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

As He Conglong led the caravan out of the imperial capital, a group of people also arrived at the foot of Chaoyang City.

"We're finally here." Huan Haoran looked up at the majestic city before him and silently read the three words on the car door: "Chao, Yang, Cheng."

"What a good name, the rising sun means prosperity." An old voice came from the carriage.

"Teacher, shall we enter the city now?" Huan Haoran turned around and looked at the carriage.

The carriage curtain slowly opened, and Tao Qian's face looked a little tired: "No hurry, come with me to the fields and take a look."

The disciples agreed and helped Tao Qian get off the carriage, surrounding him and walking towards the fields outside the city.

Chaoyang City in early autumn is shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.

There was a slight chill in the air, but the sunlight shining through the clouds brought a little warmth.

Autumn is the harvest season, and there is a thriving scene outside the city.

The golden bean fields swayed gently in the breeze, as if nodding in greeting.

Farmers walked through the fields, and from time to time their heartfelt laughter could be heard.

Tao Qian was wearing a plain Confucian robe, holding a bamboo stick, and walking slowly.

The disciples behind him were all in high spirits, their eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Tao Qian looked at this harmonious scene, feeling deeply moved. He turned around and said to his disciples:

"You may have noticed that most of the crops grown here are beans. Why is that?"

"Beans nourish the soil, improve soil fertility, and reduce soil erosion," Huan Haoran replied. "The fact that Fengdi has so many of these crops suggests that most of these fields are newly reclaimed."

Tao Qian nodded slightly. "Indeed, wasteland is not suitable for growing rice directly, but only for growing beans. From this perspective, this Prince Feng truly understands agriculture."

"Let's go and see how the harvest is."

Tao Qian and his disciples approached the fields, where the soil beneath their feet was soft and fertile.

He bent down and carefully checked the growth of the beans in the field.

I saw that the bean seedlings were growing strong and upright, the leaves were emerald green, the pods were full and firm, and the grains were as round as pearls.

Tao Qian gently parted a few bean sprouts, observed them carefully, and could not help but exclaim in admiration:

"It's rare to see beans growing so well here, with such plump grains."

"But..." Tao Qian looked at the ground below the bean sprouts, "The soil here is not black. Could this not be the 'black soil' mentioned in Xi Zhengxin?"

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They had all just arrived and naturally had no idea what was going on.

A young disciple said, "Sir, why don't you let me go find a farmer and ask him?"

Tao Qian nodded gently: "Be more polite and don't delay their farming."

"The disciple understands."

The young disciple walked into the field and soon came back with a strong man.

The man looked honest, but when he saw how Tao Qian and his group were dressed, a hint of vigilance flashed across his face.

"Young man, I'm new to Chaoyang City and have some questions. I hope I haven't disturbed your farming."

The man shook his head. "I'm just about to take a rest, so I won't delay you. Are you coming from Beizhen City? Or from Liaoyang City?"

Tao Qian did not answer, but smiled amiably: "I have heard that the soil outside the Great Wall is all black, but now all I see is yellow soil. I don't know why."

After hearing this, the man's eyes became even more strange. "Your Highness did tell us about black soil, but the cultivated soil is further north. Chaoyang City has always been yellow soil. If you come from the north, have you ever seen black soil?"

"I see." Tao Qian nodded in understanding. "But I wonder how much it costs to farm in Chaoyang City? Are the taxes high? Can the farmers still afford it?"

"You old man, don't you even know about this?" The man asked in confusion, "Your Highness has long said that Fengguo will be tax-free for three years and will not collect any excessive taxes or fees."

"The farming tools, livestock, and seeds needed for farming are all provided by the palace."

"Oh?" Tao Qian looked astonished. "Is that so?"

With three years of tax exemption and no additional tax increases, how would Feng State's finances function? How could the King of Feng afford to support his army?

Tao Qian suppressed his doubts and continued to ask:

"Will the high-ranking officials of the city's powerful families seize the land from you?"

The man frowned even more tightly. "What are you talking about? The land of Feng State belongs to Your Highness. We only have the right to cultivate it, and private transactions are strictly prohibited."

"Wait a minute, you don't even know these things. You are definitely not citizens of Fengguo. Where do you come from? Tell the truth!"

