Song Yan, who was injured after harvesting rice, became Chang Lu's key protection object.

Every day the doctor came to check the healing of the wound. It can be said that he stayed close to each other. He was afraid that Song Yan would run away again in the blink of an eye.

Even Ji Zhao was criticized by Qi Ruotang and Yu Boyan for acting impulsively, disregarding His Majesty's safety, and even injured His Majesty's hand.

What are the emperor's hands used for?It is used to hold imperial pens and review memorials, not to cut rice with a knife!

Ji Zhao and Song Yan looked at each other from a distance, and finally shook their heads helplessly.

But after the injury on this hand healed, Song Yan still proposed to go outside the city to see what the rice harvesters were up to. Yu Boyan and Qi Ruotang couldn't help it, so they had no choice but to talk to Prince Wencheng, and then He drove out of the city in a carriage.

Long green hills, glistening green water, after leaving the city, you can no longer hear the hustle and bustle of the city, only the endless singing of birds and the faint fragrance of grass.

The carriage stopped at the edge of the field, and Song Yan saw that the rice that was still full before had been harvested at this moment, and the rest was the man in charge of the house plowing the field, as if preparing for the next season's grain.

Song Yan took off his outer shirt and left it on the carriage, led them over, looked at the couple who were plowing the field, and asked:

"Uncle and aunt, you have finished harvesting the rice."

The plowing couple looked back at Song Yan for a while before saying, "It's the young master who was injured last time, why is he here again?"

Song Yan scratched her head and smiled: "I see you doing such hard work on the farm, but I'm a little envious, so I won't do it again."

Song Yan glanced at the people around him, Yu Boyan and Qi Ruotang immediately understood, got off the field and walked over, determined to help the old couple plow.

The old couple walked to the edge of the field and sat with Song Yan, drinking crude tea, seeing Song Yan's smiling face, the old couple also felt kind:

"This young master has a kind face. Compared with those young masters from wealthy families, Young Master Song is extraordinarily kind."

Song Yan smiled: "Maybe it's because I like this kind of pastoral life."

Song Yan took a big sip of the crude tea poured by the old lady, it was clearly the cheapest tea in the market, but it tasted extraordinarily sweet at the moment, even better than the tribute tea in the palace.

Song Yan sat by the field and chatted with the old couple about their daily life, such as whether the tax is heavy, whether the county magistrate in this city is fair and honest, in short, the couple also know everything and talk very well.

However, there were discordant voices in the field from time to time. Song Yan cast his gaze to see Qi Ruotang and Yu Boyan plowing the field together. Halfway through, the ox would not go away, so he just stood there, letting Yu Boyan pull the ox rope, The cow just won't go.

"Hahahaha, our cow also has a temper." The old man laughed.

However, the bull was still laughing at the stubborn temper of the cow, and a group of evil slaves came from the other side: "Talking about you, this field has been requisitioned by our master, why are you still plowing? Believe it or not, give your cows Beat to death and eat meat."

A dozen villains were walking towards this side with blades in their hands. Song Yan got up, and Chang Lu and Ji Zhao immediately protected Song Yan behind him.

The old couple beside Song Yan looked a little worried, and their faces were pale: "Young master, you go, it doesn't care about your business here."

Naturally, Song Yan would not leave. After all, there were more than ten people on the other side with knives in their hands, and there were only the couple here.

He is still the king of a country now, so he has to protect his own people.

The man with the gray beard at the head looked Song Yan up and down: "Is their relative?"

Chang Lu said: "I want you to take care of it, what are you vicious people doing here! You still don't back down."

The man smiled contemptuously: "Where did the servant come from, dare to talk to the master, come here, I want to talk to those of you who can talk."

Song Yan tugged Chang Lu's sleeve to signal him to retreat behind him, and the old couple hurriedly tugged on Song Yan's clothes, Song Yan turned his head and smiled, and said, "Don't be afraid, both of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the man say: "Hey, it turns out that someone came out."

Snapped--

As soon as the man's voice fell, he heard a loud slap on his face. He froze for a while, but only saw the black-clothed boy in front of him.

