Zhuangzi's land.

The two principals of the Sinong Division followed him. They saw that he looked decent and had the sophisticated look of a farmer. They couldn't figure out whether he was just showing off or whether he had really developed his farming skills in the imperial mausoleum. .

"Your Majesty?"

When Manager Song saw him picking up the dirt and smelling it without being too dirty, he was filled with admiration. Seeing that he was still writing notes in his notebook, he thought about going to help, so he took two steps closer and spoke out.

Seeing the King of Yue's eyes, he hurriedly pointed to the book in his hand: "Does the prince want to go down and help record it?"

Zhao Guangyuan took a look and saw that the booklet was stained by him. Shaking his head, "No need. I remember it myself and know it in my heart."

Another boss, Peng, originally ordered them to follow the King of Yue, and he was already prepared to endure hardships. Who would have thought that the King of Yue, unlike others, would actually do it himself! God, this is a fake prince! You can also check the soil fertility and soil moisture by yourself!

Which prince in the capital is like this? He has never seen such a careless prince.

There was another emotion in my heart. Seeing Master Song speak, he also stepped forward to help, and he took a fancy to the pen in the prince's hand.

That pen is really strange. It does not stick to ink and does not dirty your hands. It is very convenient to use and you can write just by lifting the pen. Moreover, the palm-sized notebook is very convenient to carry around. The paper is as white as snow, and the ink is not smudged at all.

Could it be that Qiya’s Exotic Pet Store has new products?

want to! Crazy want!

Zhao Guangyuan also noticed the burning eyes of the two of them looking at the pen and paper in his hand, but he just didn't know. Ask them about the planting situation in Huangzhuang.

While answering the King of Yue's questions, the two principals imitated him and took out their notebooks to record while inspecting.

It's just that no matter how thin their pens are, they still have to be dipped in ink to write. Before they have finished writing a word, the prince's fingers are flying and he has already written two or three lines.

They wanted such a thin pen and such quick-drying ink even more.

Almost crying.

Zhao Guangyuan inspected Huangzhuang for a whole morning and concluded that Huangzhuang was not suitable for growing Linggua.

Of course it is possible to grow it, but the side of the imperial mausoleum is surrounded by mountains and the climate is more suitable. Moreover, even if Zhao Guangyuan could grow it, he would say he couldn't.

The melon seeds that Xia Er worked hard to pick were handed over to the Lin family for trial planting. The Lin family tried for three years before selecting the most suitable seeds for planting. Now these people in Beijing want to sit back and enjoy their gains?

He could imagine that if he said that watermelons could be grown in Huangzhuang, the entire Huangzhuang would shovel all the grain in the ground in the middle of the night and plow the ground to wait for the melons to be planted.

There are also Zhuangzi in the hands of the prince, King Qin, princes and princesses, and Zhuangzi in the hands of dignitaries. It is estimated that watermelons will be planted there.

He has no interest in making wedding clothes for others.

Since it is called Linggua, it should grow in the imperial mausoleum.

"Your Majesty, why can't we plant?" The two principals were very dedicated to their duties and were not ashamed to ask.

Zhao Guangyuan didn't want to explain more, so he just said: "Do you know Nan Ju and Bei Zhi?"

Of course they know this. "But Changping is not that far away from the capital." The carriage is only a day away, how could the climate be so different?

"The growth of watermelons requires a certain temperature difference. The side of the Imperial Tomb is surrounded by mountains, which meets certain conditions. In addition, watermelons are suitable for sandy soil with deeper soil layers, but the side of Huangzhuang is not suitable."

Suitable for deep sandy soil? That Huangzhuang is really not suitable.

The thousand acres of land in the imperial village are all the most fertile farmland. The head of the farm and his servants are eager to apply fertilizer three times a day.

Just kidding, the produce of the imperial village is sent to the palace for the emperor and the ladies of the palace to enjoy, and every spring when the sickle is blooming, this place is used as a place to worship heaven. The head of the village and the servants of the village have no idea. Dare to neglect.

So, why can’t watermelons be grown in Huangzhuang? Is it because the soil is too good?

That's such a shame.

The two principals, Peng and Song, thought of the Linggua given to the Ministry of Industry by the palace in the summer. Their agricultural department divided half of it, and each of them only ate half a tooth. Can't forget.

If it can be grown near Huangzhuang and Beijing, the selling price will probably be cheaper, and they can buy a few more homes next summer to share with the whole family.