We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

When Qiu Wen came to the backyard with her maid and tea, she saw the following scene:

Li Che took off his royal robe, changed into a linen suit, and stood on the spread black soil with his trouser legs rolled up.

All the high-ranking officials and generals under his command followed Li Che regardless of the mud, turning the ground with a smile on their faces.

Qiu Wen was briefly surprised and stopped the maid behind her: "Go, take the tea away and make some sugar water."

Tea cannot replenish physical strength, only sugar water can.

Before Qiuwen was sold to the Ten Kings' House by her parents, she had seen farmers working in the fields and knew how tiring farming was.

"Don't plant too densely. Arrange them in a triangle so that every plant can get sunlight."

Li Che gave instructions tirelessly, carefully watching every seed that was planted.

Fortunately, he had an ex-girlfriend who studied agriculture, so he knew a little about agriculture and was not intimidated by the wide variety of seeds.

Except for Wang Sanchun and Wang Laosi, brothers who had farmed before, no one else present had ever done physical work, so Li Che had to give guidance to each of them.

"Hey, don't pack the soil so tightly!" Li Che knocked Wang Chongjian on the back of his head helplessly. "Only in loose soil can air flow freely, giving the corn roots more room to grow."

"Forget it, you scholars... I'll do the planting myself."

Li Che rolled up his sleeves, ready to go on stage himself.

Wang Chongjian stepped back awkwardly.

After Li Che finished digging the pit, he hurried forward and said, "Your Highness, let me help you fill it with soil."

Li Che looked at him doubtfully, but saw that Wang Chongjian's eyes were always glancing back.

The registrar, who was holding a small notebook and taking careful notes, looked over with a serious face.

Wow, it seems that leaving a name in history was really attractive to the ancients, even if it was just a placeholder in the history books.

Li Che smiled helplessly and pointed at Wang Chongjian: "Okay, okay, you can put it on his record. Wang Chongjian helped me fill the soil."

The Dianshi refused with a serious face, "No, history should be written truthfully, with appropriate details and omissions. Even Your Highness cannot interfere."

"No, it's just an additional payment, what's so difficult about that?" Li Che was a little puzzled.

"No, I am a historian and I must have integrity. Everything I write must be true!"

"Hey, kid!" Li Che laughed angrily, "I remember your last name is Taishi, right? What's your name? Taishi, right?"

The Dianshi said sternly, "Your Highness, I am Taishi Ying."

"That's enough. You historians are like stones in a latrine—stinky and hard."

People who study history are all like this, and my ex-girlfriend is the same. She is like an old scholar when we get along on a daily basis, and she never takes anything lightly.

But Li Che really couldn't do anything to the historian. Being a historian was almost like having a golden medal of immunity from death.

Draw a knife and chop someone down? They'll laugh out loud, and it's a great opportunity to leave your name in history.

Upon hearing this, Tai Shi Ying raised his head proudly, as if he was praised by Li Che.

Yes, it’s both smelly and hard, which is simply the highest evaluation of the historian.

Then his eyes lit up and he quickly wrote down:

The king ordered the Imperial Historian, Taishi Ying, to record an official's earth filling. Ying refused to comply and argued forcefully. The king, enraged, rebuked him as a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard. Ying still refused to comply, and the king had no choice but to retreat.

Tai Shi Ying nodded with satisfaction. Well, wasn't he going to be recorded in history indirectly?

I stopped writing and looked up, only to see a dark face in front of me.

Li Che said angrily: "Is this how you write history for me? Does this make me a villain?"

Taishi Ying said righteously, "I am only recording the facts."

"Aren't you afraid that I will chop you down?"

"What do I have to fear? According to the law, you cannot even read my records!"

"Okay, okay." Li Che gritted his teeth. "I'm asking you, do you have a brother named Taishi Ci?"

Taishi Ying was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Who is Taishi Ci? No one."

"Then why are you so arrogant? I will eat you alive!"

Taishi Ying: ...

As the sun sets, the black soil in the backyard is filled and compacted. Li Che and his ministers sit tiredly in the corridor, looking at the fruits of their labor.

The maids shuttled among the crowd, serving bowls of sweet soup to everyone.

Qian Bin took the sugar water and took a big sip. The sweet taste lingered on the tip of his tongue, making him squint his eyes.

"Your Highness, we need to send someone to guard this place carefully." Qian Bin put down the bowl and advised Li Che.

Li Che replied, "Of course. I've already instructed the Royal Guards to keep a close watch on him. Anyone approaching without reason will be executed immediately."

Qian Bin finally felt relieved and sighed, "If these seeds are really as Your Highness said, with so many wonderful uses and can all be grown, then there is hope for the great prosperity of our Ninggu Commandery."

"Yes." Li Che's eyes were firm. "Even without these seeds, Ninggu Commandery will surely prosper!"

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on everyone, making them feel warm.

Drinking the sweet syrup, Qian Bin felt that it seemed more refreshing than the imperial wine in the Golden Palace.

Tai Shiying looked at the scene before him and wrote the last line in his notebook expressionlessly:

The king personally led his ministers in farming. By dusk, the ministers were exhausted, but the king was still full of energy. He said to them, "The prefecture and the state will surely prosper."

. . . . . .

Spring ploughing is an important part of Chinese traditional culture.

During the spring plowing season, people will carry out various sacrificial, blessing, and celebration activities according to traditional customs.

Even the emperor was not immune to this custom. He had to personally plow the fields before spring plowing, which was called the "plowing ceremony."

Li Che really didn't believe in sacrifices, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do. As a vassal king, he had to follow some rules.

On this day, Li Che put on royal robes for the first time and appeared before the people.

Before this, Li Che always wore armor and casual clothes when he appeared in public.

As soon as the sky was light, many people gathered in the wasteland outside the city gate.

When Li Che's royal carriage arrived, almost every household in the city sent at least one person to watch the ceremony.

In addition to Li Che's cohesiveness, it was also due to the notice issued by the Chaoyang City government a few days ago.

On the day of the Spring Ploughing Ceremony, His Highness will personally announce the county's farmland and taxation policies.

Heavy taxes are more ferocious than a tiger. For ordinary people, taxes are a huge matter.

Although Li Che had long demonstrated his magnanimity as a wise leader and won the hearts of most people, the people still couldn't help but worry whether Li Che would collect too heavy taxes.

When the king appeared in the sight of the people, cheers immediately broke out from the crowd.

The National Protection Army soldiers who were in charge of the escort were surprised to see this scene.

Among the three armies of the county and state, the Ninggu Army is the direct line, and the Chaoyang Army was differentiated from the direct line, so it can also be regarded as the direct line.

Only the National Protection Army had no close relationship with Li Che and was supported entirely by the title of Young Marshal.

Therefore, today Li Che specifically asked the National Protection Army to take charge of security work in order to narrow the distance.

Li Che lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the scene outside the window, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

Tens of thousands of people cheered, the sound was like thunder.

The scene in which people in later generations supported the People's Liberation Army could actually happen to themselves in ancient times.

The people always know who is the best person for them.

Whoever loves the people most, the people also love him most.

Thinking of this, Li Che couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

I just provide the people with food to eat and have not yet led them to live a truly good life, but I have received such support.

The king stopped beside the high platform that had been built long ago. Wang Xi, who was in charge of the ceremony, wore sacrificial robes and stood on the high platform, shouting solemnly:

"His Highness has arrived, and the Spring Festival begins!"

Li Che got off the carriage, and the enthusiasm of the people almost knocked him over.