After the ascension of the new emperor, Gu Yuzhi, only five years old, was exiled to Mobei with the title of Prince Wen. Ministers objected, officials sympathized, and even his retinue believed he ...
Gu Yuzhi tilted his head and thought about it; it was indeed true.
He clapped his hands and chuckled, "When that big bad guy Li Yanping fails to buy salt permits in the capital and comes back to find that not only is Li's Escort Agency gone, but their business in Qizhou is basically gone too, he'll definitely be spitting blood again!"
Previously, they said he vomited blood because of worry and overwork, but this time it must have been because he was angry!
Gu Yuzhi wished he would vomit a few more mouthfuls of blood...
He imagined the scene and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Judge Qin and Guard Zhang exchanged a glance, both unable to suppress a smile.
The young prince always likes to think about random things by himself, and then secretly enjoy it by himself.
On the third day after their return, the trip to Xinliang, which had been postponed several times, finally took place as scheduled.
To make the snowy night more comfortable, the mansion changed its carriage again, and its width almost filled the entire official road.
Gu Yuzhi glanced outside twice and then lost interest. He scratched Xue Ye's chin and muttered, "When you go to Xinliang this time, I won't bring you back."
The snowy night grew longer and longer, making it no longer suitable to stay confined in the mansion. It was bad for the mansion and for the people inside.
Although Xueye grew up in the manor, he was still a wolf, especially at night. His green eyes frightened many people. Xueye felt wronged, and the people in the manor were also afraid.
Gu Yuzhi simply lay down, turned over and hugged Xue Ye's body: "Wait for me next year, no... the year after next. The year after next I will definitely be living in Xinliang. Come and visit me then!"
Xueye let out a soft howl, its eyes filled with reluctance, and leaned over, nuzzling Gu Yuzhi with its fluffy head. Gu Yuzhi's eyebrows curved into smiles, and the thought of parting faded considerably. Xueye chuckled.
“The Prince’s mansion is much bigger than the Wen mansion, and there won’t be as many people in the mansion then, so you’ll have more room to run around when you come to visit me.”
Now, the Chief Secretary and his entourage are all living in the Wen residence, which was originally quite large but is now packed full and naturally crowded.
However, Xinliang's Prince's Mansion was slightly larger than Wen's Mansion, and Xie Changshi and the others all had their own residences. He was the only master living in the entire mansion, so it was quite spacious.
As if Xueye understood, he chuckled again.
Because of the heavy snow in the northern desert a few days ago, the snow on the official road was deep, and the carriage traveled much slower than before. When it was deserted, the carriage would go for a run on a snowy night and come back with its body soaked. Xie Changshi would dislike it and make it stand in the cold wind for a long time before letting it in.
Xueye was particularly dissatisfied and bared his teeth at Xie Changshi's back before being reprimanded by Guard Zhang.
A scene unfolded every day, making the originally long and tedious journey much more interesting. It wasn't until they reached Xinliang that Gu Yuzhi suddenly realized that the journey wasn't actually that far.
The winter snow was thick, and the trees lining the official road had long since lost their leaves. The slender branches looked particularly desolate and pitiful in the cold wind. Gu Yuzhi glanced out through the crack in the car window and quickly closed it again. He spoke silently to Shu Xiaohan, "Teacher Shu, it's so cold outside. Won't these trees survive the winter?"
"Your Highness can rest assured." Shu Xiaohan had also taken a look. Although these trees were slender, they had all survived when she came to see them in the summer. "Poplar trees are the most resilient. None of them can survive the winter. Next spring, when the snow melts, these poplar trees will be nourished and will naturally grow a lot taller."
Gu Yuzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, cupped her face in her hands, and stared blankly at the closed car window.
The northern desert in winter looks desolate, but after a year of reclamation, Xinliang is no longer as desolate as it was when I first came. Not a single weed has sprouted in the cultivated fields, and the thick snow weighs them down. Next year will surely be another year of bumper harvest for Xinliang.
Gu Yuzhi was overjoyed when he saw Teacher Shu nodding and saying, "If the wheat is covered with three layers of snow in winter, you'll sleep on a pillow of steamed buns next year. Don't worry, Your Highness, the harvest in Xinliang next year won't be bad."
He scratched his head: "Teacher Shu, what is wheat covered with three layers of quilts? And what is steamed bun?"
Shu Xiaohan...
I got carried away and forgot that Sangchao doesn't have wheat yet.
She glanced at the tightly closed car window following Gu Yuzhi's gaze, and whispered to him, "Young Prince, have you forgotten? I told you before that wheat is also a kind of grain, and unlike sweet potatoes and potatoes, it's a staple food. Do you remember, Young Prince, that I kept saying we wanted to go a little further north?"
Gu Yuzhi nodded, tilted his head and thought for a moment. It seemed that Teacher Shu had mentioned wheat when he first came to Xinliang.
He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I thought you meant further north when you were looking for cotton."
He suddenly remembered that the cotton was found near the iron mine last time: "Teacher Shu, if we go further north, wouldn't we have to go to Quanzhou or the Beidi area?"
Gu Yuzhi held his chin in his hands, puffing out his cheeks as he thought. He had been in Mobei for over a year, yet no one from Quanzhou had come to pay him a visit. The prefect of Quanzhou, the commander and deputy commander of the Mobei army, seemed to know nothing about this prince.
In General Huo's words, the situation in Quanzhou is very complicated right now. Although the hundreds of thousands of Northern Desert troops are guarding Quanzhou, there is no guarantee that they won't turn around and kill them. Therefore, he should avoid attracting attention as much as possible and wait until Xinliang is well-developed before making any moves.
But when he heard Shu Xiaohan say that wheat was a staple food, he couldn't help but be interested: "Teacher Shu, can you tell me more about wheat?"
If wheat can really be found in Quanzhou, what's wrong with him waiting for Guard Qi to return and having Huo Liangyao take them to Quanzhou?
If we can bring back wheat seeds, then the Sang Dynasty will have another food crop!
"Of course!" Shu Xiaohan quickly explained, "Wheat is a staple food that is rich in nutrients and also has high economic value."
She looked at Wen Xiuzhu and saw that he was listening intently, so she didn't make things difficult for him: "I've already told you what economic value is, so it's up to Manager Wen to figure out how to sell it afterwards. I won't go into details."
Perhaps because Shu Xiaohan would bring him another new surprise, Wen Xiuzhu didn't mock her for not understanding business matters this time. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Teacher Shu is right. I'll take care of the business matters. Teacher Shu only needs to handle the agricultural matters."
He rarely uttered words of affirmation and flattery: "Professor Shu's expertise in agriculture is truly unparalleled!"
"Stop!" Shu Xiaohan got goosebumps all over from his description. "First, I'm just an ordinary PhD from an agricultural research institute, don't exaggerate like that. Second, in later generations, wheat is one of the most widely distributed grain crops, even ordinary people know that, it would be strange if I didn't!"