I feel uncomfortable if I don't listen to gossip for a day.

The black man went to meet him in surprise: "Why are you here too, Mr. Ming? The one beside you..."

The county magistrate squinted his triangular eyes and smiled at the black man: "Qi Dashi, your ancestors are really proud of you! This Xu Lang is from the capital, and he is the Minister of the Court! The court heard that you are good at farming, so they want to take you to grow a new crop!"

"The court?"

The black man's heart almost jumped to his throat, and his mind was blank. He repeated in confusion: "Take... me?"

The county magistrate laughed: "Yes! Not only you, but your whole family will go to the capital to enjoy life! Don't you believe what this county magistrate says!"

The county magistrate is a good county magistrate, When someone needed to cross mountains and ridges, he would lend his old ox to the other party to pull the cart, so that the people would not have to walk dozens of miles on the mountain road. Occasionally, he would help the people move heavy objects when he had time.

But at the same time, there was nothing outstanding about his government orders. It can only be said that he was a mediocre but kind county magistrate.

However, it was precisely because of this that the black man trusted him completely, and Xu Yanmo also deliberately looked for him to avoid the black man from panicking when he heard that he was going to be conscripted to the capital.

The black man was stunned for a few breaths, his trembling hands slowly recovered, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "Of course we believe in you, Lord Ming."

Xu Yanmiao tilted his head and ordered: "Captain Luo, please send a team of Jinyiwei to escort them and their family to the capital."

Captain Luo Jin of Jinyiwei was also the top scorer in the military examination. At this moment, facing Xu Yanmiao's order, he trembled with excitement, and even the fabric of his clothes could be seen shaking.

He took a step forward, facing the envious gazes of other thousand households, and said with a smile: "I will definitely instruct my brothers to take good care of Qi's family and entertain them with good food and wine along the way! I will not neglect them!"

Xu Lang said seriously: " Thank

you for your hard work." Luo Jin just wanted to say: It's not hard, it's not hard, if you can use your precious brain and open up a little space for him in your crowded memory.

Gao He was not from the Hanlin Academy, but now because of Xu Lang's words, he was sent to manage the construction of the palace. As long as the palace is repaired, he will be promoted.

He also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity!

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The black man's family quickly packed up their belongings, invited Xu Yanmiao and the county magistrate, as well as the Jinyiwei and the yamen runners to eat a few bowls of bone soup, and got on the carriage excitedly.

They were going to work for the emperor!

I didn't expect that he could bring honor to his family by farming!

The black man excitedly turned around in the carriage, touching here and there.

The curtains were made of gauze! So transparent! So shiny! So thin!

The seat cushions were covered with satin! What a waste, they only had one or two satin skirts in their family, which were for their ladies! When they bought them, they handed the money to the cloth shop, and their hearts were bleeding! This is actually used for them to sit!

As the mule started, he directly hit the car with force, and his family members hurriedly asked him what happened. He took two steps back, sat down carefully, held his forehead and grinned honestly: "It's okay, it's okay!"

The seven-year-old son ran over excitedly and pulled his sleeve: "Grandpa, what good wine and food are they talking about? Will they use Zhenjiang vinegar? I heard from Yun Ge'er that he and his mother go back to the place called Zhenjiang every year to visit his grandparents, and they eat this for food. It's so fragrant, and they squeeze ginger juice into it!" Yun

Ge'er is the seven-year-old son of the county magistrate. He was born while in office, and before the county magistrate is transferred, he doesn't need to be sent away for the time being. Because he was the son of the county magistrate, he was tall and always took the chicken, duck and fish from home. Sometimes he even had veal legs, which he shared with the children in the county. He was like the king of children.

The black man didn't know if he would have it, but he patted his son's head and said, "Don't worry, I'll buy it for you in the future! I'll work hard to farm for the emperor! We'll all eat Zhenjiang vinegar!"

The son shouted happily.

The ten-year-old eldest son said excitedly: "Grandpa! I want this kind of mule in the future! They actually put up a cloth awning in front of the car, not even letting the mule to sunbathe!"

The black man grabbed them all: "Buy! Buy all!"

The eldest daughter, Tu Ke La Xi Shi, put her hands on her waist: "I don't want to plow the fields in the future!"

The eldest son: "If we don't plow the fields, what will we do!"

Tu Ke La Xi Shi used her imagination to the fullest and said loudly: "Grandpa is the master, mom is the lady, and I want to be a lady! The lady in the storybook, when she is tired of walking, there is a little maid to massage her legs through the quilt!"

The black man also smiled and said: "Okay! I will definitely let you be a lady!"

The mule car drove forward, the wheels rumbled forward, like the beat of a joyful drum. The curtains were also swaying happily.

The beautiful lady turned her head: "Mom! What do you want?"

