Chapter 1326: Want to Steal My Skills? (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"No, they escaped."
"They actually escaped? That's quite strange."
Lin Feng and his companions were both shrewd, and Zhai Le wasn't naive either. They naturally anticipated that Lin Feng would spread the news after entering the country, so they had already sent people to keep an eye on him. This was a tacit agreement between the two sides. Whether the news could get out depended on their individual abilities.
Yu Hai said, "That person's martial spirit totem is special."
The pursuers, caught off guard, made a careless mistake; it was too late to mend their ways. They couldn't openly blockade the river, so they had to abandon their mission. Zhai Le, upon hearing this, didn't reprimand them: "Since that's the case, it must be fate. Let's just let it go."
"Those few Imperial Guards..."
"Disobeying the king's orders is a capital offense. Those who die are simply unlucky; the survivors will be dealt with later. If anyone comes to protest or cry, ask them if they are willing to take his place!"
Zhai Le succinctly defined the matter, without even sending anyone to hold Lin Feng accountable. Looking at those killed, they were either from insignificant families or clan officials already on Zhai Le's blacklist. Lin Feng's use of them as a warning to others was extremely thoughtful. He could vent his anger without causing trouble for Zhai Le.
So clever and shrewd, it's a pity she's not one of us.
If they are one of our own, they will surely be a pillar of support for our daughter's future.
Speaking of his daughter, Zhai Le's sharp features softened: "If Er Ya's schoolwork isn't too heavy lately, let her go to Lin Lingde's place more often. Let her learn from his temperament and temper her character."
Yu Hai clasped his hands in acceptance.
Perhaps it's because she's approaching the rebellious phase of adolescence, but Wang Tai Nu has gradually developed her own little thoughts and feelings, unwilling to confide in or share them with others. Even a few words of concern from Zhai Le would only make her angry. Yu Hai occasionally tries to offer guidance, but Wang Tai Nu refuses to communicate with him.
As a female scholar with exceptional talent, Lin Feng might be more suitable than the two of them to communicate with the Crown Princess and help her resolve her inner conflicts.
Zhai Le sighed and said with emotion, "Only when you raise a child do you realize the kindness of your parents. I don't know how my father and mother could bear to see me like this back then."
Yu Hai retorted, "Weren't you raised by the late king?"
Zhai Le: "..."
When he was just learning to speak, he was cared for by the servants in the house. As he grew a little older and could run around freely, he became attached to his cousin, Zhai Huan, following him around like a little tail all day. Zhai Le's father was frail, and his uncle, not wanting his younger brother to suffer the burden of raising a child, simply took Zhai Le in and raised him as his own son. Zhai Le lamented the hardship of raising a child and thought he should offer incense more often to pray for the early-deceased Zhai Huan.
How did Zhai Huan manage to tolerate this mischievous monkey?
Fortunately, the mischievous monkey didn't go through a rebellious adolescence.
Zhai Le said awkwardly, "Brother, you've worked hard too."
He then tried to save face for himself: "However, I am also obedient and worry-free, and I haven't caused my brother much trouble. I'm much better than Er Ya."
Yu Hai raised an eyebrow at him: "Are you sure? Should I relay the things the late king said to you back then?"
Zhai Huan herself said that raising children shortens one's lifespan.
Zhai Le: "..."
He was embarrassed and aggrieved: "Fine, I don't want to hear it."
He couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of his own memories. He remembered having memories, and he really was a very worry-free younger brother.
Zhai Le summoned the Minister of Agriculture.
The Ministry of Agriculture was in charge of the royal arable lands. These grain seeds could be planted in other places as a control group to see if they could be bred and continue to be produced. The Minister of Agriculture hadn't expected the king to summon him for such a matter. Even the best grain seeds didn't warrant such a fuss, did they? With this thought in mind, he opened the small bag. He immediately noticed something amiss and put the grain seeds away.