Tao Qian laughed and said, "How can I not be a citizen serving the country? That's it, that's it."

"No!" The man clenched his farm tools. "Let me ask you, 'May the morning sun always shine on my land,' what's the next sentence?"

Tao Qian was speechless for a moment: "This... uh."

The man straightened his back. "Don't you know? Then let me ask you again. 'Hoeing in the heat of the day, sweat dripping down to the soil,' what's the next line?"

"Ahem, it is a good poem, but..." Tao Qian couldn't answer.

The man's eyes widened in anger. "This is a poem Your Highness wrote himself to encourage farmers: hoeing the field at noon, sweat dripping onto the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the product of hard work?"

"Even six-year-olds in this city can recite this poem, yet none of you know it?! You are clearly Khitan spies!"

While Tao Qian and his disciples were stunned, the man had already run away in two steps, shouting as he ran:

"Come here! Catch the spy! Catch the spy!"

Seeing this, Huan Haoran felt something was wrong and quickly said, "Teacher, since this misunderstanding has occurred, I will go and explain it to him."

Tao Qian was just about to nod when he saw figures suddenly flashing around him one after another.

The farmers who had been busy just now put down their farm work, picked up their farm tools and gathered together.

Even the peasant women picked up their sickles and followed their husbands.

The children playing on the ridges of the fields ran as fast as they could, straight to the city gate, dancing and shouting something to the soldiers guarding the city.

"Khitan spy? How dare you!"

"Move aside! I'm going to chop off that spy's head and present it to Your Highness as a gift!"

"Don't even think about running, the city guards will be here soon!"

"Hahaha! I failed the recruitment, but killing a few spies was worth it!"

"Surround them! Surround them! Old Wang's family, get behind them and don't let the spy escape!"

Tao Qian and his disciples stared in amazement at the ferocious people.

What's going on with Fengguo?

Putting aside the fact that he was not a Khitan spy, if ordinary people encountered spies from the enemy country, shouldn't they run away as far as possible to avoid being implicated?

How could they come up like this, shoulder to shoulder, with such eagerness on their faces?

Are you farmers or soldiers?

Before Tao Qian could figure it out, the people of Feng State around him had already started to pull and try to control them.

Of course, the disciples refused and could only struggle to protect Tao Qian while loudly explaining, "You have misunderstood. We are also from Qing and have come to seek refuge with King Feng!"

Someone shouted angrily, "Bullshit! We Fengguo and Daqing are separated by Shanhaiguan. How did you get here?"

"We are from the Taoyuan Sect and have our own clearance documents issued by the Daqing authorities!"

"Are you from Qing or a spy? Once we capture you and hand you over to the law enforcement team, we'll know for sure."

In the current atmosphere, whether Tao Qian and the others are spies or not seems to be unimportant...

More and more people gathered around, and under the leadership of several young and strong men, they rushed forward, determined to capture these "Khitan spies" at all costs.

The disciples struggled hard, but two fists were no match for four hands, and more than half of them were knocked down in an instant.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the soldiers guarding the city gate arrived and prevented the chaos from developing further.

Although the people of Chaoyang are enthusiastic and tough, they still trust the Fengtian Army soldiers.

When they saw the soldiers coming, everyone stopped and let the soldiers deal with the spies.

The Taoyuan Sect disciples who were knocked down by the people stood up in disgrace, and then they saw spears flashing with cold light.

Many people talked at once and gave a general account of the situation.

"Take him away! Take him away!" The leading officer waved his hand. "Who cares who he is? We'll find out after we go to the law enforcement team."

The soldiers pressed Tao Qian and others into the city.

The disciples were filled with anger, but Tao Qian was calm and composed, feeling only a little curious.

When the old man was young, he traveled all over the place, spreading his ideas to many anti-kings, and he had seen all kinds of scenes.

Those rebel kings were all people who had their heads hanging on their belts, and they were much more brutal and cruel than the people of Feng State.

What Tao Qian cared about more was that these people supported King Feng so much that they were even willing to risk their lives to help King Feng capture the so-called "spies".

It seems that this Prince Feng is indeed different from other vassal kings.

Tao Qian had a faint smile on his face, and his curiosity about Li Che grew even stronger.