The best county magistrate

Tiangong looked at Yang Xuanchen with a surprised expression.

This bitch wants to forge weapons and armor?

Don't you want to rebel?

However, Yang Xuanchen shocked him too much today, and Tiangong was not sure of his inner thoughts.

After looking at it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean, Mr. Yang?"

Yang Xuanchen smiled secretly in his heart, the meat show is coming, it depends on whether you will take the bait or not.

First he sighed, and then said in a helpless tone: "Miaomiao's enemies are my enemies."

"It's a pity that that guy is in a high position. After so many years, his power must be complicated."

"If we don't have enough strength, we will undoubtedly be using the mantis as a chariot and hitting the rock with an egg."

When Tiangong heard this, his tiger eyes flashed fiercely, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That bitch, I will never forget his ugly face!"

Glancing at Tiangong beside him, Yang Xuanchen had a smile on his lips.

With a common enemy, this matter will be much easier to handle. It seems that another general will join the team soon.

However, it is still not possible to act too hastily at the moment. Since he can become a heavenly craftsman and possesses heavenly abilities, this person must not be an ordinary person.

Whether it is the exchange of interests or the binding of favors, it must be used.

Of course, it is inevitable to throw out what the blacksmith cares about most.

Yang Xuanchen smiled and spoke slowly.

"There is no urgency about weapons. Our top priority is steel. How to refine steel is the top priority."

"I heard from Aunt Hu that Tiangong had forged a magic weapon before, and it was easy to cut gold and jade..."

Tiangong nodded and said proudly: "Yes, that sword is made entirely of iron. Its material is the best in the world. Coupled with the special skills of the sect..."

"The steel I'm talking about may be better than this iron essence..." Yang Xuanchen paused here.

"What? This is impossible!" Tiangong exclaimed, denying his statement.

Apart from meteorite, iron essence is the hardest thing in the world. There is no way anything harder than it exists.

Tiangong walked back and forth a few steps and stared at Yang Xuanchen a few more times.

He then thought that the young man in front of him who was performing miracles one after another might really know that there is something harder than iron essence.

That's what he calls steel!

"It's hard to say whether it's strong or not right now. Why don't we study it together? If we can practice steel, we can compare it then."

"Tiangong doesn't have the ambition to make progress, right?"

Yang Xuanchen was like a brothel oiran, swaying Tiangong's heart to no end.

A craftsman, especially a craftsman like Tiangong, has persistence and pride that accompanies him throughout his life.

He will not allow anyone to look down upon him!

Before coming to Qingshui County, Tie Jing was the hardest thing in Tiangong's knowledge.

Now, I learned from Yang Xuanchen that there is another thing called steel, which is even harder than iron.

In addition, there are countless iron ores here, and the working environment is so pleasant. If you can refine the so-called steel, wouldn't you be the best in the world?

He wanted to agree immediately, but just as he was about to speak, Tiangong closed his mouth again.

Although this kid is a talented person who can create so many magical things, and he has endless ways to win over people's hearts, he must not fall into his trap.

Let’s take another look and talk about it later.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Xuanchen could only touch his nose in embarrassment, "It's getting late, why don't we go back first and prepare some wine."

Tiangong nodded, and then everyone crossed the river and returned to the county town.

As the sun sets in the west, the red clouds on the horizon shine on the rice fields, and the golden ears of rice sparkle in the sunlight.

On the roadside in the field, Jiang Chengshi was looking forward to it.

When the carriage came closer, he quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "The common people pay homage to the master!"

Yang Xuanchen got off the carriage and hurriedly helped Jiang Chengshi who was on the ground, "How many times have I told you that I don't want this or this, why don't you listen?"

Jiang Chengshi had just come out of the field, and his body and feet were covered in mud. Yang Xuanchen's help inevitably got some mud on his hands.

He sneered and said, "My lord, please forgive me, but the common people have soiled your hands."

"What are you talking about? Let's talk about it next time. I will punish you by planting more acres of land." Yang Xuanchen laughed after saying this.

The conversation between the two did not hide from others, and was all heard by Tiangong.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he was just a mud-legged person, did he need to be treated like this?

Could it be acting?

With the mentality of watching a good show, Tiangong also got out of the car.

