Mozhou, Royal Farm.
Fu Xiaoguan brought Wu Tianci away from the capital Chang'an and came here.
The rice in the fields is already golden.
Accompanying them were 3,000 garrison troops led by Huo Huaijin himself, as well as Zhuo Yixing, Yan Beixi, and several elders including Qin Bingzhong and Wen Xingzhou.
It was the first time that Wu Tianci left Kyoto and came to this vast land. He was excited. He saw a bigger world and things that he had never seen in the palace.
"Food is the most important thing for the people. Just like Dad told you, having enough food and warm clothes is the first and most important thing for the people!"
"Only after all the people have solved the problem of food and clothing can we discuss other things and seek development."
Fu Xiaoguan pointed to the endless golden rice fields and said, "Look, these are the result of the farmers' meticulous care. From seedling cultivation in March to harvest in September, a full six months, these are their hopes."
"So I hope you can remember that every grain of rice is hard-earned!"
"Yeah!" Wu Tianci nodded and turned to look at his father: "Can I go to the rice fields and take a good look?"
Fu Xiaoguan rubbed Wu Tianci's head and said, "Go ahead."
Wu Tianci ran away happily, like a bird out of a cage. Liu Jin was startled and quickly followed him: "Young Master, Young Master, please slow down!"
Wang Qiang was smoking a pipe and watching with a smile on his face.
"Master, I don't even know how many generations of Fu's seeds these are. This year is another good year, and it's another year of bumper harvest!"
"Okay, let's go and take a look at the fields with the young master."
A group of people strolled on the ridge of the field. The faint fragrance of rice wafted in the breeze under the setting sun. Farmers in the fields had already started harvesting, and many children were playing in the fields.
Wang Qiang followed Fu Xiaoguan, and in a trance he seemed to have returned to several years ago!
At that time, I was still in Xishan.
At that time, there was a village called Wangjia Village in Xishan.
One day, a young master came to Xishan Villa.
No one knew when it was, but the young master brewed wine in his workshop in Xishan and also cultivated Fu Yida.
The fine wine called Xishan Tianchun is now circulated throughout Daxia, and after so many years of reproduction, Fu Yidai's seeds have been planted all over Daxia.
Its output shocked the world. It and the sweet potatoes produced by the young master later not only solved the food problem of Daxia, but were also exported to other countries.
With sweet potatoes, farmers began to raise pigs.
Since then, pork has become a common meal on the tables of ordinary people, and rice and steamed buns have become commonplace.
I still remember that in Wangjia Village, Xishan, the whole family worked in the fields to fill their stomachs. As a result, every time when there was a shortage of food, they still had to rely on wild vegetables for survival.
At that time, the villagers all had pale faces, and their expressions were more about the heavy worries about life. There was no such daily joy as there is now.
The young master is amazing!
He walked out of Linjiang, and never thought that he would walk out into such a smooth road!
This is a blessing for Daxia! It is a blessing for the people of Daxia!
Fu Xiaoguan still feels that he is a small landlord at heart.
When he saw the golden rice, his heart was filled with joy, and when he saw the farmers sweating and chatting and laughing in the sunset, he felt very happy.
"If I hadn't left Linjiang back then, my family would have a lot more fields by now!"
Yan Beixi grinned: "Maybe it has already been confiscated by Emperor Xuan!"
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. "He is my father-in-law after all. If it weren't for what happened later, he probably wouldn't do anything to me after I retired from the army."
Yan Beixi didn't answer, but said, "Didn't you once tell me that it's safer to control your destiny in your own hands?"
"Those things are in the past. Regardless, Daxia is now truly prosperous... In another three to five years, when the rural revitalization plan is fully realized, Daxia will truly usher in a golden age!"
"Emperor Xuan's greatest dream back then was to create the Xuande Era of Prosperity. He failed to achieve it, but you have achieved an even greater prosperity. I believe he must be happy in his grave!"
The image of Emperor Xuan appeared in Fu Xiaoguan's mind. He was filled with emotion and said slowly, "To be honest, I really have him to thank for where I am today!"
There is some profound meaning in this statement.
Back in Jinling, Fu Xiaoguan wrote an article on disaster relief strategies that caught the eye of Emperor Xuan. From then on, he stood in the court.
Then, relying on his own abilities (of course, it cannot be denied that this was because Emperor Xuan wanted to keep Fu Xiaoguan in the Yu Dynasty), he rose to prominence step by step until he became the Earl of Ding'an in the Yu Dynasty.
If it weren't for the huge avalanche at the Wu Dynasty Literary Conference, and if Emperor Xuan hadn't become suspicious of Fu Xiaoguan later, according to what Yan Beixi had thought, given Fu Xiaoguan's indifferent nature, he would most likely still have stayed in Jinling.
At worst, even if he returned to the Wu Dynasty and ascended the throne as emperor, he could coexist peacefully with the Yu Dynasty and even seek common development.
This is fate.
Wu Changfeng was willing to cause a huge avalanche to cause himself to collapse, just to get Fu Xiaoguan to return to the Wu Dynasty.
However, Emperor Xuan sent people to Huangguo to prevent Fu Xiaoguan from returning, and even threatened to kill him. This was why Fu Xiaoguan made up his mind to leave.
However, Yu Wendao not only did not reconcile with Fu Xiaoguan, but instead allied with Fan State to contain the Wu Dynasty. After a battle at Huazhong Plain, the Yu Dynasty was destroyed, and Fan State was destroyed. They became stepping stones for Daxia and never existed again.
It’s the time and the fate!
But it is also a blessing for the people!
Just as Yan Beixi was reminiscing about the past, Fu Xiaoguan took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his trouser legs.
Zhao Hou was shocked, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"
Fu Xiaoguan grinned and said, "Go to the fields and harvest the rice!"
"Master, please don't do that. I'll do it myself. My family used to be farmers, so I know how to do this!"
"You slave, you dare say you know better than me? Ask Wang Qiang and the others, you don't even know what you're doing when I'm working! Stop talking nonsense and get me a sickle!"
Zhao Hou was stunned for a moment, but saw Wang Qiang smoking a pipe and taking a sickle from his waist and handing it to the emperor.
"You don't understand the young master. The young master likes this."
Fu Xiaoguan walked towards the fields and came to the side of the farmers. "Fellow villagers, I'm here again!"
Most of the farmers here moved here from Xishan in the past. Most of them have seen this young master before and know his character.
They were happy.
"Your Majesty, you are here to supervise us!"
"Your Majesty, do you remember the rainstorm in Xishan that year? It's been so many years. Have you forgotten how to harvest rice?"
"Don't worry, Master, I will never forget. Come on, come on, let's see who's faster! I'll mow this patch!"
The fields are full of joy.
Huo Huaijin smiled. He looked at the emperor who was bending over and swinging his sickle in the field and felt that he was an unruly emperor.
It seems no different from when he was in Jinling.
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