Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

"Yes, Lord Guo!"

Zhang Huan clasped his fists and said to several of his subordinates: "Bring those old men up here!"

In an instant, several disheveled officials were escorted into the woodshed by the guards. Looking at their official uniforms, they were obviously fourth- and fifth-rank officials.

Zhang Guang was shocked to see his father appear here, and quickly stepped forward to untie the rope from his body.

"Dad, aren't you on duty at the Ministry of Industry? Why are you tied here?"

It's okay not to mention this. When Zhang Daochong was mentioned, he burst into anger and slapped his son on the face.

"You beast, you dare to molest a Turkic princess in broad daylight. Do you want to kill our Zhang family?"

After saying that, he knelt down in front of Fan Xin and begged bitterly.

"My lord, the dog has offended your old friend because of his blindness. Your Excellency does not care about the faults of the villain. Please spare his life!"

Unbeknownst to others, Zhang Daochong knew Fan Xin's strength very well. As long as he said a word, even the Minister of the Ministry of Industry would have to kneel down to apologize, let alone himself.

So he could only hope that Fan Xin could be more liberal.

Zhang Guang was stunned. He didn't expect his father to be so timid and actually beg a toothless tiger who had lost his power.

"Dad, are you confused? Grandpa is Yao Xiang's adviser. We don't need to be afraid of people named Fan."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Daochong kicked him to the ground and yelled angrily.

"Shut up, you treacherous son, don't you think you've hurt me badly enough?"

Fan Xin clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "You yourself know what kind of temper your son is, Zhang Daochong. If you don't kill him today, it will inevitably involve your Zhang family in the future."

"It's better for me to solve this hidden danger for you."

As he said this, he winked at Zhang Huan, who flashed his sword, and Zhang Guang's head flew up as everyone watched in horror.

"son!"

Seeing his son being killed by a knife, Zhang Daochong screamed and rushed forward, hugging the body and crying loudly.

"Zhang Huan, I will leave the matter here to you. I will accompany the Turkic princess to leave first."

"My lord, please go slowly. The general will take care of things here."

Fan Xin nodded and walked to Princess Yinzhu, with a smile in his eyes.

"When Zhaozhou said goodbye, I thought you would never see me again."

Looking at the man in front of her, Princess Yinzhu had a complicated expression.

If it hadn't been for this man, the Ashina family would not have been wiped out.

His father Khan would not become a prisoner of the Tang Dynasty.

But if he doesn't come, what will happen to the child?

a long time.

Princess Yinzhu said quietly.

"Originally, I planned not to see you for the rest of my life, but for the sake of my child's future, I have no choice but to come here shamelessly."

Although his tone was calm, Fan Xin still heard a hint of bitterness in it.

Just imagine, a Turkic woman led her child all the way to Datang. She must have suffered a lot along the way.

Thinking of this, Fan Xinxin felt more and more guilty. He gently picked up the mother and son and got into the carriage to go to Wolong Villa in the southern suburbs.

Currently trapped by his identity as the consort, he has not yet figured out how to tell Princess Taiping.

Knowing that it was Duke Yan's motorcade, the people waved to the two people in the carriage, to which Fan Xin responded with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to be so loved by the people."

Seeing both sides of the street crowded with Luoyang people, Princess Yinzhu's beautiful eyes were full of surprise. This was the first time she had seen such an official.

"It's nothing, they are all the people I helped when I was the young minister of Dali Temple."

While talking, the motorcade arrived at Wolong Villa. At this time, the middle door was wide open and servants were lined up on both sides.

Seeing the carriage stop slowly, Feng's mother came to the car with a smile on her face and helped Fan Xin lift the curtain.

"Master, you are back. Hey, is this your old friend?" After saying hello to Fan Xin, Feng's mother's attention immediately shifted to Princess Yinzhu.

Fan Xin said to Princess Yinzhu with a smile.

"This is Feng's mother. She will take care of you mother and son from now on."

Hearing this, Princess Yinzhu smiled kindly at Feng's mother.

After the two parties finished meeting, Fan Xin looked at the door, a little surprised, and asked.

"Feng Ma, where are the servants in the villa? Didn't I tell you that they all come to see you? Why don't you see them?"

Feng's mother scratched her head and said with a confused look.

"I don't know what happened. These servants were here just now, but suddenly they said they felt unwell and went back to the house to rest."

Princess Yinzhu's beautiful eyes flashed, and she interrupted with a smile: "Forget it, since you're not feeling well, there's no need to come over."

After briefly familiarizing themselves with the environment of Wolong Villa, the two came to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Princess Yinzhu couldn't wait to take off her dress and threw herself into Fan Xin's arms.

Said hungrily.

