My subjects are too rebellious!

After the two men finished talking, they turned around and walked out of the restaurant at the same time. Seeing this, the servants stepped back in fear.

When they arrived outside the city gate, the moonlight was bright and the empty space became the stage for the duel between the two.

Yu Huatian took out a long sword with a slender blade, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura.

"Wei Zhongxian, let's fight it out today!" Yu Huatian shouted, his figure was as fast as lightning, and his long sword cut through the night sky, going straight for Wei Zhongxian's vital points.

Relying on his profound internal strength of 282 years, Yu Huatian performed the ghostly sword technique. His figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and each move and each style contained a heart-pounding power as the sword flashed.

As for Wei Zhongxian, he used his 270 years of strong internal strength to practice the innate boy's kung fu, and his body was as strong as copper and iron, indestructible.

His moves were steady, and every punch and kick contained the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

Faced with Yu Huatian's fierce attack, he was not afraid, but became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He used hardness to overcome softness and dissolved Yu Huatian's sword techniques one by one.

The battle between the two has gone beyond an ordinary martial arts competition, and becomes a contest between internal strength and skills.

Their figures intertwined in the moonlight, and the sword light and fist wind intertwined into an impenetrable net, which was dazzling.

However, despite the best efforts of both men, the battle reached a stalemate.

As time went on, the physical and internal strength of both of them began to be gradually consumed.

But they still gritted their teeth and persisted in this seemingly endless battle.

Yu Huatian's eyes flashed with resentment. He stared at Wei Zhongxian coldly and said in a cold tone: "Wei Zhongxian, it is a pity that we were unable to determine the winner in today's battle. But the grudge between you and me will never end because of this. When I have gathered my strength, I will definitely fight you again and make you convinced!"

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian sneered and said, "Yu Huatian, you don't need to say more. I, Wei Zhongxian, have been in the martial arts world for many years and have never been afraid of anyone. Today's battle is just the beginning. If you have the courage, I will be waiting for you at any time. But when the time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless!"

After saying that, the two of them turned around and faced each other with their backs. Their backs stretched out in the morning light, looking extremely lonely.

Who knows whether these two people have developed a mutual admiration?

Who knows.

..........

Long Shi, he never shows his true face to anyone and wears an orange-red devil mask all day long.

Under the mask are a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

In the early morning of spring, the sun shines gently on the earth, all things come back to life, and the scene is full of vitality.

In this season full of hope, an old farmer with simple clothes and a kind face, holding a bunch of mud-covered clods of various shapes tightly in his hands, ran to the field of Jinyiwei Long Shi, panting.

His face was filled with unconcealable joy and excitement, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Sir! Sir!" The old farmer's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He took a few steps at a time and came to Long Shi, who was bending over to check the growth of the crops. "Got it! Got it!"

Upon hearing this, Long Shi looked up at the old farmer. A hint of doubt flashed across his sharp eyes, and then they turned gentle.

He put down the tools in his hands, stood up, smiled and asked: "Old man, what makes you so happy? Why don't you tell me?"

The old farmer handed the bunch of earth clods to Long Shi with trembling hands, his eyes sparkling.

"Sir, look at these potatoes. They are really our treasures! I planted them according to your instructions and took good care of them. I didn't expect the harvest to be so good! I roughly estimated that one acre of land can produce at least 3,000 kilograms of potatoes!"

When Long Shi heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He never doubted what His Majesty said.

If Your Majesty says there is, then there must be!

He took the heavy bunch of potatoes, looked at them carefully, and felt the heavy harvest in his hands.

The potatoes have a smooth surface and are of different sizes, but each one is plump and round.

"That's great, old man!"

"These potatoes will be our solution to the food problem. I will report this to His Majesty immediately!"

Suddenly, Long Shi thought of something, and he quickly asked, "What about sweet potatoes? Old man, how is the yield of sweet potatoes?"

The old farmer quickly replied with a satisfied smile on his face: "Although the yield of sweet potatoes is not as amazing as potatoes, it is also very considerable. I follow the planting techniques you taught me and manage carefully, and I can harvest more than 2,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes per mu of land. These sweet potatoes not only have a high yield, but also can be stored for a long time. For us ordinary people, they are real treasures!"

"That's great, old man!" Long Shi shook the old farmer's hand again.

After receiving the good news confirmed by the old farmer, Long Shi did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately turned and walked to another sweet potato field in the field to personally check the growth and estimated yield of the sweet potatoes.

After careful observation and estimation, Long Shi confirmed that what the old farmer said was true. The sweet potato yield had indeed reached an impressive amount of more than 2,000 kilograms.

Then, Long Shi did not stay any longer. He quickly returned to his residence, packed his luggage, mounted a fast horse, and galloped towards the palace like an arrow.

The spring breeze was blowing, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and Long Shi's heart was burning with joy. He was eager to bring this good news to His Majesty as soon as possible.

After traveling all the way, Long Shi finally arrived at the palace.

He had no time to rest and went straight to the Qianqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, urgent military information!"

Long Shi deliberately used the word "military intelligence" to attract Qin Chuan's attention, because he knew that this news was as important to the entire country as a victory.

Qin Chuan looked up immediately after hearing that. Seeing that it was Long Shi, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to have guessed something.

He put down the pen in his hand and motioned Long Shi to come in.

Qin Chuan asked, "Long Shi, why are you in such a hurry?"

Long Shi took a deep breath, calmed his excitement, and then solemnly reported the news of the high yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes to Qin Chuan one by one.

He described in detail the planting process, growth conditions and estimated yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes, striving for accuracy in every detail.

After hearing this, Qin Chuan showed a long-lost smile on his face.

He stood up, walked to Long Shi, patted him on the shoulder, and praised: "Long Shi, you did a great job! The high yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes will greatly alleviate the problem of food shortage and provide a strong guarantee for the stability and development of the country."

"From now on, the people will no longer go hungry!"

Why did all dynasties in ancient times perish?

That is because of the contradiction between population and food. If the population is small, there is no productivity and combat effectiveness. If the population is large, the land cannot produce enough food.