Stones, fire, wind erosion, shocking waves and flowing water.
In the blink of an eye, it was spring, the day when the tax policy was fully implemented.
The prestige of the emperor and the little fat boy is extremely high among the people. Even if there is some doubt in their hearts, many people go to the county government to borrow good seeds and tools.
Shangtangding, Yangcun.
At the entrance of the village, a large group of people stood on tiptoe, waiting for someone to arrive.
Those standing in front are all people with extremely high prestige in the village.
They came here to wait for the court to distribute the seeds they borrowed. Two days ago, someone from the county government came and said that they would arrive today at the latest.
Therefore, the village elder and the people from Yang Village were waiting outside early.
"Third Master, they said it would be today at the latest, but we have been waiting here day after day. We haven't heard any news!" Some young men in the crowd were no longer willing to wait.
"This is what the little immortal said, and it's the emperor's order. It can't be false." The old man, who was respectfully called the Third Master, was leaning on a dead branch and looked straight ahead, as if he was about to turn into a poplar.
When the word "little god" was mentioned, everyone shut up.
If it weren’t for Your Majesty and the little immortal, would the people of Yang Village still have fields to farm?
The best land has long been divided up by local tyrants, whether through forced buying or selling or secretly taking it away.
They were all tenant farmers anyway.
But after the prince was born, His Majesty took great efforts to improve people's livelihood.
Due to your majesty's authority, these fields were sold back to the landlords at market prices.
Fields are the foundation of a farmer's life.
Only with land can there be roots.
The roots were returned to them by the emperor, and he didn't charge them any tax, so what else could they be dissatisfied with?
Then the anxious atmosphere slowly subsided.
The sound of wood crushing on the dirt road was heard. The village elders staggered forward a few steps and saw the ox cart coming out of the white fog.
"Sorry for the long wait~" The voice was full of lightness and vitality, like the dripping of a clear spring in the mountains.
A child more captivating than Feihong jumped down from the ox cart. His face was as white as a mirror.
It was even better than the best snow salt they saw in the city.
His mouth is small, but very rosy.
The most striking thing is his eyes, which are clear and bright, as if you can see through them at a glance.
The little fat boy said a few words to beg for mercy, but seeing that no one paid attention to him, he didn't care and took out a booklet from his arms.
Someone brought him a chair, and he stood on it, clearing his throat: "Queue up, everyone has to queue up."
How loud can a child's voice be?
Very small.
But his voice can ring in everyone's ears.
Looking at the dull and sallow faces, the little fat boy was confused. Why haven’t they lined up to get the grain seeds yet?
His father just asked him to go to the countryside today, and he has no experience!
The little fat boy looked down at his clothes, which were just coarse linen clothes. There was nothing different about them.
"Cough cough." The little guy stood at attention and coughed a few times, which woke everyone up.
Several village elders trembled and said, "Young Master..."
Before he could finish his words, Shang Ling, holding his black gauze hat, came running over: "This is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! Do not be rude."
His Majesty asked the Crown Prince to leave the palace to distribute grain and seeds, and Shang Ling followed him.
But the prince's cow suddenly behaved strangely. It raised its hoof, splashing up a cloud of mud and sand, and ran away carrying the prince.
Shang Ling was not scared, he just kept chasing after him.
It turned out to be the prince who had arrived. Everyone knelt on the ground in an instant, and the little fat boy cried out several times.
So I didn't care anymore.
"Today, I came here to distribute grain and seeds to everyone. It's still cold in spring, so I made some ginger soup for everyone."
The little fat boy pointed to the big pot next to him, but no one shifted his attention.
"I'm sure you've all heard about the tax issue. If anyone pretends to obey but secretly disobeys, you can go to the county government office and beat the drum. No one will dare to stop you. If anyone pretends to obey but secretly disobeys, I will execute them."
There was a hint of murderous intent in the tone of the little fellow with tender features.
Seeing that the people were stunned, the little fat boy didn't say anything, but just waited for them quietly.
After a while, a young man pointed at the bulging bags of grain on the ox cart and asked stupidly, "Are these all for Yangcun?"
"How dare you! In front of the Crown Prince—"
The little fat boy raised his hand to stop Shang Ling: "Of course."
He even winked at the man, very mischievously.
"They are all for Yangcun. It's an imperial edict. Everything said in the imperial edict is true!"
The villagers had just emerged from the trance of seeing the little fairy, and then fell into shock again.
There are so many seeds of grain. If we give them all to plant, what if they go bad?
Such worries and confusion kept coming to the little fat boy, but he didn't look down on them at all.
He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Don't worry, you can return this grain to the court in the third year. Don't worry about anything, even if you don't trust the court——"
The little fat boy's face flushed crimson. He closed his eyes and said the rest of the words: "Then you still don't believe me? The Immortal Prince, the Lord of Heaven's Destiny."
The wind was blowing.
The crowd was strangely quiet.
The little fat boy thought, it was all his father's fault. He insisted on asking him to leave the palace so early in the morning.
It is said to be a good opportunity to unite people and increase their lifespan.
The fat kid who kept blaming his father forgot why his face turned red when he heard that he was going to show off in front of others.
Just take on everything?
"Grain seeds are available to everyone, regardless of gender. As for the land, anyone with any objections to the distribution of unowned land can inform me. If anyone receives grain seeds and fails to return them within three years, they will face imprisonment. Please consider this carefully, fellow villagers."
The little fat boy tried his best to speak in a simple and understandable way. He kept talking, feeling the confusion in everyone's emotions gradually subsiding.
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