"May I ask, who presented these grain seeds?"
"Lin Feng, envoy of Kangguo".
Given Kangguo's past unethical practices—specifically referring to the high-yield but damaging grain seeds they sold to the Northern Desert years ago—Zhai Le naturally had to be cautious and inspect the seeds before planting. Lin Feng understood Zhai Le's request, which is why Yu Hai led people to collect seed samples, only to find Lin Feng making an example of a troublesome member of the Imperial Guard.
Zhai Le added, "Lin Lingde said that these grain seeds were cultivated and optimized using the grain seeds sent by the Ministry of Agriculture a few days ago."
The Minister of Agriculture remembers such a thing.
But when he heard that the grain seeds in his hands were cultivated from seeds sent by the Ministry of Agriculture, his eyes widened in disbelief. Although the Minister of Agriculture did not personally go to the fields, he was very knowledgeable about agricultural matters. He could tell the quality of grain seeds at a glance.
The grain seeds sent by the Ministry of Agriculture were already the best batch, but compared to this small bag in my hand, they were still far inferior.
"My dear minister, can these grain varieties be passed down for generations?"
The Minister of Agriculture did not understand why the king had this question.
Like begets like, and the best grains cultivated from superior grain varieties will naturally be of good quality; we just need to continue selecting the best of the best.
Zhai Le explained to him: "Kang has unique blockade methods, and high-quality grain varieties can only last for one or two generations. If other countries want to maintain high yields, they can only buy from Kang. This was the case in the Northern Desert back then. If the Ministry of Agriculture can break Kang's blockade... Qu will no longer be troubled by food shortages in the future, which will benefit future generations. Do you understand, my dear minister?"
Just because this batch of seeds won't damage the land doesn't mean they can consistently maintain all the excellent characteristics. It's obvious that Lin Feng wouldn't leave behind normal seeds without any tampering! Zhai Le asked Yu Hai to retrieve the seeds not only to prevent Lin Feng from doing anything underhanded with the fields, but also because he wanted to learn from him.
The Minister of Agriculture knew immediately that the matter was of great importance.
From the time the first batch of grain seeds was sent by the Ministry of Agriculture to the time I received this bag of seeds, only a few days had passed? How could the cultivation be completed in such a short time? My first reaction was skepticism, my second was ecstatic joy! If the food problem could truly be solved at its root, there would be no more famine years in the future, and countless people would survive! Most importantly, the strength of the Qu Kingdom would leap forward!
The Minister of Agriculture couldn't stay still for a moment longer.
Her heart had long since flown to Lin Feng.
Watching Si Nongqing run away, Zhai Le shook his head with a wry smile: "I just hope Lady Lin will give me some face and not make things difficult for me."
Judging from her willingness to kill even the Imperial Guards, if the Minister of Agriculture were to offend her in any way, he would likely not fare well either.
Yu Hai recalled Lin Feng's sarcastic remark: "Difficult."
As the Minister of Agriculture left the royal court, the clouds on the horizon turned orange. He bent down and climbed into the carriage. The steward asked, "Does the head of the household wish to return home? Just now, the madam sent someone to inquire when the head of the household would be returning home today."
"Not going back, but going to Jitian. Has something happened at home?"
The couple had a marriage arranged by mutual agreement, and the wife was virtuous and devoted to the family, never sending anyone to disturb him while he was on duty. Could something have happened at home?
"It is said that a nephew of the lady's maternal family has been imprisoned."
Upon hearing this, the Minister of Agriculture knew what was going on.
He said, "Order someone to tidy up the villa outside the city, and send someone to inform the family that I have been ordered by the king to be away for a while, and that they should not come to disturb me. Her nephew should also suffer a little, so that his life can be saved."
As long as you don't resort to underhanded tactics or connections, your life is safe.
If they get too arrogant, their lives might be in danger.