The black man's wife also came back to her senses from her dream and said with a smile: "In the future, I don't have to make the soup!"

She still felt a little regretful. If she had known that she would take such a good car, she would have gritted her teeth and spent money to ask someone to make bone soup. Now she smelled of bone soup and felt very uncomfortable sitting in this car.

The beautiful lady: "Of course not! You will be my wife in the future! What about my husband! What do you want!"

The black man pulled his sweat-soaked collar, suppressed his panic, and said with a smile: "Of course I can eat meat every day!"

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When they arrived in the capital, they found that the court had recruited more than just them.

Old farmers from all over the country gathered together to discuss how to grow something called potatoes. After all, although there are indigenous people, the soil, water quality and climate are different in different places, so it is impossible to copy them.

- They basically don't speak Mandarin, and there is a translator standing next to them.

At the beginning, everyone was still discussing:

"It must be necessary to dig a hole, plant seeds, and then add manure! This is what we eat!"

"The ground must be raked and loosened!"

"Isn't it said that this thing will rot and get sick in the soil? Try wrapping it in saltpeter!"

"I see that this thing has sprouts, so the end with the sprouts should be facing up, otherwise it will be suffocated."

Soon, as they talked, they started arguing!

"I think we should use chicken manure!"

"Why chicken manure? Don't you know that chicken manure breeds stinging insects? They will chew holes in the soil, and then we can plant crops! We should use horse manure!"

"Horse manure attracts mole crickets!"

On the other side -

"We should mix it with wood ash!"

"It should be mixed with saltpeter!"

"I can't make sense with you. I won't plant with you! I'll plant it myself!"

"Me too!"

And -

"The buds are facing up? The buds should be facing down. These buds look like the roots of potatoes. How can the roots be placed upside down? First the roots

grow, then the seedlings emerge!" "What! I've been farming for my whole life, and I've never heard of growing roots before seedlings. The seedlings should emerge before the roots grow! If the seedlings don't emerge first, how can the seedlings grow in an orderly manner!"

"Do you know how to farm?"

"You don't know how to farm! If you plant potatoes like this, they will definitely die!!!"

...

They are all farmers with farming experience, and they are also good farmers from all over the country. They all have their own stubbornness and can't be stopped.

In the end, the old emperor waved his hand and let each of them take an acre of land and go back to plant potatoes. Whoever grows the most acre will be rewarded with a house in the capital. It doesn't matter whether you live there or sell it.

It's almost visible to the naked eye that these farmers are staring at the potatoes that belong to them, as if they were a car that has been accelerated to the maximum speed by someone stepping on the accelerator.

Knowing how to farm can really bring honor to the family!

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"Hehehehe, what do you say about naming my son Yaozu!" Lian

Hang laughed like a silly father while holding his eldest son, who was still a week-old infant.

Xu Yanmiao thought about it and said seriously: "Will his name be Guangzong in the future?"

Lian Hang smiled: "Not bad, you have even thought of a name for my son."

He handed the week-old child to Xu Yanmiao: "Come here! Do you want to hug him?"

Xu Yanmiao closed his lips and held the child carefully. When Lian Hang was instructing him on how to move, he felt that he didn't dare to breathe heavily.

[So small!]

[So soft!]

[Help! It feels like it could get hurt so easily!]

Lian Hang almost laughed out loud and quickly shifted his attention: "You don't have to be so careful. Let me tell you, this little guy is tough. He didn't cry even if he kicked on the hard wood at the head of the bed at night. He just let out a 'wow' and hummed a few words. He doesn't need a wet nurse to coax him."

Xu Yanmiao: "Even if you said that, I wouldn't dare to make any big moves!"

Lian Hang held his son back, and only then did Xu Lang stop howling in his heart.

Then, the calm heart was stirred up by Lian Hang's words: "Xu Lang, I was joking about the name Yaozu - how about you give him a big name?"

Xu Yanmiao was hit hard: "What did you say? Me? I will name your first child?!"

Lian Hang said embarrassedly: "I think you are lucky, Xu Lang, and I want my child to have some of your name, but if you don't want to..."

"I don't want to..." Xu Yanmiao hastily denied, and then hesitated: "But I'm afraid that I won't give a good name, too vulgar..."

Lian Hang: "It's okay, no matter what, it's not as vulgar as Yaozu."

Xu Yanmiao: "..."

It seems to be true.

"Then... I'll give him a name?" Lian

Hang nodded vigorously.

Is there anything more blessed for the child than to let Bai Ze name him!

Xu Yanmiao: "I have to think about it carefully. I can't be careless about naming!"

He thought about it for three days. During these three days, Xu Yanmiao didn't read gossip! The officials in Beijing who just celebrated their successful escape from the battle royale felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling on their bodies.