Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 198

Zhao Dezhao knew very well that the Southern Han Dynasty was destroyed, and southern Xinjiang was peaceful.

The situation in the Song Dynasty seemed to be much more relaxed, but some time ago, Zhao Kuangyin's sudden fainting caused a shocking change that had brought great changes to Li Guolai's always stable court.

Originally, the number of ministers in the middle position was the largest, but this has now changed.

It should be said that most courtiers have already started to stand in line, and the neutral ones have become a minority.

As for who has more fans, Zhao Guangyi or himself, Zhao Dezhao has not done research yet.

But this is not important, even if he is behind now, he is still successful.

Zhao Dezhao a year ago has developed into Zhao Dezhao now, and he is already so successful that he is smoking hot.

According to this trend, he is naturally closer to the crown prince.

But Zhao Guangyi can't underestimate it, after all, there is nothing that cannot be given up in the battle for power.

The current King Jin, at least still abides by the rules, without the shackles of the rules, who knows how bad he can be.

At the beginning of the month, Zhao Dezhao inspected the rice fields.

"Your Highness! The green seedlings have already formed ears, this Zhancheng rice is really a treasure!" Shi Yuanliang couldn't help admiring.

"Although the growth is good, I don't know how the rice is. After all, the sky is far away from the north and the south. The story of the orange in the south and the trifoliate in the north must be guarded against." Wang Zixing was still a little worried.

Zhao Dezhao has a plan in mind. Although he has not tried it in this life, he knew the result in the previous life.

"This is a gift from God! It won't be bad." Zhao Dezhao, who was full of confidence, could only explain it with strange power and confusion.

Now his mind is not only on food production.

In Henan, where the capital is located, and in Hebei, where the capital is located, the Xiongnu are already ready to move. During the Song Dynasty, there was nothing more than the rise of the North and South, Liao, Jin, and Yuan successively.It never stopped.

The current peaceful scene is only temporary, Da Song, it's time to work hard!

If you want to change the image of the "weak Song Dynasty", now is the time to step up preparations and accumulate strength.

"Find the ones that are growing best and are the greenest, and pick off some tassels. I'll take them to the palace to show them to my father and the ministers." Zhao Dezhao ordered.

At the same time, in the Guanjia Hall of the Imperial Palace, Zhao Kuangyin led a group of ministers to visit the farmland he planted in spring.

After the founding of the country, in order to show his diligence and love for the people and his emphasis on farming, he set up the Hall of Viewing Grain and the Palace of Sericulture in the imperial palace.

He also set a rule that in the Guanjia Hall in the Houyuan, the emperor would plant rice in front of the hall every year and harvest it after autumn.

As the mother of a country, the queen holds a silkworm kissing ceremony in the Sericulture Palace every spring and completes the whole silkworm raising process.

The purpose is to remind all the ministers not to forget the importance of agriculture when they enter the city and become officials.

But now, Zhao Kuangyin brought all the ministers to visit here because he had already made an appointment with Zhao Dezhao, and Zhao Dezhao would bring Jiesui into the palace later, and then pretended to meet all the ministers. Gain popularity and increase prestige.

The ministers also knew it well, but they never got tired of seeing each other without telling the truth.

Sure enough, Zhao Dezhao brought the harvested seedlings into the palace to see him.

Pass the tassels from the seedlings to everyone.

"It's really so fast to produce tassels!"

"Be good! If this rice seed is available, the people of Song Dynasty will never be short of food."

"In this way, King Qi deserves the greatest credit! He is my father and mother of Song Wanmin!"

Regardless of the King of Qi faction or the neutral faction, everyone kept praising him.

Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Dezhao acted as if nothing had happened on the surface, but they were all happy in their hearts.

However, if there is praise, there will be criticism.

Censor Zhongcheng Tang Jixian sneered, "Champa is thousands of miles away, and the climate is completely different. Even if the rice from Champa can be planted here, it's hard to say whether the resulting grain can be eaten. Don't you hear about 'Southern Orange and Northern Trifoliate'?" The story! I don’t like it very much.”

Zhao Kuangyin's face was immediately covered with two black lines, but he forcibly held back and did not attack.

Zhao Dezhao laughed, "Why don't I make a bet with Mr. Tang that the rice will be harvested in ten days. I'm at the rice field, and I'm picking and pounding it now. Bring it here and cook a pot of tender rice porridge. If you can’t eat it, I beg your guilt and lower your title, if you can eat it, Mr. Tang will imitate a dog barking three times on the spot to make everyone laugh, how about it?”

The stakes are high enough!

Lost his own nobility!Win the opponent to learn from the dog!
They're all ruthless, but fair enough.

It's a pity that Tang Ji thought about it first, but he didn't dare to accept the move.

He is still not stupid, Zhao Dezhao is so sure, he himself is completely out of line.

Even if Zhao Dezhao loses, as long as the emperor wants to, he can be promoted to the title at any time.

And if he lost, he would learn how to bark like a dog in public, and his reputation would be ruined for the rest of his life.

So he turned and walked away, pretending he didn't hear.

Ma Zhi sneered. Although he didn't speak sarcastically, his face was full of ridicule and he couldn't hide it.

King Qi vs. King Jin!King Qi won another round.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and three to five hundred acres of the five thousand acres of Champa rice fields had matured.

The rest should be within three to five days.

Pan Mei was the first to send back the few bags of seeds and planted them on four or five acres of land. Now they are ripening the fastest.

When Zhao Dezhao went to court on the day of the meeting, he announced that a rice-flavored banquet would be set up in the Guanjia Hall, and his father and ministers would be invited to taste the tender rice porridge cooked from the newly harvested rice.

Zhao Kuangyin immediately agreed.

The emperor said to go, no one else would dare not go.

On the second day, Zhao Dezhao ordered people to tidy up the spacious area of ​​Guanjia Hall, and placed several rows of small wooden pier to make chairs.

Someone harvested dozens of catties of the freshest and most mature new rice, brought it over and pounded it into rice grains, and put it into a large pot to boil.

Jin Wang Zhao Guangyi was the leader, and he knew that he had lost half of the battle just by looking at his posture.

Because the grains of the eared rice are full and full of sincerity, it is not worse than the original rice. Now it depends on whether it can be eaten after cooking.

If the cooked rice grains are broken, and even the taste cannot enter the throat, then Zhao Dezhao is deceiving the king, wasting money, food, labor and time.

For this kind of big right and wrong that could help the people of the Song Dynasty completely escape famine, there were still quite a few people who secretly hoped that Zhao Dezhao would lose.

When the new rice is half cooked, the answer has already been revealed.The fragrance of the tender rice soon dissipated, and everyone present could smell it.

Zhao Guangyi sighed secretly, feeling very hopeless in his heart.

In the competition for the crown prince position, this kid Zhao Dezhao has completely thrown himself away with this great achievement.

Tang Jixian also heaved a sigh of relief secretly, he really had the foresight.

If he had agreed to bet with Zhao Dezhao that day, he would probably be lying on the ground and barking like a dog by now.

Looking around at the crowd, Zhao Kuangyin was very pleased, and said proudly, "My son, this bowl of tender rice porridge, I think it must be good. I will drink the first bowl of new rice for the New Year!"

This is not the court, a sentence of my son, competing to show the father's kindness and son's filial piety.

All the ministers bowed together, Zhao Dezhao smiled and took off the pot, made a bowl of tender rice porridge himself, and fanned it constantly with a fan to make the porridge cool faster.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed in the rice field under his feet, and a person rushed out suddenly.

(End of this chapter)