"Uncle, if I remember correctly, you are Jiang Chengshi, right?"

"What do you want from me?"

After Yang Xuanchen asked, Jiang Chengshi immediately replied: "Master, you have the lost son you are looking for!"

"where?"

Jiang Chengshi pointed to the distance and said: "Tian Yang found it, he is guarding it!"

I looked in the direction of his finger.

A young man who looked honest and honest was standing guard next to the rice field, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand and fanning the wind, while he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his other hand.

"How long has Jiang Tianyang been guarding the prodigal son?" Yang Xuanchen asked.

"It's been from morning to now. My mother-in-law went to the county office to report in the afternoon. The office worker said that you were not here, so I had to let Tianyang guard..."

"Nonsense, just make a mark! Why do you have to stand guard? It's such a hot day. What will happen if something happens?" Yang Xuanchen scolded.

But in Jiang Chengshi's heart, it was sweeter than honey. Our master is really a good man.

Under the puzzled eyes of Tiangong and Jiang Chengshi, Yang Xuanchen took off his shoes and lifted up his trousers.

"Come on, take me there!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it. Master, you are so valuable, you can't do it in the field!" Jiang Chengshi exclaimed.

Yang Xuanchen shouted as he walked in the direction of Jiang Tianyang: "Jin Gui is a piece of shit. If I can't even get off the ground, why should I be Mao's parent official?"

In a short time, the two of them arrived at the rice field.

Tiangong thought for a moment, followed Yang Xuanchen's lead, took off his shoes, got off the ground, and followed.

"You see, the anthers of this rice plant are lighter in color and smaller in shape than the others, and the spikelets are not fully open."

"This strain is a male sterile strain..."

At this point, Yang Xuanchen stopped talking. He frowned and tried to remember the breeding methods of hybrid rice in his previous life.

The cultivation of hybrid rice lies in the selection of parents and the use of male sterile strains and restorer lines.

However, restorer rice has no obvious characteristics, and I am not an expert in farming.

For a moment, Yang Xuanchen was in trouble.

The three of them looked at him in silence for a while, and finally Jiang Tianyang spoke, "Master, what is the use of this loser?"

"This year, there are many rice paddy fields shining with awns, and they will definitely be full of rice awns in autumn..."

"Is it rice with large and green anthers and wide and long leaves?" Yang Xuanchen asked.

Jiang Chengshi smiled and said: "I'm so amazing, I didn't expect that you are also a good farmer. It's exactly what you said."

I blanched it, and my luck was overwhelming.

The gleaming rice awns in Jiang Tianyang's mouth must be the restorer rice.

Now you can start testing.

"Uncle Jiang, Brother Tianyang, hurry up and call the farmers nearby. I have something to tell you!" Yang Xuanchen said excitedly.

Not long after, about twenty people came.

When they actually saw their county magistrate working barefoot in the fields like them, they all opened their mouths and were shocked.

After asking everyone to take a closer look at the lost plant, Yang Xuanchen said loudly: "Everyone listen carefully to what I say next."

"This will mean a great experiment!"

"The rice plant in front of us is called Baizi, also known as male sterile plant."

"Take some pollen from the shining awn of the flower and fertilize it on the lost child. It is possible that the lost child will bear ears..."

Then Yang Xuanchen explained the principles of hybrid rice to everyone. Most of the people present were good farmers and understood it immediately.

Although everyone had doubts about the prodigal Yusui, since the county magistrate had given the order, they did not dare to disobey him.

"Next, everyone mobilizes all the farmers to execute my order."

"Whether our fields can increase production in the future depends entirely on your current efforts."

When the farmers heard that they could increase their yields by relying on their lost sons, they all looked excited.

After asking for some more details, they dispersed.

Tiangong didn't know much about farming, but seeing Yang Xuanchen mingling with the farmers and laughing and joking, he couldn't help but think highly of him.

When he was an official, he went to the fields to study rice with Nijiuzi. He was not too dirty, not too tired, and not too tired of the sun.

This was the only time in his life that an official was so close to farmers.

This thing doesn’t look like acting!

Thinking of this, Tiangong's eyes slowly softened when he looked at Yang Xuanchen.