The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Zhao Chen didn't want to go down with the emperor.

But he couldn't stand the emperor's nagging.

A group of people rested beside the official road, and Zhao Chen and the emperor went down to the field nearby.

It has rained these past two days and a lot of water has accumulated in the fields.

The old farmers who got up early drove their cattle across the field ridges, which were already full of mud.

At this time, it will be rainy season in two days.

We must take advantage of these days to plow the land well.

Did you see, Mr. Zhao, the common people are using the Quyuan plow you made back then, and the common people here are already using it. Old Li Tou and Zhao Chen said.

Looking at that appearance, he seemed to be even happier than Zhao Chen when he saw the people using the Quyuan plow.

My father-in-law, you came to the fields so early. Old Li Tou greeted the old farmers in front of him who were plowing the fields.

The old farmer heard someone shouting to him, glanced this way, and replied, Take advantage of the rain in the past two days to plow the land.

Old man, it's getting late. Let's take a rest. You see the cows are tired. Old Li shouted to the old farmer again.

The old farmer looked up at the sky and then at the dejected cattle in front of him. He unloaded the curved shaft plow, tied the cattle rope to a tree stump, and walked this way.

As I get older, I get tired after doing things for a while. The old farmer sat on the field ridge, ignoring the mud on the field ridge.

As for what he said about being old, he didn't know whether he was talking about the cow or himself.

Take a rest when you are tired. My father-in-law is so old, so he should take a rest. Otherwise, we should let these young people rest? Old Li Tou said, and glanced at Zhao Chen vaguely.

It sounds like it means something.

What you said is reasonable, but life will never be what you think. If the old man doesn't farm, he will starve to death next year. The old farmer looked bitter and shook his head.

Why do you say this? Didn't your Majesty ask all localities to distribute new grain seeds to every household?

As long as someone in the family works the land, they shouldn't starve to death. Li Shimin frowned.

The old farmer said he won’t farm this year

, he will starve to death in the coming year, but he felt a surprise.

That's not what the old man said. Your Majesty is a benevolent king and cares about the lives of our people, but people are always in danger.

In the past few years, the old man's family has been wiped out, and the old man is the only one left.

He is seventy years old this year, but if he does not farm for a day, the old man will starve to death.

Looking at what you are wearing, your life should not be too bad. You will definitely not be like the old man in the future. The old farmer smiled and waved his hands. The wrinkles on his face made him look older.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are always unpredictable when they will come.

A seventy-year-old man is still busy in the fields.

Like the old scalper who couldn't bear the torment of time, he could only lower his head and let the shackles on his body weigh on his back for the rest of his life.

It will get better. Old Li Tou stuffed the dry food into the old man's hand.

There were many questions that I originally wanted to ask, but now I kept them all in my stomach.

When I was going back, one of my feet slipped and I sat down in the paddy field.

Along the way, Old Li Tou became extremely silent.

After changing clothes, he kept sitting in the carriage without saying a word or showing his face. Even when eating, Li Ke would deliver it to the carriage.

Sir, what's wrong with dad? He's so depressed and covered in mud when he came back? Li Ke and Zhao Chen asked.

Li Ke clearly saw that the emperor was still smiling before he went down to the fields.

Why didn't he say a word or show his face when he came back, and even fell all over himself in the mud?

This seems strange.

It's not easy to tell you. If you want to know, just ask him yourself. Zhao Chen waved his hand.

He couldn't say that the emperor just wanted to find something from the people to make him proud.

things.

Unexpectedly, I met a seventy-year-old man who had to work in the fields.

Datang was a lot richer, but there were still many things that were not done well enough.

At least, I have never heard of anyone who is seventy years old and still leads the oxen to plow the fields.

Then I don't dare to ask. Li Ke shook his head. How dare he ask the emperor these things.

I'm afraid I won't be kicked out by the emperor.

With so many people, perhaps only Zhao Chen could ask the emperor's thoughts, while others would be slapped if they opened their mouths. .??.

Sir, why don't you go and talk to dad? It's okay to be bored all the time.

We are going to Dingzhou tomorrow. Since we are here to relax, we can't be unhappy all the time. Li Ke said to Zhao Chen.

Li Ke still cares about Lao Li Tou.

After all, he is his father. Although the emperor didn't care much about Li Ke before, but now.

The relationship between the two has become much closer.

I know, find a few people to follow me into Dingzhou City tomorrow, and the others will rest in the town outside. Zhao Chen said about the arrangements for tomorrow.

Ah, isn't everyone entering Dingzhou City? How come...

Then you have to ask your father! Zhao Chen waved his hand impatiently.

He also wanted everyone to go to Dingzhou, and finally sent Lao Li Tou to Xue Wanche to see if Lao Li Tou would have weak legs.

Of course Li Ke would not ask Old Li the reason for such arrangement, he would just inform everyone.

The emperor looked at the carriage with the door curtain closed, shook his head, and walked inside.

Zhao Chen felt that there was no one as serious and responsible as him in the world.

Wherever there is a need, just move there.

Old Li Tou, it's not like that... Zhao Chen opened the door curtain and said.

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Master, there is news from the Yamen that the emperor and his party have left Chang'an City.

I stayed in Puzhou City a few days ago, and then there was no trace of him.

I wonder if the emperor and his party are coming to Dingzhou?

A house in Dingzhou City.

The middle-aged man dressed as a butler slowly talked about his worries with the tiger-eyed man in front of him.

The tiger-eyed man was broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with a stern face. Even in early spring, his upper body was not even covered with hair.

The scars on his body are clearly visible, proving that the man is extraordinary.

The emperor is on a tour of the south of the Yangtze River. Although Dingzhou is located on the Huainan Road, it is not a must-see. What are you doing in Dingzhou? The tiger-eyed man picked up the long tree standing aside and said lightly.

The nearly 100 kilogram long iron spear was waved in the man's hand.

Tiger and tiger make wind.

Master, the emperor can only live a good life in the palace, so what are you doing here in the south of the Yangtze River?

Maybe it's just for...

Shut up! The tiger-eyed man waved his long spear, and the tip of his gleaming spear was pressed against the butler's throat.

The housekeeper made a grunt and swallowed hard, his eyes full of panic.

Master, little man...

If you talk nonsense next time, I won't give you a chance to live. The tiger-eyed man said coldly.

Yes, yes. The housekeeper nodded repeatedly, with cold sweat covering his forehead.

Just now you said that the emperor and his entourage disappeared after leaving Puzhou? The tiger-eyed man looked at the housekeeper in front of him.

Yes, the governor of Puzhou also sent people to search for it, but they couldn't find it. I don't know which direction it went. The housekeeper nodded.

He also got the news from the Dingzhou government office.

The Xue family is also a first-class family in Dingzhou City. Even if you are the governor of Dingzhou, you have to give the Xue family some face.

As the steward of the Xue Mansion, he still has these energies.

Master, I think it's better to be cautious about this matter. Be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, but you are afraid that the emperor will settle the score in the future. The housekeeper persuaded in a low voice.