The Minister of Agriculture cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing solely on how Lin Feng had managed to do it. Initially, the Minister of Agriculture didn't have a good impression of Lin Feng; he even harbored some hostility. Because of a single sentence from Lin Feng, all the properly maintained imperial fields had been ransacked, and he, as the Minister of Agriculture, had no room for objection. This matter wasn't particularly serious, but it wasn't insignificant either.
It left a lingering resentment in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the manager's voice came from outside the carriage.
"Parents, we've arrived."
He snapped out of his daze and tidied his appearance slightly.
Stepping off the sedan chair, I looked up and could see the nearest field of rice paddies. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss; at second glance, everything seemed wrong; at third glance, I couldn't help but look around, wondering if the coachman had led me astray: "Did we go the wrong way?"
The person in charge was a step behind and also noticed the problem.
"Why are the ears of grain sprouting at this time of year?"
The last time he came to Jitian was half a month ago, and it didn't look like this then! The Minister of Agriculture asked him to bring a horse over, and he mounted it. He rode closer to take a better look and felt that the crops in the fields were taller and stronger than before, and their color was lush and green.
The Minister of Agriculture lifted the hem of his official robes and jumped down from the paddy field ridge.
Grab a handful of heavy ears of grain with your bare hands.
The Minister of Agriculture muttered, “In April, the grasses sprout; in May, the cicadas sing; in August, the harvest is in; in October, the leaves fall; in November, the crops ripen; in December, the fields are cleared… Not to mention that it’s impossible at this time of year… We clearly sent people to clear the fields a few days ago.”
It's impossible for it to grow to this size!
"Who are you? Who gave you permission to go to the fields? Get out of here!" A stern voice shouted from afar, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.
The Minister of Agriculture did not let go of his hand, but straightened up and looked in the direction of the newcomer. Judging from the man's height alone, he was clearly not a farmer who specialized in agricultural work; he was probably from a military background, yet his hands and feet were still covered in mud that had not yet dried. The Minister of Agriculture gave the steward a wink.
The steward immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and identified himself.
The newcomer looked suspiciously at the group of people who were acting suspiciously.
The soldier looked at them with some skepticism, but his attitude softened considerably: "I was offended earlier. May I ask what brings you here, sir?"
"I have come here on the king's orders to conduct an inspection."
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt the sheaf of wheat in his hand was slowly swelling, and it seemed to have grown a little larger. But how much time had passed? Or was it just his imagination?
Where is the messenger now?
The Minister of Agriculture, with the help of the steward, climbed onto the ridge of the field. The steward, having witnessed something horrifying, kept rubbing his eyelids with his free hand. The Minister of Agriculture also turned around suspiciously, his pupils suddenly contracting. He lost his balance and fell back into the field, crushing a group of people.
The soldiers let out sharp cries.
The Minister of Agriculture had no time to spare for anything else.
He scrambled over in the field, clutching a stalk of wheat he had flattened. The wheat, which had been a vibrant green just moments before, was now gradually losing its color, showing faint hints of yellow. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Upon closer inspection, the yellow color was a bit darker than before.
The soldiers wanted to capture him but dared not lay a hand on him directly.
Splash—
Splash—
A gentle evening breeze, carrying the scent of grass and trees, blew in from somewhere. The rice stalks, which had been standing straight up, seemed to be subjected to an irresistible downward force, drooping little by little. It was as if this evening breeze was forcefully sweeping away their vibrant green.
All that remains are thousands of golden waves of rice.
Splash—
Splash—
The evening breeze blew even stronger, filling the robes of the Minister of Agriculture.
"God, miracle...this is a miracle!" The warmth from his collar was swept away by the evening breeze, and Si Nongqing suddenly shuddered, as if only now coming to his senses. He muttered to himself, "...Are there gods and immortals in this world? If this isn't one, then who is?"
He climbed up the ridge of the field as if he were in a frenzy, using both his hands and feet.
He grabbed the soldier's wrist: "Quickly—"
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng had already brought his men over to check the situation.
