In the next few days, Liu Deng finally enjoyed rare peace.
The three old men reluctantly asked Liu Deng to take them to the book printing workshop. After seeing the process of the book printing workshop, the three old men suddenly became interested and insisted on watching the craftsmen typesetting in person.
It doesn't matter to Liu Deng, after all, as long as these old men don't cause trouble for him, he will be thankful.
However, considering that the youngest of the three old men was already 97, Liu Deng deliberately selected a dozen clever little eunuchs to come over.
After all, if anything happens to any one of these three old men in the end, he will have to go around in pain...
On the third day of April, it is appropriate to break ground and offer sacrifices.
The weather was just getting bright, and Liu Deng had already gotten up. The sweet potatoes in the greenhouse were already fully ripe, and today was the day to harvest.
Liu Deng didn't plan to make this matter public, so he just made an appointment with Zhang Tu today. He should also have called Chen Qi, but because Chen Qi's injury was too serious, he could only let him go for the time being. He is recuperating at home.
"Is the Grand Tutor here?"
After having a simple breakfast, Liu Deng stretched and asked.
"Back to your Majesty, the Grand Tutor just sent word that he went directly to the river bend first!"
Seeing Liu Deng ask, Du Ziteng hurriedly replied.
"Why is this old man so much more anxious than me? Let's go, it's time for us to set off!"
The weather is good today. It rained a little last night, and now there is still a touch of moisture in the air.
Liu Deng led a team of guards, rode out of the city, and headed straight for the river bend.
"Your Majesty, I have received some bad news here. Can you please..."
As soon as they met, Zhang Tu directly lowered his voice and spoke to Liu Deng.
"Don't worry, Taifu. You can talk about the next thing after we see the output!"
Zhang Tu has already received the message, how could Liu Deng not receive it?
Last night, Liu Deng had received the news that Mrs. Shen actually started a hunger strike in the palace.
Although the specific reason is not known until now because it involves the palace, Liu Deng believes that there are only two reasons, either because of the matter in the Hutou River Valley, or because of Mrs. Shen's desire to adopt a son.
Moreover, judging by the elimination method, among the two matters, Mrs. Shen would definitely not adopt such decisive measures in the matter of adopting her son.
After all, she had been working hard in the palace for so many years. She should know very well what things could and could not make her angry with the emperor.
Adoptive heirs are not something that the emperor alone has the final say about. After all, the royal bloodline cannot be confused.
If Zongzheng Temple doesn't nod, even the emperor's words will be useless.
Then only the land in the river bend is left!
Liu Deng could think of it, and Zhang Tu could of course think of it, so Liu Deng wasn't surprised when Zhang Tu said these words.
However, Liu Deng didn't take this matter to heart at all. After all, it was their people who beat up the court officials first!
In a short period of time, it will be difficult for Liu Deng to find such a suitable piece of land, so this time he is going to be tough to the end!
"Your Majesty, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. This pillow style is the most powerful weapon in history..."
Zhang Tu was still a little worried. After all, although the country of Dai was not big, he really didn't care if it only had several thousand acres of land.
"Okay, Master Taifu, after we finish harvesting the grain, if you still think we should give up the land in the river valley, I will listen to you!"
Judging from Tu's chattering appearance, Liu Deng certainly understood that Zhang Tu was also doing it for his own good. After all, fighting Mrs. Shen over such a small matter was really not worth the gain.
"Does your Majesty really mean what he says?"
Seeing Liu Deng finally let go, Zhang Tu was overjoyed.
"Of course, seriously! Let's get started!"
Liu Deng gave an order, and more than thirty guards began to harvest. After all, this was the first harvest. In order not to damage the grown sweet potatoes, all the tools they used when digging this time were wooden. .
These people were originally Liu Deng's bodyguards. Since taking this job, they have not been home for several months, and they have been guarding these things here day and night.
Seeing that months of hard work is finally coming to fruition, everyone feels a fire in their hearts!
"I didn't expect that such a small vine could bear such a big fruit. I just don't know how it tastes?"
Seeing a guard beside him, after carefully digging away the soil, a fruit that was as big as an adult's palm was revealed after just a few digs. Zhang Tu couldn't help but admired it.
"How does it taste? Master Taifu can give it a try later. After all, this is food for people. Not only does it have to be very hungry, but it also has to taste good!"
"Your Majesty is right, but even if the taste is slightly worse, as long as its yield can be as high as that of corn, I will be satisfied!"
As soon as he talked about the new food, Zhang Tu immediately became happy, and even his depression was forgotten. After all, at his age, he had already seen clearly the battles in the court. .
The older I get, the less I want to get involved in these trivial matters, if it weren't for the fact that Liu Deng was still young.
At this time, he really wanted to resign and go back home to farm. After a few years of quiet life, it can be considered as a way of recuperating...
"Master Taifu, the yield of corn per acre is only thirteen stones. Are you satisfied with this?"
Liu Deng asked with a smile.
"A dozen stones is still less?"
While Zhang Tu was talking, he suddenly saw that the guard in front of him was holding a sweet potato the size of a baby's head and was having a silly laugh.
"Get away!"
Zhang Tu's whole body was suddenly like a hungry tiger, and he kicked the guard aside. The guard who was standing at Shale's stall was unprepared. He was kicked out by Zhang Tu and rolled away. Ground gourd.
When he was about to lose his temper, he looked up and suddenly saw Zhang Tu's dark old face, and he immediately swallowed back the curse words that were already on his lips.
"This, I'm afraid it must weigh seven or eight pounds!"
After Zhang Tu played with the huge sweet potato for a while, he suddenly discovered that there was still half a root in the soil. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he started digging directly.
The soil in the greenhouse was already soft, and after a few pulls, several huge sweet potatoes appeared in front of him.
"Oh my God! You finally opened your eyes!"
