Yang Shuen's body was quickly disposed of by the tribe.
The purpose of taking him to the wilderness was to facilitate the disposal of the body.
After being buried on the spot, the tribesmen swept away the blood stains, and the traces of Yang Shuen's legacy in the world were completely erased.
Li Qinzai left with Zi Nu and returned to Ganjing Village.
And the news of Yang Shuen's mysterious disappearance from Chang'an City finally spread.
Insiders only saw Yang Shuen being picked up by a mysterious carriage after he came out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and there was no trace of him again.
Although Nestorianism was severely punished by the court, there were still hundreds of thousands of Nestorian believers. News of Yang Shuen's disappearance spread, and some loyal believers even reported to the government.
The government took over the case and sent a few officers to pretend to investigate. In the end, naturally, no clues were found, so the case was hastily closed under the name of "missing".
The die-hard Yang Shuen believers had no choice. Now it was the time when the imperial court was strictly investigating Nestorianism. After many days of turmoil, the believers had no choice but to let it go.
No one knew that Yang Shuen's death was planned by Li Qinzai and carried out by Zi Nu with Li Zhi's tacit approval.
When religion threatens the imperial rule, Li Zhi will not allow people like Yang Shuen to live in the world. Even if Li Qinzai does not get rid of him, Yang Shuen will die in various unbelievable accidents.
Has the emperor really lost his temper?
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Ganjingzhuang.
Li Qinzai squatted on the edge of the field, staring blankly at a few small green sprouts that quietly popped up in the field.
The growth of sweet potatoes is so gratifying that even Li Qinzai did not expect it. Obviously, the growth of this high-yielding grain exceeded Li Qinzai's expectations.
There were only a few seeds, so Li Qinzai only circled half of the land, but around this half of the land, there were densely packed guards of the Imperial Guard.
What Li Zhi said was not an exaggeration. Not even a bird could fly in.
There are indeed sharpshooters who are on guard with their bows every day. Once a bird flies over the sky, they will be shot down mercilessly.
Because the seeds have sprouted, the guards are worried that birds will fly in and peck the green buds, which will affect the yield of sweet potatoes, so they really cannot let birds appear nearby.
When Li Qinzai was squatting on the edge of the field thinking about how to take care of this new crop, another innocent bird was shot down by the guard's bow and arrow with a whoosh.
Li Qinzai was startled and turned to look at the marksman.
The marksman retracted his bow and arrow with an expressionless face, and looked to the sky with an indifferent expression, like a bird-killing maniac with no emotion, his expression was very lonely.
"Tsk, I just shot a bird, why is my expression so angry? My son is also good at shooting birds. Did he shoot a bird? Is he proud?" Li Qinzai murmured disdainfully.
From the perspective of character, Qiao'er has the demeanor of a peerless master. Every time he shoots a bird with a slingshot, he carefully hides it for fear of being confiscated by his father, and does not dare to show the slightest hint of pride on his face.
This is called low-key.
Behind Li Qinzai stood two old farmers, looking anxiously at the green sprouts sprouting from the fields.
The old farmers were recruited from other villages. The imperial court paid them salaries, and a total of ten people were recruited. They were the most experienced farmers in the Guanzhong area. Their only task was to take care of the sweet potatoes and strive to maximize the harvest.
But sweet potatoes are a brand new grain that the old farmers have never seen before. They don’t know the temperament of this new grain, and they don’t dare to mess around with it. Now they feel anxious and frightened.
"Marquis Li, this new grain, what kind of temperament does it have? Does it like drought or water, shade or sun, fertilization or no fertilization?"
Li Qinzai rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Are you still asking about its character? How about I marry it, live with it for a while, and then tell you its temper?"
The old farmer laughed, and then sighed: "The government said that we should take care of it, but the old man has never seen this thing before, so he doesn't know how to take care of it. Seeing that there are thousands of officers and soldiers here and there, just to protect it, it is obviously a valuable person. If this thing is found out, the old man will never be able to atone for his sins."
Li Qinzai said slowly: "It is said that it is precious, but it is really precious. There are only a few seeds in the Tang Dynasty and within the territory of thousands of miles. If there is any good or bad, it will be extinct."
The old farmer became more and more uneasy, and his dark face paled a bit: "It's so valuable... Now, I'd better not take this job. As expected, government money is not that easy to get."
Li Qinzai smiled: "Actually, it's not a valuable thing. You just tend to it as usual. Water when it's time to water, fertilize when it's time to fertilize, and keep a calm mind. When it bears fruit and leaves seeds, all crops will grow in the Tang Dynasty." It will be promoted and popularized, and then it won’t be expensive.”
The old farmer smiled bitterly and sighed: "Don't comfort the old man. The old man knows that it must be a very special thing. I have heard the officers and soldiers chatting in the past two days and said that its harvest is very high. How tall is it, Marquis Li County?" Can the yield per mu be 800 kilograms?"
Li Qinzai smiled and said: "A conservative estimate is that the yield per mu is more than five thousand kilograms. If it is planted in good land and taken care of carefully, it is not difficult to produce more than six thousand kilograms per mu. This thing will grow when the wind blows. It is very magical." .”
The old farmer was shocked and took a breath: "Five thousand catties? Isn't the Marquis of Li County trying to trick the old man? How can there be a grain yield of five thousand catties per mu in the world?"
Li Qinzai said seriously: "No kidding, it really exists."
The old farmer was stunned and murmured: "If it really has a yield of five thousand kilograms per mu, there will never be famine in the world..."
Then the old farmer looked at Li Qinzai with burning eyes and said, "I heard from the officers and soldiers that this new grain was obtained by Marquis Li County?"
"Yes, the process was very bumpy," Li Qinzai sighed sadly: "In order to get it, we paid the price of human life. It is planted in the soil with blood, so we have to ask the old man to handle it carefully and don't let it go. The hero’s blood was shed in vain.”
The old farmer gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, even if the old man dies, he won't dare to let it do any harm."
After a moment of silence, the old farmer suddenly knelt down towards the land with green sprouts, kowtowed heavily several times, tears welled up in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "If the yield per mu is really five thousand kilograms, the people of the world will never be able to bear it again." No more starvation, no more displacement during drought and flood years, and no more separation from wives and children.”
"Marquis Li County, you have accumulated great merits for the people of the world! You have saved millions of lives, and you should be worshiped by thousands of families."
"The old man turned around and told his neighbors in the village that if we build a shrine for you and offer a memorial tablet for longevity, you will be a great benefactor to the people of the world."
Li Qinzai smiled bitterly and said: "No need. If you don't starve, I will feel relieved and take good care of the crops. When the harvest comes in late summer, we will calculate the yield and try to save more seeds and slowly spread them to Guanzhong."
The simple old farmer was clumsy and didn't know how to express his gratitude. After kneeling down to the sweet potato, he then knelt down to Li Qinzai.
Li Qinzai hurriedly helped him up, but the old farmer insisted on continuing to worship, and the two were confused by each other in the field.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow suddenly shot out, and a bird that was just passing by without provoking anyone fell to the ground with a dead look on its face.
The marksman drew back his bow expressionlessly, looking toward the sky with a desolate and lonely look.
