Shipin Dalizheng

He turned around and headed towards the rice fields by the river, intending to enter the workshop.

The months of drought have made the water in the river so shallow that you can see the bottom. The fully automatic water truck lost power and stopped turning several days ago.

One of the two pedal water trucks was out of reach due to the low water level. Fortunately, Rongjia Village was the first to install a water truck, and it pumped water day and night, ensuring sufficient water for the rice fields and irrigating the sorghum fields. It seemed that the harvest would not be significantly affected.

At this time, several old men were arguing about whether to release water in the rice fields, because a piece of rice that was planted early had turned yellow and it was time to harvest.

The third master thought it was time to add water and the land could be harvested after being left to air for a day or two.

The Sixth Master thought that only part of the rice was ripe, so he decided to wait a couple of days until it turned a little yellower before adding water to harvest. The rice stalks were still green, so he could still produce some grain.

The eighth master compromised and thought that they should harvest the ripe parts first. By the time the crops on this side were harvested, the crops on the other side should be ripe too.

The few people seemed to have different opinions, but they were actually just chatting. Rong Tang did not disturb the elderly people who were grinding their teeth, but squatted in a corner of the rice field and was lost in thought.

He didn't know much about crops, and the decision on whether to harvest or not was made by the elders. At this moment, all he was thinking about was how to convince Chuncao not to travel thousands of miles with him. As he thought about it, he held his chin with his hand and stared at the rice stalks without moving his eyes.

He seemed to have seen something mentioned on the Internet called dormant buds.

It is said that rice fields with dormant buds have the opportunity to harvest a second crop of rice.

He unknowingly uttered the words "second crop of rice".

Chuncao had farmed when he was a child and knew that in the south where the climate was warm all year round, rice could be harvested twice a year, but he had never heard of it in Jiangbei, where only one crop of rice was harvested a year.

"Master, the climate here is different from that in the south. We only harvest one crop of rice a year."

Rong Tang pointed at the dormant buds on the rice stalks and said, "I read in a farming book that as long as there are dormant buds on the rice stalks, if you leave enough stalk height when harvesting the rice, a second crop of rice will soon sprout. This second crop of rice grows very quickly and can be harvested in two months at most. If we calculate from now, we can still harvest another crop before winter, but of course the yield won't be as high as the first crop."

This naturally has to do with soil fertility. Without adequate fertilizer and water, no crops will grow well. In this world without chemical fertilizers, some elderly people would pick up animal manure early in the morning, but they couldn't save much. Even if there was sorghum distiller's grains this year, they had to ferment them for next year's use.

Thinking of this, he called several masters over and told them his idea.

Several of the grandfathers had never heard of this, but since it was just a matter of harvesting the rice a day earlier and leaving the rice stubble higher, and it didn't cost much, they were willing to give it a try.

"Since we've decided to give it a try, why not notify the other villages? Those who are willing to try it can follow suit, and we won't force those who don't want to."

The proposal of the Eighth Master was unanimously approved, so the Third Master called a few villagers to notify the village heads to come to the meeting. This was also the first time that Rong Tangrong had convened a village-level executive meeting since he became the head of the seventh village.

In the afternoon, the village heads gathered in a specially designated meeting room in the old courtyard. Over tea, they discussed the idea of ​​leaving rice stubble. Like the other elders, whether they believed it or not, there was no harm in trying it once. If they could harvest, it was theirs; if they couldn't, they wouldn't lose anything. Even though each village planted rice earlier or later, they had to learn from each other.

Rong Tang knew that ordinary people could not afford to suffer losses, so while it was still early, he took them to the fields to identify dormant buds. He did not let them go until he knew every village chief and understood the height that must be left for harvesting rice. He then asked them to bring people to see how to harvest the rice early the next morning.

Zheng Changzhi's carriage had stopped by the roadside at some point, making Rong Tang's scalp tingle. He went over there, "Is the Queen Mother's Thousand Autumn Banquet coming up?"

Oh my god, he is going to dance in women's clothes, let him die.

