Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Tang was astonished. He understood various principles because he received higher education in later generations, while Tang Fuyun's intelligence broke through the limitations of the times.

Tang Fuyun picked up the design drawings and showed them to Zheng Changzhi. Rong Tang was speechless. He was a strange person who dared to hand in the paper after cheating in front of him.

What was even more surprising was that the paper was passed, Zheng Changzhi agreed to recommend Tang Fuyun to the Ministry of Works, and several people were about to stand up.

Chuncao had already packed a bag of food for Tang Fuyun, "Mr. Tang, the lady didn't stay for a meal, so bring her some game to try."

Tang Fuyun thanked him, got on his horse and left. Xuanque touched his rumbling stomach and glared at Chuncao angrily.

Chuncao snorted and turned back to the yard.

On the way, Lao Wen said, "Okay, I know you're uncomfortable. This is what I hid. Let me give it to you!"

Xuanque was conflicted, feeling a bit disgusted by the fact that Lao Wen was an old man and that he kept the oil-paper bag close to his body, carrying his body temperature.

"If you don't eat, you'll fall down."

Several figures disappeared, and the copper coins rushed out from the sorghum field and ran straight into the yard, starving him to death.

Someone called out weakly from behind, "Butler, please ask for us when the meal will be served."

The sound of the copper pipe made Tongqian's heart blossom and he hummed proudly.

He held a sorghum stalk in his hand and sat down in front of the barbecue grill, taking a bite of barbecue and sucking on the sorghum stalk. It was so delicious.

Rong Zhan chuckled, "Tong, I dare not treat you harshly. Here's some wine, take a sip, and stop chewing sorghum stalks."

Tongqian said mysteriously, "Brother Zhan, you don't understand. This stalk is sweet. Those pigs in the fields were very hungry, so they picked up the sorghum stalks to chew on. They are really crisp and sweet, but they don't suppress their hunger."

Chuncao came over and scolded him, "You greedy fellow, this is the villagers' food, it's not even ripe yet, and you've ruined it."

The copper coin shrank his head, "They gave it to me because they were very hungry. I didn't break it... The one I broke wasn't sweet."

"Just be poor. If the Eighth Master comes to scold you, I'll deduct your monthly salary to compensate him."

Chuncao ran out like a gust of wind and entered the sorghum field. Then he came back with a bundle of sorghum stalks and went to complain angrily.

After seeing off his eldest brother-in-law, Rong Tang was just about to go out to eat something when Chuncao called out in a hurry, "Young Master, look at those idiots outside. They've ruined Eighth Master's sorghum. When I was there, each of them had a stalk in hand and were happily chewing it. The ground was covered with husks."

Following her complaint, dozens of people from the sorghum field outside came out and knelt on the ground, all terrified. They were already guilty, and now they were in trouble, so they probably wouldn't be allowed to stay.

Rong Tang looked at the sorghum stalks, but they were different from the ones he saw on the roadside. The stalks were green and evenly thick from top to bottom. The nodes that were bitten open were white and rich in water, which quenched his thirst.

He frowned slightly and said, "I came to ask for water when I was thirsty. Who asked you to destroy the crops?"

A group of people pointed at a man in his thirties and said, "Prince, we don't understand. It was Boss Tian who led the way. He knew how to choose. He said that eating this kind of sweet potato can quench your thirst and satisfy your hunger. If you want to punish him, then punish him."

Boss Tian knew he couldn't escape, so he knelt and crawled forward with a bitter face, "Prince, this is all my fault. If you want to punish me, punish me. I will accept it even if I have to sell you off. Don't implicate others."

Rong Tang was staring at the sorghum stalks in a trance. He knew there was a kind of sweet sorghum whose stalks could be eaten as fruit and used to make sugar. He wondered if this was it.

He reached out and asked Chuncao to hand him a stalk. He took a bite and his expression froze. It was many times sweeter than ordinary sorghum stalks. Although it was still a little short of the sweet stalks in his imagination, it was above average.

A group of kneeling people smelled the fragrant aroma and their stomachs growled in unison. It was a spectacular sight.

