My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

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 I have to come to Chang'an Township before dawn?"

"I don't know either, but all the superior officers are here, so how can we not come? I gave you a hand because I thought you were my friend!"

"The millet in Chang'an Township is really good for sale, but since your Majesty has gathered so many courtiers here, aren't you afraid that the millet will just look like a silver spear?"

"Chang'an-kun probably won't drag me along to play with the golden juice later!"

"That's not certain. Your Majesty is really willing to accompany Lord Chang'an to fool around."

"If you can destroy three kingdoms for the Qin Dynasty, the king will be willing to accompany you to do such nonsense."

More than a thousand middle-level and lower-level officials stood on the outside in an orderly manner, yawning and whispering.

Because of 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 didn'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 towards the fields were full of excitement and longing.

As 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, surrounded by a group of important ministers, chatting softly about their parents' affairs.

"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.

Queen Mother Huayang turned around and looked back, looking at Ying Chengyu who was trotting all the way with a kind smile.

Ying Chengyu apologized again and again: "My grandson didn't know that grandma and Brother Wang came so early."

"Otherwise, we have to go out to meet him."

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 Xiao'er has returned from an expedition. It's time to rest more."

"It's just that Qiao'er didn't sleep all night again?"

The scent of incense on the three of them could 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 didn't make it clear, he just smiled obediently and said, "My grandson will go to bed early tonight!"

"Brother Wang, why are so many people here?"

The Chang'an Lord's Mansion and Chang'an Palace are almost in full force, 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 cultivation are the most important thing in the country. How can the ministers look down on it!"

Obviously, it doesn't matter if we grow mulberry trees or not.

Let all the ministers see with their own eyes the results of Ying Chengyu's hard work for a year. This is what Ying Zheng really wants!
Ying Chengyu smacked his lips: "Brother Wang has great confidence in me."

Ying Zheng said seriously: "Brother Nai, I always trust Brother Wang!"

Ying Chengyu suddenly showed a bright smile: "Then Brother Wang believes in the right person!"

Looking up to the east, Ying Chengyu did not see the sun leaping above the horizon, but he could already see the faint morning light shining on the earth.

Ying Chengxuan then asked, "Brother Wang is already here, so today Brother Wang will be in charge, 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 servants, one hundred guards, one hundred officials with a rank of five hundred stone or above, ten merchants, ten craftsmen, and fifty villagers from Chang'an Township to work in the fields."

“Divide the acres!”

"Please invite Mr. Yangquan, Mr. An Wen (Ying Le)... and other dear friends to enter the field for guidance."

"Order the imperial censor and all his subordinate officials to enter the fields for supervision."

"Anyone who dares to mess with the agriculture and mulberry fields will be executed immediately!"

Wang Wan, Mi Chen, Ying Le and other court officials suddenly handed over their hands:
"only!"

More than three hundred elected officials and subjects walked into the fields together, carefully measured the acres of land under the supervision of the imperial censor, and circled the acres one after another with hemp ropes and wooden sticks.

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, cupping her hands and shouting: "Your Majesty."

"The acres have been divided!"

Ying Zheng nodded happily: "Good!"

"Bring me the sickle."

After taking the sickle handed by Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng looked around at the ministers and said in a deep voice: "Farming and mulberry trees are the most important thing of the country."

"The Lord of Chang'an now offers a new strategy for farming and mulberry trees. I should try it first."

"All you dear friends should also try it."

The ministers immediately raised their hands and shouted:

"only!"

On both sides of the fields, musicians played music, painters painted, and the historian's brush 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 corn 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 an ordinary ear, and contains significantly more millet than an ordinary ear.

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, then twisted out a few grains and put them into his mouth, and then moved faster and faster, even hastily aiming for the next handful. Susui 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 push five times and turn against five sickles. The officials of Guqing push seven times and turn against seven sickles. The scholars push nine times and turn against nine sickles."

"Now that your Majesty has passed five sickles, it's time for me to come forward, sir?"

Ji Tian ordered Xu Min to raise his hands nervously and said: "The etiquette is as follows, but we still have to wait for the king's instructions on how to behave."

I am just a small official, please 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!"

While he was talking, Wang Jian snatched the sickle from a eunuch 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!"

After twisting a piece of corn and putting it into his mouth, Wang Jian's face changed slightly, and his voice became more serious and less exaggerated: "It's not an empty shell! There is millet in the shell!"

Wang Jian swung his sickle again and again, chopped off several handfuls of corn, and rolled out a large handful of corn at will and put it into his mouth.

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 blankly at his palms, 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: "Wang's children, go to the fields to harvest!"

"Wang Wu, Wang Ben, Wang Yong, and Wang Gang, the four of you are guarding the four sides of this acre of land. No one is allowed to enter except the imperial censor and his subordinates!"

With such a vital matter, Wang Jian could not trust anyone else but his own son!

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 rushed into the fields regardless of Xu Min's obstruction.

"These five acres belong to the Daqin royal family for harvesting. I would like to ask all my colleagues to make it convenient for me."

"It's not like a silver gun with a waxy head! Although this millet has empty and shriveled shells, it's very small! The yield of this millet must be extremely high!"

"Don't even try! We haven't measured the output yet! Spit it all out for Nai Gong! Spit it out quickly!"

An official who usually walked smoothly and showed off his aristocratic airs rushed into the field like a fat wild dog.

The gorgeous clothes he was wearing, which had been sold in exchange for hundreds of acres of grain, were now casually ruined by its owner, who showed no mercy even if he was cut by a sickle.

Regardless of their origin, everyone was waving their sickles with red eyes, and the villagers of Chang'an in the distance were stunned.

Ying Chengyu saw this and smiled: "What are you still doing?"

"This is Chang'an Township, and this field is cultivated by you and others."

"Are you going to sit back and watch the guests wait for you to collect all the food?"

"Guardian, please don't go to the fields. Lead the general's troops to camp and make food."

Hearing what Ying Chenggan said, the villagers in Chang'an Township also hurriedly picked up their sickles and ran into the fields.

With the hard work of more than 10,000 people, thousands of acres of experimental fields have been harvested before the sun sets.

Staples 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 Great 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, it's almost time to dry them."

Only then did Ying Zheng give the order: "Beat the ears and pound the rice!"

This time, the villagers of Chang'an Township were excluded.

Wei 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 pound, two pounds..."

As the pounds of corn were weighed out, Wang Wan's hands trembled.

When the output of one acre of land was weighed, Wang Wan raised his head blankly and met the expectant and anxious gazes of Ying Zheng and the courtiers.

"How much is the yield per acre?"

"Prime Minister Zuo, please speak!"

"Hey, I'm so anxious. How much is it? Tell me!"

Wang Wan swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "The king, the Queen Mother Huayang, Mrs. Han, and Lord Chang'an jointly harvested this acre of 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 opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief:
"Take the young master?!"

(End of this chapter)