Of course, he meant to let Zheng Changzhi die instead of himself. If he really couldn't beat Lao Wen, he would have wanted to drag this guy into the river together.

What a weird person this is, even more difficult to deal with than Zheng Jiu.

Zheng Changzhi had a complicated look in his eyes and an expressionless face. After being made to vomit by Rong Tang last time, he spent several days mentally preparing himself before he mustered up the courage to look Rong Tang in the face again.

"Lucky for you, the Queen Mother's Autumn Banquet has been cancelled."

He originally thought that the emperor would wait until after the Empress Dowager's Thousand Autumn Banquet before taking action against the Liang family. He never expected that the emperor would lose his temper when he heard about the huge corruption of six million and immediately arrested the Liang family and confiscated their property.

The whole government was shaken, and everyone was in danger. In this atmosphere, the Qianqiu Banquet, which was originally a simple event, was simply cancelled. The emperor focused on making money, or rather, trying cases.

Rong Tang breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he had also realized that if the Empress Dowager held a grand banquet for the anniversary of her birth, he, as the nephew of Concubine Rong and the prince of the Jian'an Earl's Mansion, would also receive an invitation to the banquet in the palace.

"You don't seem surprised at all. Prince Jian'an? Perhaps I should also call you the Earl of Annan."

Rong Tang's body froze on the spot.

Chuncao rushed to Rongtang and asked, "What do you want? Are you going to tell on me?"

Rong Tang closed his eyes for a moment, Chuncao...

"Want to come into the car and talk?"

Rong Tang got in the car obediently.

"When did you know that?"

"Just confirmed. As soon as you set foot in Shangjing, our Zheng family began investigating you."

Rong Tang nodded, "I heard it from Zheng Changning."

"At that time, we couldn't find out your exact origins. Later, you said you were from Southern Xinjiang. We all thought you were from a remote area near Southern Xinjiang. But since you were so extraordinary and didn't seem like someone from a common family, we only looked for the big families in the south to inquire."

"So your Zheng family has always had spies in the Southern Dynasty?"

"You can't call them spies. The descendants of the four great families are spread all over the world. They haven't lost contact just because the two emperors have divided their rule. It's just that things haven't been going smoothly. Our people have been searching for you in the south for a long time but haven't found any useful information until you looked at me and called out the name Zheng Jiu."

Rong Tang's heart skipped a beat.

"To be honest, our main purpose in the South was to find someone named Zheng Jiuan, my twin brother. When you saw me call out Zheng Jiu, it occurred to me that my brother might have changed his name. Following that name, it wasn't too easy to find Zheng Jiu, the Third-Rank Dali Temple Junior Official in the Southern Dynasty's imperial capital. I forgot to mention that his name isn't Zheng Jiu, of course. He's the ninth of our generation."

"So you are Zheng Ba?"

Zheng Changzhi coughed, a little annoyed, "Don't talk nonsense to me, this is not funny at all."

Rong Tang sighed, "You all have found Zheng Jiu, then ask his good friend Rong Tang, and of course everything will be clear."

"You're not his friend."

Zheng Changzhi said in a cold tone, "You are his friend, he will cover up your identity for you. Since he doesn't cover it up at all, he wants you dead."

Rong Tang was stunned. He once mistakenly thought that Zheng Changzhi would harm Zheng Jiu, but he had tried his best to protect him. This man...

"He was my ex...male friend, but we broke up later."

"Why break it?"

"Why are you asking so clearly? Well, there's nothing wrong with asking. He has a crush on Miss Feng Liu, but Miss Feng Liu likes me. Zheng Jiu is a man who turns love into hate. Okay!"

Zheng Changzhi's teeth were chattering. Why was he so unconvinced? Zheng Jiuan, who had the same face as him and held a high position of power, could lose to a child whose hair hadn't even completely fallen out?

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Rong Tang puffed out his chest, "A man's charm isn't determined by age or official position. Miss Feng Liu chose me over him because I'm more reliable. It's called a sense of security."

He stretched out his thin arms and tried hard to flex his biceps.