The Emperor is Above

Chapter 34: Is there no plow for spring ploughing?

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"Justice is in the hearts of the people, there is no such thing as speaking out for justice!"

Shuqiu Bing bowed in return with a smile, without any airs of a sergeant with a title. His words and actions treated Qing Yi as an equal.

"Old fox, definitely an old fox!"

Qing Yi once again defined Shuqiu Bing in his mind: everyone who reaches a certain level is not simple.

Shuqiu Bing, who is in his fifties, has an ordinary appearance and his cultivation is only at the eighth-grade warrior level. He was able to become a sergeant and be granted a title because of his years of participating in the king's conscription and battles. In the past, he had no sense of presence in Maoqiu Pavilion.

As a sergeant with a title and a seventh-rank lower-armor soldier, the head of the pavilion, Maosheng, is undoubtedly strong in both title and cultivation.

Qiudao Kou Rui was only a corporal, but relying on his friendship with Luqiu Mufeng, he was also very active, especially since Tingqiudao's duties were very powerful.

Against the backdrop of the two powerful forces, many common people in Maoqiuting find it difficult to even think of this Diannong at the first sight. It is only during the spring ploughing and autumn harvest every year that everyone suddenly realizes that there is such a good old man.

Now, the powerful Kou Rui had his right hand and left leg tendons cut off by Qing Yi, and his cultivation was almost destroyed. He would definitely not be able to serve as a thief in Maoqiu Pavilion anymore.

If there were no other titles or promotions to lower ranks, Mao Sheng and Shuqiu Bing would be the only ones in charge of Maoqiu Pavilion for a long time, which would give Shuqiu Bing a great opportunity.

Qing Yi is only an upper commoner, and his cultivation level is also very strange, but he was able to defeat Kou Rui, who is at the eighth level of warrior level. He is also considered to be one of the top five strong men in Maoqiu Pavilion, and is a target worth winning over.

Shuqiu Bing had no intention of replacing Maosheng. If he could become friendly and close to a new generation strongman like Qingyi, it would at least increase his voice in Maoqiu Pavilion.

One was trying to win them over, the other was being friendly, and the old and the young were chatting and laughing happily.

As the sun was approaching noon, Shuqiu Bing called over a young official and said to Qingyi with a smile, "This is my grandson Shuqiu Mancang. Let him go with Shuyi."

"The lower official Shuqiu Mancang greets the upper Shuyi. Let's set off now!"

Shuqiu Mancang is about seventeen years old, and looks like a younger version of Shuqiu Bing. He is also short and has an ordinary appearance. His cultivation is only at the high level of body building. No matter from which aspect you look at him, he is an ordinary person.

Such people often don't achieve much, but they can get things done in a down-to-earth manner, and are the key foundation for the implementation of all affairs. In addition, Shuqiu Bing's goodwill may also be to pave the way for his grandson.

After bowing to say goodbye to Shuqiu Bing, Qingyi waved to Daniu and Chai Yong and said, "Let's go. I think Auntie Bo has prepared lunch!"

This trip to Maoqiu Pavilion unexpectedly eliminated the enemy Kou Rui, which was really pleasing to the heart. Even the possible punishment from the king was not even bothered to care.

Qing Yi did not see that in a remote corner of Maoqiuting Market, Kou Qiang was hiding behind a low wall with red eyes, staring at the group of figures going away.

He gnashed his teeth and said angrily, "Huaiqiu Yi, you actually cut off my father's wrists and leg tendons. I wish I could eat your flesh and sleep on your skin!"

"If you hate him so much, why don't you go and take revenge and kill him? Why do you hide here and dare not go out?" A strange voice came from behind Kou Qiang.

"Who?" Kou Qiang turned around suddenly, only to find that it was the man in black robe who had talked to him before. Only then did he calm down.

The black-robed man’s face was mostly covered by his cloak, and he said in a strange voice: “Your father was an eighth-rank warrior, but his wrist was cut off by the other party.

Your enemy is so powerful at such a young age. You cannot take revenge on your own. If you want to become stronger, come and worship me, the god."

Kou Qiang nodded without hesitation and said, "Okay, I promise you, as long as I can get revenge, I will do it at any cost!"

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In the south of Huaiqiuli, dozens of people were busy. Qing Yi slowly paced and looked at his own fiefdom, nodding slightly with some satisfaction.

