Upon hearing this, the four Ye brothers turned around at the same time.

The person who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard.

Ye Laosi swallowed the rebuttal that was on the tip of his tongue.

This old man looks like he's almost old enough to be his grandfather, so you'd better be more accommodating to him and not make him angry anymore.

It was Boss Ye who had sharp eyes and was the first to see the county magistrate Chai Zhiming following behind the old man.

"Master Chai, what brings you here?" Boss Ye greeted him quickly.

Chai Zhiming saw that he had been discovered, so he stepped forward with a smile and said, "It's quite a coincidence today, it's rare that all four of you brothers are here.

"Let me introduce you, this is Lord Nie Changlin, the Secretary of Sinong Temple."

Then he turned to Ye Lao Er and said, "Didn't I come to your field last time to check it out? After I returned, I reported the situation truthfully.

"Nie Sicheng is specifically responsible for this part of the work. He attaches great importance to it, so he came to your land to see the specific situation in person."

While the county magistrate was speaking, Nie Changlin could no longer hold back and rushed straight to the field.

Seeing that Mr. Nie was still working in the fields at his old age, the Ye brothers looked at him worriedly.

Ye Lao Er even followed directly behind, with his arms crossed, ready to support Mr. Nie if he was unable to stand steadily.

Old Master Nie said without even turning his head, "No need. Even if I fell, I wouldn't blackmail your family."

Ye Lao Er replied, "I'm not afraid of you falling, I'm afraid of you crushing my crops."

Boss Ye secretly thought that this was not good. It seemed that Mr. Nie had a bad temper. The second brother should not offend him again with what he said.

He is also a court official after all!

Just as Ye Lao Da was about to step forward to help smooth things over, Mr. Nie suddenly asked Ye Lao Er: "Did you grow all these crops?"

"My brothers and I planted the crops together, but everyone was busy with other things, so I was the only one who cleaned up after planting."

After hearing this, Mr. Nie glanced at Ye Lao Er, then took out a rope with many knots from his arms.

It was obvious that the rope had been used for a long time, and the surface was already fuzzy, but Mr. Nie held it like a treasure. He walked around the field for a long time, selected a rice plant and started measuring it.

When he discovered that the rice in the Ye family's field, even the shorter ones, was taller than the top knot of his rope, Mr. Nie showed a look of surprise on his face.

Then he measured the height of the crops everywhere in the field, and finally went to take a look at the fields of several surrounding families.

After confirming that the Ye family's crops were indeed at least one and a half to two inches taller than those of other families, and most importantly, thicker than those of other families, a smile finally appeared on Grandpa Nie's face.

Chai Zhiming at the edge of the field was tired of waiting. If he hadn't been concerned about his status, he would have just squatted on the ground and rested for a while.

Seeing Old Master Nie smile, Chai Zhiming thought it was finally over. He went up to him and said, "Master Nie, how is it? Is it consistent with what we reported?"

Previously, Chai Zhiming learned that the Ye family’s crops grew better than those of other families, so he sent people to check it out and wrote a memorial to submit.

Who knew that this memorial was sent to the Sinong Temple, and after reading it, Mr. Nie was so angry that he threw it to the ground.

Fengle County is considered to be a relatively poor place around the capital. The biggest reason is that the surrounding land is not fertile enough and the real estate is not abundant.

Not to mention that the rice around the capital has not yet reached ear stage.

It is said that after reading the memorial, Mr. Nie insisted that Fengle County was exaggerating and fabricating facts, and insisted on coming to Rongxi Village in person to fight against the counterfeiting and put an end to this evil trend.

The main reason is that the Sino-Agricultural Ministry receives many such memorials every year. It can be said that from the time the rice begins to ear, counties across the country will send such memorials to the capital.

Due to the climate differences between the north and the south, the time when rice heads in is also different, resulting in Sinong Temple receiving these junk for almost half a year every year.

Mr. Nie was originally very dissatisfied with this, but as the saying goes, the law does not hold everyone responsible. Moreover, he is old and really does not have the energy and physical strength to travel around the country.

Who would have thought that this year there would be a report that the rice might become the grain king before the rice even started to ear.

When Mr. Nie saw that they were near the capital, he immediately asked someone to prepare a carriage. He wanted to come in person to crack down on counterfeiting and severely punish the county magistrate of Fengle County.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey and curb this increasingly bad trend.

So when Mr. Nie came to the county government office in Fengle County, he didn't have a good face towards Chai Zhiming.

After Chai Zhiming figured out the situation, he insisted on personally accompanying Mr. Nie to Rongxi Village to find out what was going on.

This matter could be a big deal or a small one. If Mr. Nie really submitted a memorial in anger to accuse him of being greedy for merit and reckless, leaving a bad impression on the emperor, then his official career would probably end there.

Seeing that Mr. Nie confirmed that the Ye family's crops were indeed growing very strong and better than those of other families, Chai Zhiming finally felt relieved.

Old Master Nie was delighted to see the crops growing in the Ye family's fields. It was the first time he had seen such strong crops.

If nothing unexpected happens, the yield from this land will definitely be considerable.

But compared to the title of Grain King or not, Mr. Nie was more concerned about how Ye Lao Er grew crops so well.

If Ye Laoer's method can be promoted, it will benefit millions of people!

So after returning to the farm, he ignored Chai Zhiming's words and just pulled Ye Laoer aside to ask, "How many years have you been farming? Did the crops grow so well outside the Great Wall before? What kind of fertilizer do you usually use? How often do you apply fertilizer? What kind of base fertilizer do you put before planting? How much..."

Mr. Nie has too many problems.

Ye Lao Er was answering seriously at the beginning, but later on, Mr. Nie asked more and more detailed questions, which made Ye Lao Er a little impatient.

Seeing this, Chai Zhiming had no choice but to step forward and smooth things over. "Mr. Nie, you must be tired after working in the fields for so long. Why don't we go back to the village first and find a place to sit down, drink some water, and chat slowly?"

Of course, his proposal was naturally selfish.

There wasn't even a tree at the edge of the field. It was so hot and sunny standing here. Although I only said a few words, my throat was already steaming.

When Ye Laoer heard that he was still asking questions, he immediately didn't want to serve anymore.

He put the straw hat on his head and said, "I still have work to do in the fields. You guys go back first."

But Old Master Nie immediately followed him: "Whatever work you're going to do, I'll go with you and see. We can talk while we work!"

"Mr. Nie..." Chai Zhiming looked at the scorching sun above his head. He was really worried that the old man would get sunburned.

But Mr. Nie just waved his hand and said, "Alright, Master Chai, please go back. I plan to stay in Rongxi Village."

"Ah? What?" Chai Zhiming was stunned for a moment.