"This requires a lot of manpower. What should Zhao Lin do?" Xiong Chao asked.
"No rush. He won't be the governor for many years."
Xiong Boheng said calmly, "News came from the palace that the emperor is in poor health."
"Is he going to die?" Xiong Chao was surprised.
"It's too early to say he's dead, but it'll only be a year or two." Xiong Boheng said, "Without the emperor, Zhao Lin is just a dog, someone who can be crushed to death at any moment."
"But he has to live two more years." Xiong Chao was a little unwilling.
"You have to remember that what a person needs most is forbearance. It's only going to take one or two years, you can wait. Besides, you've hired a killer, so why are you in such a hurry?" Xiong Boheng taught him.
"Yes, Dad." Xiong Chao said unwillingly.
"The most urgent task is to deal with those desert bandits as soon as possible. Regardless of whether they are real bandits or disguised as such, we need to find them and hang their bodies on the edge of the desert where everyone entering and leaving the desert can see them. This is the fate of those who offend our Xiong family."
Xiong Boheng stood up and said, "Send more people to Dingling City. We must not interrupt the transaction."
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Time flies.
In a blink of an eye, it’s time for autumn harvest.
Harvest has begun across the country.
"Yes, that's good."
Looking at the millions of acres of golden color, Zhao Lin showed satisfaction.
Sudi stood beside Zhao Lin.
Fu Wenqi, Gong Qiubai, Su Yinghan and others, as well as Bai Shiyuan and Chi Qiaoyu, all stood behind Zhao Lin with people from the governor's offices of the two provinces.
Looking at the endless golden color, Su Yinghan suddenly burst into tears.
"What happened to Lord Su?" Chi Qiaoyu asked curiously.
Su Yinghan wiped her tears and said, "Forgive my composure, this is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life. Even though I have read a lot of books and seen famous paintings by great calligraphers and painters, I could never imagine that such a moving scene could exist in the world. If I could paint this scene, it would definitely be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, unparalleled."
Sudi's face flushed slightly.
This cousin is good in every way except that he is too utilitarian and always ready to flatter.
Many of the people brought by Fu Chengwang, Gong Qiubai, and others also showed contempt.
Chi Qiaoyu said seriously, "Great minds think alike. It turns out that Lord Su feels the same way as I do."
Chi Qiaoyu sighed, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but the moment I saw the rice fields, I was practically stunned and almost in tears. I don't know if you've experienced that kind of impact, but in that instant, my mind went blank. All I had was the rice fields before me, this golden color, like a gentle rain that cleansed my soul. I had an urge to rush into the rice fields and roll around in these golden rice ears. It would have to be the most wonderful thing in the world."
Chi Qiaoyu bowed to Zhao Lin and said, "Your Excellency the Governor is truly a god. In just one year, you've reclaimed so much fertile land."
"Yes, if you give me a few more years, no one in the world will starve to death. We must learn from you, share your worries, and work for the people."
Bai Shiyuan couldn't say the same words as Su Yinghan and Chi Qiaoyu, so he could only speak dryly.
Others also praised it.
Zhao Lin smiled and shook his head: "This is the result of a year's hard work by the 30,000 soldiers of the Qingzhou Army, not just the efforts of this governor alone."
"That's also due to your wise planning. There are troops everywhere, why is there such a spectacular rice field only here? In my opinion, it would be better not to rush to harvest. Let officials from all over the country come to visit and shock their hearts before harvesting." Su Yinghan said hurriedly.
The corners of everyone's mouth twitched slightly.
I say you are shameless, and you really are. That's enough. The Governor is not the kind of person who likes to flatter.
Sudi couldn't stand it any longer and said, "The rice is already ripe, and the weather is bad. We should wait until the officials from all over the country have finished their visit before harvesting it. If it rains, it will be bad."
Su Yinghan quickly said, "Yes, yes, it was my fault."
Zhao Lin suddenly laughed and said, "Although it's inappropriate to invite officials from all over the country to visit, Yinghan's words have reminded me of this. Yinghan, go find an artist and have him paint this scene as a birthday gift for His Majesty."
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