The corn was about to be harvested, and the bet between Li Shui and Wang Li was remembered again.
The court meeting ended on this day, but the ministers did not leave.
A minister stood up and said: "Your Majesty, the corn harvest is about to be harvested in the near future. According to the old minister, the field method of Huai Guzi is a magical skill. Master Huai will naturally win this bet. Therefore, the old minister will replace the king in advance. Li begs for mercy and hopes that your majesty will spare his life."
A courtier next to him became furious and retorted: "You are talking nonsense, how can you call Lord Huai by his name? You should be respectfully called the Immortal."
Li Shui looked at the courtiers in confusion: "Didn't these guys yell at me a few days ago? Why have their attitudes changed so much?"
He looked at Wang Li again and saw Wang Li standing there with his face as usual.
Li Shui was even more surprised: "Wang Li...isn't he angry? This guy's city is getting deeper and deeper."
Soon, another courtier stood up and said: "The banished immortal possesses magical skills, and no matter what he does, he will succeed immediately. According to the old minister, this generation of field law should be promoted. In this way, only It is necessary to plant half of the farmland to eliminate famine forever, which is a huge achievement.”
Li Shui said modestly: "It's an exaggeration, a bit exaggerated."
Another courtier said: "It's not an exaggeration. The immortal was banished to save the common people. The old minister suggested that your majesty, canonize the banished immortal as a divine farmer."
One person retorted: "There was a Shen Nong in ancient times. How could he inherit the title of someone else if he was relegated to an immortal because of his great achievements? The old minister suggested that the relegated immortal be canonized as a farmer's saint. The saint of farmers."
Another person said: "Why not just canonize him as the God of Agriculture? Build a few more Gods of Agriculture and worship him every day, and the incense will never stop."
Ying Zheng looked at these courtiers meaningfully and said nothing.
As for Li Shui, he gradually felt that something was wrong: "Today, there are a lot of people praising me. And most of these people are from Wang Li's party."
"What's going on? Are these people impressed by my domineering aura and want to join me? Impossible. I am a low-key person and never show off. They can't feel my temperament."
"These people are making a lot of boasts. The more I think about it, the weirder it gets. They are courteous for nothing, and they are either traitors or thieves. Wait, they want to build a temple for me? Even the emperor doesn't have this kind of treatment, right? This is really trying to harm me."
While Li Shui was thinking, Wang Li suddenly stood up and said: "In life, integrity comes first. Since I have made a bet with the banished immortal, I must abide by it. If I lose, I am willing to cut off my head. With my It’s worth it to prove your identity as an immortal.”
Li Shui frowned: "Do I need you to prove my identity? Who do you think you are?"
Some courtiers nearby had already begun to boo: "General Wang Li, this is knowing that you will die, but you are willing to die. It is the true nature of a hero to value justice over life."
Another courtier said: "If General Wang Li bets with the Immortal, he will definitely lose. But...if General Wang Li wins, doesn't it mean that the Immortal is not worthy of his name?"
He mentioned this briefly, but was immediately covered up by other people's compliments.
Ying Zheng looked at it with a sneer, and said calmly: "Wang Wan, Li Si, you two are responsible for their bet. The amount of harvest from a thousand acres of fertile land will be reported truthfully. Anyone who dares to practice favoritism and malpractice will be killed."
Afterwards, Ying Zheng left the Yizheng Hall.
The courtiers praised Li Shui a few more words, and then hurried away.
Li Shui shook his head and walked out of the political hall with Li Xin.
Chunyu Yue had been waiting at the door for a while. When he saw Li Shui coming out, he quickly pulled him into a corner and said, "You don't know that your life is at stake?"
Li Shui asked in confusion: "Why is life at stake?"
Chun Yuyue said: "Today in the temple, the courtiers are clearly trying to praise you. If you fail on behalf of Tianfa, they will all turn their spears against you. Today's praise will turn into poisonous arrows piercing you. Until then At that time, the crime of neglecting the peasants, the crime of deceiving the emperor, and all kinds of old scores were all taken into account, can you still live?"
Li Shui took out the death-free gold medal from his arms.
Chunyu Yue said helplessly: "Even if you have a gold medal for immunity from death, His Majesty will definitely drive you out of the palace. You have offended so many people and lost your title and trust. Wang Li can find someone to kill you, who will kill you?" Do you care?"
Li Shui said: "But my Daitian method is victorious?"
Chunyu Yue shook his head: "How is it possible? How can he win against Wang Li when he only cultivates half of the fields?"
Li Shui patted Chun Yuyue on the shoulder: "Have you forgotten? I am a banished immortal. A banished immortal is omnipotent."
After Li Shui left, Chun Yuyue looked at Li Shui's back and shook his head repeatedly, thinking: "This person is still too young and has no heart for the city. He was flattered by the courtiers and believed it. He really thought that he was relegated. Where is the immortal?"