Seeing that the punishment was almost over, Rong Tang said, "Give them some porridge."

Those who make mistakes don't deserve to eat dry rice.

Aunt Dahu brought out two large buckets of coarse grain porridge and knocked on the rims as if she was feeding pigs. The servants were very hungry and gathered around to get the food. In this situation, there was no need to be picky. They were just thankful that they were not starving to death.

If you don’t see Boss Tian kneeling there alone, and don’t let him eat, he’ll probably lose his life.

Boss Tian had a gloomy face, as if he was waiting to die, but he heard Rong Tang say, "Come in with me."

Boss Tian entered the house nervously, and Rong Tang told Chuncao, "Bring the food."

Chuncao brought in some grilled fish and a large bowl of rice. Rong Tang pushed the rice in front of Boss Tian and said, "Eat it."

Boss Tian was scared to death and suspected that it was his last meal after execution, but he was so hungry that he accepted it as his last meal. He immediately grabbed the rice bowl and stuffed it into his stomach. After a while, he finished it and asked for more.

After he had eaten his fill, Rong Tang asked, "How did you get to know sweet sorghum stalks?"

Boss Tian hesitated for a moment. "I used to grow sorghum, but one year I bought fake seeds. The sorghum I grew was different from other sorghum plants. It matured late and had a low yield. The harvest that year wasn't even enough to pay the rent, so I had to sell myself to pay off my debts. I knew it was sweet because I was thirsty one time and broke off a stalk to chew on. Who knew it tasted so good? But only my sorghum is sweet; my neighbors' isn't."

"Does the sorghum outside the gate look the same as the one you planted?"

Tian Laodao said: "It's like mixed seeds, mixed together, and not as sweet as the ones I planted. But it's useless. You can chew it, but it's just sweet in your mouth, not edible."

"Are there many sweet potatoes in the fields outside the door?"

Boss Tian: "Not a lot, you have to choose carefully."

Rong Tang was silent for a moment. "Would you be willing to watch over me picking sweet sorghum stalks?"

Boss Tian was shocked. If this happened, he wouldn't have to die. He said happily, "I am willing."

"Copper coins." The copper coins came over, "Master."

"Go out with him and see who has these sorghum stalks in their fields. Today, go to this village, and tomorrow, go to another village. If you find any, report it immediately."

The copper coin is so smart that it knows as soon as it hears it that this sweet sorghum stalk may be different again.

He grabbed a deer leg, ordered a pot of wine, called Boss Tian, ​​and went out.

The crowd, who were sharing the brown rice porridge like hungry dogs, watched them walk out with eager eyes.

After finishing the porridge, they pushed the leader out and kowtowed, asking, "Prince, when we came here, Steward Tao told us to dig a ditch. I wonder which direction the ditch is going?"

There were injuries of varying degrees among the group of people. Although they had received treatment in the past two days, some of them still had broken bones, so it was impossible for them to dig a ditch.

Rong Tang cursed under his breath, but he couldn't bring himself to ignore it. He said with a dark face, "Wait outside the courtyard first. Rong Zhan, go get the village chief and the Third Master."

He turned to Doctor Zhang and said, "These are a bunch of troublemakers. If you don't like any of them, take them over to practice with."

Doctor Zhang laughed and scolded, "You kid, you want me to treat their injuries, but you don't say anything nice. Well, I see a few people have broken legs, so I'll try splinting them and practice my acupuncture skills at the same time."

He went out and picked a few. Before the village chief and the third master arrived, everyone heard their extremely tragic howls, which were full of the sound of father and mother. They were so scared that the remaining ones tried hard to hold their heads high and chests out to prove that they were in good health.

Rong Dajiang and the third master discussed for two days and had already figured out how to accommodate these people, so they came to explain it to Rong Tang.

Rong Dajiang said, "There are several uninhabited courtyards in the village. It's no problem to clean them up and shelter them from the wind and rain. Fortunately, it's hot now, so we don't need quilts. As for eating, what about eating..."

He said very embarrassedly that the village could probably only get together a little coarse grain.