Chapter 251: Supervising the Country

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A loud and melodious bell first slowly spread outward with the collision of bells and pestles, and then passed through the streets and towers.

At the same time, the bells on the city tower also rang in response, and then the city gates opened and the thoroughfare opened to the market.

At this time, Luoyang City, which had been silent for most of the night, began to wake up again.

Within half a year, the flow of people from south to north poured into the capital of the Tang Dynasty again, adding a bit more popularity to Luoyang.

Nowadays, King Qin is regent of the Tang Dynasty, acting on behalf of the emperor, and is called the supervisor of the country. Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Tang Dynasty that had been prosperous for several generations, really began to recover.

The inns and official roads that extended outwards were renovated at a rapid pace. All types of buildings that were damaged or dilapidated were also funded and rebuilt.

The people in Guanzhong are also exempt from tax for one year. Whether it is newly opened fields or the acres of land owned by the people, except for the grain obtained from the official fields, all the land belongs to the people themselves.

The number of newly-attached refugees is huge, with nearly a hundred more registered villages and towns alone.

In the past six months, these new houses and villages have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain under the government's planning, and large tracts of fields have been plowed and sown again.

The golden wheat fields swayed with the breeze. The old farmer wearing a bamboo hat and bending down from time to time saw from a distance a group of well-dressed pedestrians walking slowly over the flat field ridges.

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And on the rural road in the distance, there are also a large number of followers leading horses, waiting quietly.

"Maybe he is the young master of some family..."

The old man picked up his grandson who was still playing on the field ridge and placed it at his feet. The waist-high wheat completely covered the little baby.

"Grandpa, I don't want to stay here."

The child was extremely unhappy. He pulled the old man's white trouser legs and shouted coquettishly.

The second old man ignored him, just looked at the group of people suspiciously, and slowly walked towards him.

In the distance, there are also farmers in twos and threes with their heads held high, looking towards this side.

When the group of people came closer, the old man could see clearly that although they were well-dressed, they all looked old-fashioned. Although everyone looked energetic, they all had a little humility on their faces. Young people gathered among them.

And that young man, even though he was surrounded by these well-dressed and majestic-looking middle-aged people, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Although he was also dressed simply, he was very elegant in every move he made.

The old man suddenly felt a little panicked. He was just a refugee from Hedong. After finally escaping to Guanzhong, under the arrangement of the government, he and others worked hard to open up so much wasteland that he was assigned these six acres of farmland. , are these people here to grab land?

With this in mind, he held his still noisy grandson in his arms, took a slightly wary step back, and looked at the person coming on the field ridge.

"Yang Laoqi..."

At this time, the old man heard a vaguely familiar voice calling him among the group of people, and he looked over. Seeing Muramasa at the end of the crowd, his face was red and he kept winking at him.

Yang Laoqi was still stunned when he saw the young man in simple clothes but with impressive appearance smiling warmly at him.

"Don't be nervous, old man. We are passing through this place and we have seen several hectares of wheat fields along the way, but your house is the most prosperous. But is there any good method?"

Behind the young man, there was a man in white with a majestic face and his hands behind his back. And a handsome silver-haired young man holding a folding fan.

At this moment, as the young man asked softly, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Laoqi. Yang Laoqi also felt his heart beat faster and hesitated.

"Grandpa, you hugged me so much."

At this time, the child in Yang Laoqi's arms suddenly screamed. It turned out that Yang Laoqi was too nervous and hugged the child too tightly.

The young man smiled softly and pointed at the child.

"Old man, is this your grandson? He is indeed well-behaved and smart. If he is willing to study in the future, he may become a top scholar."

The child also had two little pigtails on his head. He put his fingers in his mouth, looked at the young man curiously with his big eyes, and asked curious questions.

"What is Zhuangyuanlang? Can you eat it?"

Listening to the young child's words, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

The people behind him also laughed briskly, and looked at the child with kind eyes.

The man in white standing next to the young man also smiled indifferently, but his eyes fell on the young man.

Perhaps after the child's tossing, Yang Laoqi's nervousness had eased a lot. Now he put the child down from his arms, wiped his hands that were stained with soil, and made a slight sound.

"Actually, there is no good way. It's just a matter of spending more time and watering the sun, fertilizer, water, etc. at the right time every day... Now that the river is connected to the court, it is much more convenient to use water..."

As soon as the conversation started, Yang Laoqi's sense of restraint disappeared. He twisted the wheat with his hands and explained to everyone.

Although most of what Yang Laoqi said was in Baishui dialect, the young man just listened meticulously, smiling and squinting his eyes the whole time, and even asked questions at key points, just like an old farmer teaching his younger generation how to farm and harvest.

The young man had already stepped into the wheat field, and everyone on the ridge just stood patiently, watching the scene in the wheat field.

After chattering like this for a long time, Yang Laoqi seemed to have come back to his senses. He let out a surprise and came back to his senses.

"Hey, young master, please shut up, old man..."

His face turned red and he raised his hand apologetically, but due to his identity and the dirt on his hands, he could only keep wiping it on himself.

But then, the young man held his hands sincerely, and everyone looked stunned, looking at the grooved palms held by the young man in surprise.

"This country and country are supported by you. Without you, how can we talk about the stability of the country... It is us who thank you."

The young man's voice was not high-pitched, and even sounded like a normal person, but this made people even more shocked and frightened.

But before Yang Laoqi could react, the young man let go of his hand, turned around, and smiled broadly at the man in white behind him and everyone else.

"Everyone, farming is the foundation. The importance of this must not be taken lightly."

The man in white just chuckled and nodded slowly.

Then, everyone joined in and spoke up.

Yang Laoqi then saw the young man turn around again, then pick up his hand and pat the back of his hand gently.

"Don't worry, the imperial court will not let you down."

Everyone looked kind, and when they saw the young man patting the head of the child who was attached to Yang Laoqi's legs in a friendly manner, he said in concern.

"When you grow up, study hard and you will have everything you need to eat."

The child opened his big, ignorant eyes, and everyone smiled easily, and then slowly left surrounded by the young man.

By this time, Yang Laoqi was still confused.

Then Muramasa, who was at the bottom, was seen running over quickly, looking at Yang Laoqi's dirt-covered hands with jealousy, and then looked enviously at Yang Laoqi's grandson.

"God, your family's ancestral graves are really smoking!"

Yang Laoqi was even more confused by Muramasa's words. Looking at the group of people who had already gone away, he subconsciously asked: "What is that?"

Muramasa rubbed his hands, stared and spoke under his breath.

"That's King Qin! Supervising the country! Just have fun, you old boy!"

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