Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

"Yes, Lord Guo!"

Zhang Huan clasped his fists and said to several of his subordinates: "Bring those old men up here!"

In an instant, several disheveled officials were escorted into the woodshed by the guards. Looking at their official uniforms, they were obviously fourth- and fifth-rank officials.

Zhang Guang was shocked to see his father appear here, and quickly stepped forward to untie the rope from his body.

"Dad, aren't you on duty at the Ministry of Industry? Why are you tied here?"

It's okay not to mention this. When Zhang Daochong was mentioned, he burst into anger and slapped his son on the face.

"You beast, you dare to molest a Turkic princess in broad daylight. Do you want to kill our Zhang family?"

After saying that, he knelt down in front of Fan Xin and begged bitterly.

"My lord, the dog has offended your old friend because of his blindness. Your Excellency does not care about the faults of the villain. Please spare his life!"

Unbeknownst to others, Zhang Daochong knew Fan Xin's strength very well. As long as he said a word, even the Minister of the Ministry of Industry would have to kneel down to apologize, let alone himself.

So he could only hope that Fan Xin could be more liberal.

Zhang Guang was stunned. He didn't expect his father to be so timid and actually beg a toothless tiger who had lost his power.

"Dad, are you confused? Grandpa is Yao Xiang's adviser. We don't need to be afraid of people named Fan."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Daochong kicked him to the ground and yelled angrily.

"Shut up, you treacherous son, don't you think you've hurt me badly enough?"

Fan Xin clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "You yourself know what kind of temper your son is, Zhang Daochong. If you don't kill him today, it will inevitably involve your Zhang family in the future."

"It's better for me to solve this hidden danger for you."

As he said this, he winked at Zhang Huan, who flashed his sword, and Zhang Guang's head flew up as everyone watched in horror.

"son!"

Seeing his son being killed by a knife, Zhang Daochong screamed and rushed forward, hugging the body and crying loudly.

"Zhang Huan, I will leave the matter here to you. I will accompany the Turkic princess to leave first."

"My lord, please go slowly. The general will take care of things here."

Fan Xin nodded and walked to Princess Yinzhu, with a smile in his eyes.

"When Zhaozhou said goodbye, I thought you would never see me again."

Looking at the man in front of her, Princess Yinzhu had a complicated expression.

If it hadn't been for this man, the Ashina family would not have been wiped out.

His father Khan would not become a prisoner of the Tang Dynasty.

But if he doesn't come, what will happen to the child?

a long time.

Princess Yinzhu said quietly.

"Originally, I planned not to see you for the rest of my life, but for the sake of my child's future, I have no choice but to come here shamelessly."

Although his tone was calm, Fan Xin still heard a hint of bitterness in it.

Just imagine, a Turkic woman led her child all the way to Datang. She must have suffered a lot along the way.

Thinking of this, Fan Xinxin felt more and more guilty. He gently picked up the mother and son and got into the carriage to go to Wolong Villa in the southern suburbs.

Currently trapped by his identity as the consort, he has not yet figured out how to tell Princess Taiping.

Knowing that it was Duke Yan's motorcade, the people waved to the two people in the carriage, to which Fan Xin responded with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to be so loved by the people."

Seeing both sides of the street crowded with Luoyang people, Princess Yinzhu's beautiful eyes were full of surprise. This was the first time she had seen such an official.

"It's nothing, they are all the people I helped when I was the young minister of Dali Temple."

While talking, the motorcade arrived at Wolong Villa. At this time, the middle door was wide open and servants were lined up on both sides.

Seeing the carriage stop slowly, Feng's mother came to the car with a smile on her face and helped Fan Xin lift the curtain.

"Master, you are back. Hey, is this your old friend?" After saying hello to Fan Xin, Feng's mother's attention immediately shifted to Princess Yinzhu.

Fan Xin said to Princess Yinzhu with a smile.

"This is Feng's mother. She will take care of you mother and son from now on."

Hearing this, Princess Yinzhu smiled kindly at Feng's mother.

After the two parties finished meeting, Fan Xin looked at the door, a little surprised, and asked.

"Feng Ma, where are the servants in the villa? Didn't I tell you that they all come to see you? Why don't you see them?"

Feng's mother scratched her head and said with a confused look.

"I don't know what happened. These servants were here just now, but suddenly they said they felt unwell and went back to the house to rest."

Princess Yinzhu's beautiful eyes flashed, and she interrupted with a smile: "Forget it, since you're not feeling well, there's no need to come over."

After briefly familiarizing themselves with the environment of Wolong Villa, the two came to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Princess Yinzhu couldn't wait to take off her dress and threw herself into Fan Xin's arms.

Said hungrily.

"Fan Lang, conquer me..."

Luoyang, suburbs.

On the wide road, there was an endless stream of caravans, and two old men were sitting on one of the simple carriages.

"Tsk, tsk, it's really eye-opening." Looking at the endless golden grain fields on both sides of the road, Yao Chong felt as if he had drank from a sweet spring.

He has been an official for decades and has served in countless places. However, this is the first time he has seen such a vibrant scene in Luoyang.

The counselor on the side was also quite emotional.

“Ten years ago, when the Yellow River flooded, Yizi still had to eat and the people were deprived of their livelihood. I don’t know how many victims starved to death on the roadside.”

"Look now, there is a constant stream of caravans passing by on the flat road, and even the farmers working in the grain fields are so fat. I can't imagine it's the same place."

Yao Chong nodded in agreement, rolled his eyes, stopped the carriage, took the counselor to the grain field beside the road, picked a grain of grain himself and observed it.

This is a kind of grain that is different from Jiangnan. The grains are large and plump, and the weight alone is 30% higher than that of other regions.

He really couldn't imagine how the farmers did it.

The farmers had been paying attention to this old guy for a long time, and found him squatting on the ground, weighing the grain, and walked closer with his lips curled up.

"Mr., are you from other places? This is Xiaoxin No. 1 grown by my family."

Old Yao Chong blushed, smiled at the old farmer and cupped his hands.

"Old man, I see that your grain fields are having a good harvest. You should be able to harvest a lot of grain this year, right?"

When talking about his own food, the old farmer puffed up his chest proudly.

"It's not too much. The yield per mu is estimated to be about one thousand catties."

"What are you talking about? The yield per mu is one thousand catties!"

Yao Chong took a breath and looked at the old farmer in disbelief. The best grain field in the north was only four hundred kilograms.

He never dreamed that the yield per mu could reach 1,000 kilograms in the suburbs of Luoyang. This was incredible.

The old farmer looked unhappy and murmured to himself whether the old gentleman was sick. A thousand catties per mu was nothing, when the blacksmith's house next door still had thirteen hundred catties.

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Yao Chong coughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, old man. I've lived in the city for too long and I've never seen so many crops."

"May I ask how you did it?"