"Fan Lang, conquer me..."

Luoyang, suburbs.

On the wide road, there was an endless stream of caravans, and two old men were sitting on one of the simple carriages.

"Tsk, tsk, it's really eye-opening." Looking at the endless golden grain fields on both sides of the road, Yao Chong felt as if he had drank from a sweet spring.

He has been an official for decades and has served in countless places. However, this is the first time he has seen such a vibrant scene in Luoyang.

The counselor on the side was also quite emotional.

“Ten years ago, when the Yellow River flooded, Yizi still had to eat and the people were deprived of their livelihood. I don’t know how many victims starved to death on the roadside.”

"Look now, there is a constant stream of caravans passing by on the flat road, and even the farmers working in the grain fields are so fat. I can't imagine it's the same place."

Yao Chong nodded in agreement, rolled his eyes, stopped the carriage, took the counselor to the grain field beside the road, picked a grain of grain himself and observed it.

This is a kind of grain that is different from Jiangnan. The grains are large and plump, and the weight alone is 30% higher than that of other regions.

He really couldn't imagine how the farmers did it.

The farmers had been paying attention to this old guy for a long time, and found him squatting on the ground, weighing the grain, and walked closer with his lips curled up.

"Mr., are you from other places? This is Xiaoxin No. 1 grown by my family."

Old Yao Chong blushed, smiled at the old farmer and cupped his hands.

"Old man, I see that your grain fields are having a good harvest. You should be able to harvest a lot of grain this year, right?"

When talking about his own food, the old farmer puffed up his chest proudly.

"It's not too much. The yield per mu is estimated to be about one thousand catties."

"What are you talking about? The yield per mu is one thousand catties!"

Yao Chong took a breath and looked at the old farmer in disbelief. The best grain field in the north was only four hundred kilograms.

He never dreamed that the yield per mu could reach 1,000 kilograms in the suburbs of Luoyang. This was incredible.

The old farmer looked unhappy and murmured to himself whether the old gentleman was sick. A thousand catties per mu was nothing, when the blacksmith's house next door still had thirteen hundred catties.

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Yao Chong coughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, old man, I've lived in the city for too long, and I've never seen so many crops." "May I ask how you did it?"

Originally, Yao Chong asked this just with the attitude of giving it a try. After all, increasing the yield per mu from four hundred kilograms to one thousand kilograms is an amazing achievement. Anyone would keep this secret.

However, what he didn't expect was that the farmer said this without hesitation.

"The old gentleman doesn't know something. If you want to increase food production, you must use farmyard manure. Only when the land is strong can food production be increased."

"Farmyard manure?"

Yao Chong was stunned, a little confused. He was a scholar who had read poetry and books, and he had never heard of farmyard fertilizer.

"Yes, it means piling up undesirable things like dung and leaves, fermenting them, and then raising them to the ground so that they can be planted in the next spring."

"It turns out that's the case. It's really eye-opening." Yao Chong said from the bottom of his heart.

After understanding the reasons for increasing grain production, Yao Chong was extremely excited. If this method was extended to the whole country, would the Tang Dynasty still worry about food shortages?

After thinking about this, Yao Chong solemnly saluted the farmers.

"Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. On behalf of the world, I would like to thank you for your generous teachings."

Unexpectedly, the farmer waved his hand.

"The old gentleman is wrong again. This method of increasing grain production was told to everyone by our benefactor. It is said that it has been extended to Henan Province."

"Who is your benefactor?"

"Of course it's Duke Fan Xin of the State of Yan. Looking at the Tang Dynasty, apart from him who cherishes us ordinary people, who else takes us mud-legged people seriously."

Yao Chong didn't listen to what the old farmer said next, and returned to the carriage alone with complicated thoughts.

To be honest, he had a very bad impression of Fan Xin, who relied on Wu Zetian's favor to act recklessly and amass money.

Not only that, this person also bucked the trend and overturned the order of scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, focused on craftsman skills, developed commerce, and added a lot of miscellaneous knowledge about water conservancy, gunpowder and other aspects to the subjects of the Imperial College, ignoring the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.

Just for violating the ancestral system, Fan Xin is a sinner of history and deserves to be dismissed from office and sent back to his hometown.

What he didn't expect was that such a contrarian person would have the talent to govern the world, and every time he made a move, he would be breathtaking.

"Oh, it's such a pity that he was a good minister who governed the world, but he chose to be deviant."

Putting his thoughts away, Yao Chong glanced at the fertile fields in the night and got into the carriage.

When they arrived in the city, the two of them were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them. They saw a crowded street full of people shopping.

In terms of prosperity, it far surpasses Chang'an, and it is truly the city that never sleeps in the Tang Dynasty.