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The courtiers were talking a lot, but Wang remained silent, as if it had nothing to do with them. Li Shui also remained silent, seemingly not paying attention to the courtiers who were jumping up and down.
The most bizarre thing is that the palace is not convinced. Ying Zheng just told Wang Wan and Li Si that this bet must be fair and without any favoritism. Ying Zheng even personally listened to Wang Wan's plan, how to harvest, how to weigh, and how to determine victory or defeat.
Every move made by Ying Zheng was relayed to Wang Li by Ji Ming.
The Wang family gathered together and analyzed it, and came to a conclusion: the emperor attached great importance to this bet. This shows that the loser of the bet may really lose his head.
After guessing what Ying Zheng was thinking, Wang Li became even more excited. He was gearing up, carrying his sword all day long, simulating how to cut off Li Shui's head at home.
Finally, the day of harvest inevitably arrived.
The farmer holds a sickle and begins to harvest. The corn was cut in rows and placed on the field ridge, like severed human heads.
Wang Li stood in the field holding a sword in his hand, looking very excited. This thousand acres of fertile land seemed to have turned into a battlefield, and the densely packed corn seemed to be the enemy's soldiers.
It turns out that farming can also be exciting. No wonder our ancestors kept talking about it all day long, plowing and war, plowing and war. It turns out that plowing and war have something in common. The ancients were honest and did not deceive me.
By nightfall, three hundred acres of fertile farmland had been harvested. This speed is definitely not slow.
This is mainly due to the fact that Wang Li's farmers are all served by field officials, and all of them are good at farming, so they can be so efficient.
Wang Li called a farmer over and asked, "In your opinion, how much corn can be harvested this year?"
The farmer said respectfully: "The exact number can only be weighed after drying, threshing and winnowing. However, the villain has been farming for many years and has a rough idea in mind. According to the villain's rough estimate, there will be a lot of corn per acre this year. One stone and seven fights."
Wang Li asked: "Is this seven buckets of stone too much or too little?"
The farmer choked, laughed dryly, and said, "A lot, a lot."
Wang Wan, who was next to him, stroked his beard and said: "In a normal year, the best farmland can only cost one stone and five bushels. This year, there are strong winds and heavy rains. It is extremely rare for General Wang to be able to plant seven bushels of rice for one stone. ”
Wang Li was immediately overjoyed and said, "So, we will definitely win this time?"
Wang Wan smiled slightly: "Unless Huaiguzi is really an immortal. Otherwise, there is no way to save him."
Wang Li couldn't help but hold his sword again.
At this time, a Qin soldier came over in a hurry. After seeing Wang Wan, he bowed and said, "Master Li Si, I have sent a servant to report the news."
Wang Wan nodded: "Today Li Si is in charge of the corn in the Huaiguzi field. How is his harvest going?"
Qin Bing said: "In Master Huai's field, fifty farmers have harvested three hundred acres."
Wang Li was startled: "How is it possible? How can those fifty people compare to my fifty Litian officials?"
Wang Wan smiled slightly and said to Wang Li: "General Wang, don't be surprised. Only half of the sophora and millet fields are planted, so the harvest will naturally be faster."
Wang Li suddenly laughed: "I forgot about this."
Wang Wan asked the Qin soldier: "How much is the yield per mu of sophora millet? Is there a stone?"
Qin Bing was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes..."
Wang Wanqi asked: "If you only plant half of it, you can still produce one stone of grain? How much specifically?"
Qin Bing hesitated and said: "One stone... nine buckets."
Wang Li suspected that he had heard wrongly. He grabbed Qin Bing's clothes and pulled him up: "One stone kills nine buckets? How is it possible? He only planted half, so he could harvest so much? Could it be cheating?"
Qin Bing shook his head repeatedly: "Master Li Si enforces the law strictly, Master Huai never dares to cheat. The villain has been watching from the side and saw the corn in Master Huai's field. The ears of rice are huge and plump. They are bigger than those in General Tian Zhong..." It's much bigger. So it's just a grass seedling, so he takes advantage."
"What's more, during the heavy wind and rain a few days ago, very few of the seedlings in Mr. Huai's field fell. Calculating it this way, although he only planted half of the field, the surviving seedlings were not much different from the general's. "
Wang Li looked pale and took two steps back involuntarily, thinking: "It's over, it's over now. Huaiguzi, what a powerful magic."
"What can I do? What can I do? This bet is about risking one's life. With the momentum created before, the people of Li, the civil and military officials of the dynasty, and even the emperor are paying attention to all this. If we lose this time, How can you live in this world with dignity?"
"No, I can't die. How could I die in Huaiguzi's hands? I have to find a way to survive."
For a moment, Wang Li was in a state of confusion. Suddenly, he grabbed the Qin Bing and dragged him to a quiet place. He stared at him and asked in a deep voice: "You just said that they only harvested 300 acres? There are still 700 acres left." The acres have not been harvested yet?”