Five hundred acres of land are divided together. The entire plot is flat and open with fertile soil. Next to it is a small river several tens of meters wide, making irrigation extremely convenient.

This river originates from the Yuanshan Mountains west of the State of Xing. It is formed by the confluence of many streams in the dense forests. It flows from west to east for 300 miles and flows into the Jiming Lake in the east.

If the water flow is abundant in summer and autumn, one can row a small boat upstream along the river for 180 miles and then travel by land, which is only 20 miles away from the capital of Xing State.

The water level of this river is very shallow in winter. It is frozen solid and covered with thick snow, so it cannot be seen as a river at all. It only appears when the ice and snow melt in spring.

"With these 500 acres of land, if it's a good year, one acre of land can yield over 100 kilograms of corn, which means 50,000 kilograms of grain a year!" The white-bearded old man nodded with emotion.

"I hope there won't be another drought or flood this year!" Hei Weng looked happy but worried. "No one can stand the drought and flood for several consecutive years."

Qing Yi smiled and said to the two old men, "Don't worry, Old Man Bai and Old Man Hei. There was no way to deal with the drought and flood in previous years. I will definitely not let you go hungry in the future with me here."

The old man Bai and the old man Hei were naturally very convinced by Qing Yi's words. In previous years, thanks to the help from Qing Yi's family, everyone did not starve to death. This was one of the reasons why Huaiqiuli was so united.

As he was speaking, Shuqiu Mancang, who had been busy for most of the afternoon, came over. His legs and feet were covered with mud, and even his neatly-made clothes were splashed with mud spots.

He saluted without being rude, but said in a serious tone: "Shang Shuyi, today I have determined the boundaries of the four corners of your fiefdom. You can record them in the Tingdian Agricultural Book and keep them for later.

However, you must not move the boundaries without permission. Unauthorized expansion of the fiefdom boundaries will be severely punished, with the fiefdom reduced and, in serious cases, the title removed.

In addition, you will have to pay taxes for the 500 mu of land this year, so the spring ploughing must be carried out in time. If you delay sowing, do poor farming, or have a bad autumn harvest, you will be punished."

"This is natural." Qing Yi is not worried about spring ploughing.

Chai Yong laughed loudly and said, "What's there to be afraid of? We have hundreds of men in Huaiqiu. In previous years, I led them to help with spring ploughing and autumn harvest. It's just that we have two hundred acres of land!"

Seeing that there was still an hour before sunset, Qing Yi invited Shuqiu Mancang to have dinner at his home, but he was in a hurry to return to Shuqiu's fiefdom and did not dare to waste time.

Finally, Qing Yi decided to send Daniu and ten other militiamen to escort Shuqiu Mancang back. Looking at Shuqiu Mancang's muddy back, he said softly, "He is a serious and rigorous person, but his temperament is a bit dull and old-fashioned."

"Brother Xiaoyi, you yourself are a bit dull and old-fashioned!" He didn't know when Xizi, Huaimu and other boys stood behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh my god!" Qing Yi wanted to refute, but found that what Xizi said made some sense.

Chai Yong scolded and laughed as he patted the boys on the shoulders: "Go away, you little guys, you even dare to tease the head of the village. Come with me to the head of the village house and move those farm tools out first. We have to sort them out tomorrow morning."

More than 20 young men followed Chai Yong into Qing Yi's yard and moved out more than a dozen farm tools including plows, hoes, rakes, and hoes that had been stored in the main room.

Da Niu also brought a few people to carry out tens of thousands of kilograms of corn, which were used as seeds for this year's spring plowing. They needed to be selected with a winnowing basket and dried in the sun to help increase the germination rate.

Qing Yi curiously walked around the yard, watching Chai Yong and the others busying themselves. He felt something was wrong: "Uncle Chai, are these all the farm tools we have for spring ploughing? Are there any other farm tools?"

Chai Yong was puzzled by the question: "In previous years, we used these farm tools for spring ploughing. The plow was used for sowing, the rake and hoe were used for weeding, and the winnowing baskets were used for autumn harvest."

Now Qing Yi finally understood what was wrong. Looking at the pile of crude farm tools that made him want to cry, he said speechlessly: "Don't you have a plow for spring ploughing?"

(End of this chapter)