"Take a look, take a look, authentic Qingzhou prawns, you will be satisfied with them for thirty cents per pound."

"Two guests, can you please come in?"

Amid the warm greetings from the store clerk, Yao Chong and Zhang came to the window seat on the second floor, where they could see the entire Luoyang Sky Street.

"Sir, I am Jia Wangcai, the manager of the seafood restaurant. We have seafood hot pot, large pot dishes, small bowl dishes, and barbecue. You can order whatever you want."

Taking the menu from the shopkeeper, Yao Chong took a look at it. They were all dishes he had never heard of before, and pointed at a picture that looked like noodles.

"Bring me two plates of sea cucumber fried noodles."

"Okay, you two sit down for a while and the noodles will be ready for a while."

Jia Wangcai closed the menu, shouted to the chef, and then walked towards several gourmet riders in blue vests.

Looking at the packed diners in the store, Zhang Tsk clicked his tongue twice.

"No wonder Luoyang contributed 30% of the tax revenue to the national treasury last year. The income of this seafood restaurant alone for one night is probably 30 copper coins."

"This Fan Xin is so capable!"

Hearing this, Yao Chong snorted heavily. Luoyang's folk customs have been simple and kind since ancient times, but what he did was full of copper odor.

If this development continues, it won't be long before Luoyang will become a barbaric place where thieves are rampant and people don't know etiquette.

Unexpectedly, the waiter who served the food heard this and said with a smile.

"The guest officer is wrong. My nature is self-sufficient in the way of the sage. It is wrong to seek reasons for things from it."

"Each of us is born with the way of a saint in our heart, why should we stick to Confucius and Mencius?"

"The Duke of Yan said that if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the etiquette, and if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace. Rather than letting the people suffer poverty for the sake of simple folk customs, it is better to let them fill their stomachs and have money in their pockets."

Bang! Two bowls of oily sea cucumber fried noodles were placed on the table.

Yao Chong's face turned pale with anger after being mocked by a waiter who was serving food. Due to his status, he just snorted angrily.

"I'm asking you, sea cucumber fried noodles, where's the sea cucumber?"

"My name is Sea Cucumber..."

Yao Chong......

Putting the money on the table, Yao Chong took Zhang Zhang out of the seafood shop and randomly found an inn to rest.

At nightfall, Yao Chong, who had been tossing and turning and unable to sleep, sat up from the bed, opened the window and looked at the noisy street at midnight, his eyes full of complexity.

The shop clerk was right. The simple folk customs gained by a hungry man were meaningless. He had only been taught by saints for decades, which made it difficult for him to accept this concept for a while.

"The wind is blowing, Mr. Yao, please be careful not to catch a cold."

After glancing at the chapter, Yao Chong asked with a thought: "Zishan, if you were a commoner, would you choose Fan Xin to be the shepherd of Luozhou, or would you choose me as the palm seal?"

Zhang was silent for a while, then said: "Back to the prime minister's country, if my subordinates were common people, they would choose Fan Xin..."

"I see, I understand."

Yao Chong took one last look at the deep night and turned back to the bed. At the same time, he made up his mind to put aside his personal prejudices and invite Fan Xin to serve as an official again.

One night passed, and the two of them got on the carriage early and headed towards the Prime Minister's Mansion. The battle situation on the front line was urgent and there was not much time left for them.

When the sun was high in the sky, the carriage arrived in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion. , but what surprised them was that there was a long queue in front of the door.

Everyone was carrying things in their hands and carrying boxes as if they were going in to give gifts. .

"I dare to ask, brother, are there so many of you carrying things to give gifts to Duke Yan?"

The young man looked back and saw two old people, and shook his head politely.

"To be honest, sir, today is the birthday of the little princess of the Fan family."

"We all discussed that there is nothing to repay the Duke. We can only bring some eggs and bacon to express our feelings."

Yao Chong and Zhang Zhang looked at each other with shock in their eyes. It was unimaginable that Fan Xin was so loved by the people.

Just when the two of them were considering whether to carry a basket of eggs, there was a different scene in the Prime Minister's Mansion not far away.

Princess Taiping sat in a high position with a cold face, while hundreds of servants stood tremblingly at the foot of the steps, not daring to take a breath.

"So the prince-in-law went directly to Wolong Villa after he came out of the inn?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Lang sweat dripped from his forehead and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, this is indeed the case. It seems that the Duke's old friend is here..."

"Old friend?" Princess Taiping sneered: "I'm afraid it's a woman!"

Seeing Princess Taiping getting angry, Li Lang quietly left the hall.

The trouble caused by the Duke of Guo should be dealt with by himself.

I can't bear this anger...

(End of this chapter)