In August of the following year, the day to harvest the wheat finally arrived, and Gu Yuzhi took Consort Xian to the wheat fields early in the morning.
From afar, the golden wheat fields present a delightful sight.
From the moment he stepped off the carriage, Gu Yuzhi's smile never faded.
At first, he was able to walk slowly with his hands behind his back, but after a few steps he became impatient and turned around and said, "Mother, I'm going over first. Today, Consort Chen is leading the people to harvest wheat, and I want to see it with my own eyes."
Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you truly feel the joy of the harvest.
Most importantly, he was able to paint this breathtaking scene, so that his elder brother could feel the joy of the people's harvest, and his nephew could learn what wheat was.
Gu Yuzhi became happier the more he thought about it, and ran forward as fast as he could, leaving Xie Changshi and the others far behind in no time.
Although the young prince has grown another year older, to Xie Changshi and the others, he is still the little child who needs their care. Therefore, Xie Changshi followed closely behind, saying worriedly, "Your Highness, slow down, slow down, don't rush. The wheat is growing well and it will take several days to harvest!"
Gu Yuzhi chuckled, but his steps were not slow.
He knew, of course, that there was no need to rush, but he just wanted to see it when the sun rose.
Teacher Shu said that the sun rises every day, and every day is a brand new day.
Although he will never meet Teacher Shu and Shopkeeper Wen again, the knowledge they imparted to him will forever remain in his heart.
He turned and ran even faster, eager to eat the steamed buns that Teacher Shu had mentioned.
Xie Changshi wasn't in a hurry to catch up with the man. He just smiled and watched his back before turning to look at Old Master Cheng: "Dean."
Old Master Cheng stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and smiled faintly. The smile vanished the moment he turned away: "You all, why aren't you following His Highness? How can you get anything done if you keep dawdling?"
The students, who had been taking their time, quickly caught up with the dean after he spoke.
Only after all the students had left did a smile finally appear on Mr. Cheng's face.
Today is the first day of the wheat harvest. Yesterday, Master Cheng sent someone to speak with His Highness, asking the students to participate in this bountiful harvest.
Firstly, it is to let these students who have traveled thousands of miles to study in Xinliang know that although His Highness is young, everything he has done is of great importance to the country and the people, and he deserves their respect.
Secondly, we don't want these students to develop a mind that is ignorant of basic agricultural knowledge and only focuses on academic advancement.
The main reason why Mr. Cheng was unwilling to teach before was that he couldn't stand these students who, despite their difficult family circumstances, did nothing but bury themselves in their studies.
He always believed in learning through play and balancing work and rest, so when he saw the chess room and archery range behind the academy, Mr. Cheng knew that he had come to the right place.
As they walked and talked, they soon heard Gu Yuzhi's cheerful laughter: "Look! The sun is rising!"
The golden sun had risen halfway, turning the surrounding white clouds gold. The gold in the sky and the equally golden wheat fields merged into one, creating a particularly pleasing sight.
Gu Yuzhi jumped onto the ridge with a "hey," bent down, and touched the wheat ears with his hands. They were slightly prickly, but he could feel that each grain was plump.
He simply squatted down, cupped his face in his hands, and looked at the heavy ears of wheat. The image of Teacher Shu unconsciously appeared before his eyes.
Before helping himself survive, Teacher Shu wrote down the methods for planting, harvesting, and storing wheat.
What touched him most was that Teacher Shu also wrote a lot about wheat-based foods, such as steamed buns, cold noodles, dumplings, and so on...
At the end of the letter were a few words of advice from Manager Wen. The meaning was simple: these recipes were unique, and he should use them to make a fortune and strive to become the richest man in the northern desert as soon as possible.
Gu Yuzhi puffed out his cheeks. After his elder brother's reward was deposited into the treasury last time, he was already the richest man in the Northern Desert. He really didn't care about money anymore, since it was just an external thing.
If he could, he really hoped to use this money to bring Manager Wen and Teacher Shu back.
Just as Gu Yuzhi was deep in thought, Mr. Cheng and the others finally arrived at their destination.
Since moving to Xinliang, Chen Dianyi has become the prefect of Xinliang, managing all the affairs of Xinliang. Except for necessary matters, he can make decisions without consulting Gu Yuzhi.
The bumper wheat harvest not only benefited Xinliang and the young prince, but also the entire population of Sangchao. Therefore, after arranging the personnel, Chen Dianyi carefully approached Gu Yuzhi.
"Your Highness, the people are all ready and waiting for your command."
Gu Yuzhi then stood up, turned around and looked over. All the people were holding sickles and staring intently at him.
As the first people to plant and harvest wheat, these people were incredibly proud. Looking at the heavy ears of wheat, they couldn't wait to get to the fields and harvest the wheat in a single day!
A smile slowly spread across Gu Yuzhi's small face: "Then let's begin!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Dianyi clapped his hands and called out, "Let's begin!"
At this moment, whether they were ordinary people or students who came to experience it, they all bent down and began to move.
The men harvested the wheat, while the women bundled all the ears of wheat together and placed them on donkey carts that had been waiting on the main road. Then they were taken to the specially built drying ground.
There were also people waiting on the drying ground; they were there specifically to thresh the wheat.
Teacher Shu once said that wheat seeds have a high water content, and if they are not dried, they are prone to insects and mold.
He had Xie Changshi calculate that the next two weeks would be sunny and clear, perfect for drying wheat.
The dried wheat is then sent to the mill.
Thinking about the follow-up arrangements, Gu Yuzhi quickly walked to Chen Dianyi's side and whispered, "Is everything arranged at the warehouse? And the mill too?"
Chen Dianyi nodded with a slight smile: "Your Highness, rest assured, the warehouse is guarded by guards personally sent by Zhang. As for the mill, they have already packed everything up and are just waiting for the wheat."
When the topic turned to Guard Zhang, Gu Yuzhi smiled again.
He originally wanted Guard Zhang to go to the military camp as well, but Guard Zhang refused, saying that he was the only guard left in the northern desert, so he would not leave and would serve as a constable in the yamen.
Thinking of the guards who had passed away, Gu Yuzhi lowered his eyes and wiped away his tears before looking up at the bustling wheat harvest scene.
I'm so sad, they can't see it...
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