"Didn't I tell you that no living person is allowed to enter the fields during the incantation's duration?" Her voice was stern and unyielding, causing the soldier to groan in despair. He was also a veteran of Kang State, having cooperated with the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Agriculture many times. He was selected this time because of his experience and considerable martial prowess, and naturally knew when Lin Feng was easy to talk to and when he was ruthless.
This one has been tested on fertile soil.
If it weren't for the fact that being fat hadn't proven to be of little use, some prisoners of war wouldn't have been sent to labor camps for life, but rather turned into spring mud to nourish the flowers. Wu Zu hurriedly clasped his hands in explanation to avoid being implicated.
The Minister of Agriculture was unaware of the terrifying nature of Lin Feng.
He only saw that the other person had a gentle and friendly appearance, and hurriedly asked, "What did you just say? During the use of Word Spirit? You mean that these, these, and these were all accelerated using Word Spirit? What kind of Word Spirit is it? Are there any restrictions on its cultivation?"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's identity, Lin Feng calmed himself down.
"It is indeed the use of incantations to accelerate ripening, but the contents of the incantations are still confidential and cannot be disclosed to outsiders. Please understand."
Lin Feng's direct refusal helped Si Nongqing calm down, making him realize that his previous words were inappropriate. Just as he was about to swallow his pride and apologize, Lin Feng said gently, "...As for the limitations on cultivation, there are indeed some. You probably won't be able to cultivate in this lifetime."
Why not?
Lin Feng said, "You are a man."
"So what if he's a man?"
Lin Feng explained, "Men are incapable of bearing children."
Minister of Agriculture: "..."
He was skeptical of the answer, suspecting that Lin Feng was just playing a trick on him: "What kind of strange restriction is there in the world?"
Lin Feng countered, "When women are unable to cultivate, do you ever wonder what strange restriction exists in the world?"
The Minister of Agriculture was choked and speechless. He cautiously asked, "Have I... offended the Queen in any way?"
"Would you like to turn around and take another look?"
How much rice did one person crush?
She was the core of the array that controlled the incantation. The fact that the other party went to the fields twice caused her some trouble, making the originally smooth incantation flow sluggish. Naturally, Lin Feng's temper was a bit stronger than usual.
The Minister of Agriculture, realizing he was in the wrong, was speechless.
Half an hour later, the rice paddies were all ripe.
With Lin Feng's permission, the Minister of Agriculture cut off a sheaf of rice and examined it closely. Without even peeling off the husks, he popped a few grains into his mouth and chewed them: "It's actually true... This is actually true... There really are immortals in this world... What were all those things before..."
Lin Feng has already sent people to harvest the crops.
The Minister of Agriculture was still muttering to himself.
He knew that the task assigned by Zhai Le was a complete failure.
Kangguo's moat in this regard is so wide that it cannot be crossed.
As Lin Feng used his Word of Power to husk the rice, preparing to cook a pot to taste the difference, he said, "I suppose you could say I've gone astray."
Words of power should not serve only the purpose of war.
From the very beginning, this path was a huge mistake.
Meanwhile, chaos was raging in Zixu's kitchen.
The woman in charge of cooking let out a terrifying scream.
The reason is that the head chef is making a fresh meat and jellyfish soup tonight.
It is said to taste very delicious.
"Putting aside the fact that this place isn't near the sea and you can't catch jellyfish in the river, even if it were a jellyfish, shouldn't the first reaction be to suspect that there's something wrong with it?" Shen Zixu Tang heard the commotion and thought the enemy had invaded their lair. He followed the others who were still working overtime and rushed over to investigate. They discovered that the jellyfish had transformed into a living person, and they almost ended up drinking a soup made of fresh human flesh...
The tank where the jellyfish were kept was full of blood.
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When I looked in the mirror, my head was covered in white hair.
Is black sesame porridge really effective?
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