Ji Zhao's eyes were cold, with a little bit of prey: "You are disrespectful to my son, you never kowtow to salute, you should hit him."

Yu Boyan and Qi Ruotang who came over after hearing the sound also immediately came over and stood with Ji Zhao, and said to the man, "You deserve it, you are disrespectful to our son, it is not an exaggeration to kill you."

The man was stupefied, and immediately wanted someone to start him, but he didn't want to be dragged by the pawns behind him, so he whispered:

"Housekeeper, we are here to collect the land today. The master said that we only collect the land and don't make trouble."

The person who was called the housekeeper snorted coldly: "Am I causing trouble? It's clear that they don't know how to flatter you, so let me drive them away!"

"stop."

Song Yan said softly, but the aura of calm and prestige frightened the other party, and he didn't know whether he should approach or not for a while.

Song Yan looked back at the old couple and said, "Uncle and aunt, don't be afraid, tell me what's going on here?"

The old couple looked at each other, sighed and said: "There is a member of the Zhang family in the city. He took a fancy to our land and said that he wanted to build a house here and asked us not to cultivate it. But we are farmers. How can we live without land."

"Hey, you old bastard!" The steward spat: "Our master clearly bought this field from you, and all the money was sent to your home, and you didn't want it!"

"With this piece of land, we can have enough food, but if you take it away, what will we eat?"

The old couple cried, Song Yan reached out to comfort the uncle and said:

"Uncle, don't be afraid, I will make the decision for you."

"Tch, what kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of calling the shots."

However, just as the butler finished his sarcastic remarks, two slaps sounded. Both Yu Boyan and Ji Zhao turned their fists and looked at each other. Ji Zhao said:

"Is our son someone you can slander?"

Just as the butler was about to speak, Qi Ruotang punched him in the abdomen. The pain caused him to step back a few steps, and fell into the arms of those servants.

Qi Ruotang said: "I didn't kill you, you should be thankful."

"You...you! You wait!"

The butler said viciously, and turned around to take the servants away, but Song Yan didn't say anything, how did these people leave, so Ji Zhao jumped and landed in front of them, blocking their retreat :

"Our son hasn't spoken yet, you can't leave."

Song Yan smiled triumphantly, and stepped forward: "Well, I won't make things difficult for you, you send someone back and ask your Zhang Yuanwai to go to the county government office, and the rest will follow us and wait for you first."

The housekeeper stared back at Song Yan: "What are you, you deserve..."

Song Yan wrote lightly: "You don't need to report my name, just report to the palace."

The butler's heart trembled when he heard the words "Wen Chen Wang Fu". He was about to escape when he was stopped by Ji Zhao, and finally he had to send a young man back to look for Zhang Yuanwai.

Song Yan looked back at the old couple, smiled reassuringly, and took them back to the city to the county government office.

The eldest son who received Chang Lu's report immediately sat down on the chair in the hall, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with Your Majesty, why did you go to the county government?"

Chang Lu saluted and said: "Your Majesty borrowed the name of Prince Wencheng's mansion because of an old couple whose land was robbed, and he didn't want to expose his identity. Your son, go quickly."

The prince hurriedly put the tea bowl in his hand on the table, hurriedly led Chang Lu out of the mansion in a panic, and rushed all the way towards the county government.

There were two groups in the hall of the county government office, Song Yan, the old couple and three guards, Zhang Yuanwai, the housekeeper and the servants stood aside, and each of the two groups insisted on their own words.

The steward said that he gave the old couple the money to buy the field, but the old couple said that buying his family's field was really driving people to death.

When the two sides were in dispute, this member took out a land deed as evidence, saying that the land had always belonged to their Zhang family, but they were kind enough to allow them to farm and harvest, and never collected rent. There is nothing wrong with this member taking back his own field, and it is not bad to give the couple ten taels of silver.

The county magistrate also looked puzzled, stroked his beard and said, "There is nothing wrong with this land deed."

The old couple heard the county magistrate say the same, and quickly knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly.

Zhang Yuanwai proudly said: "Master County Magistrate, even if they are from the Wencheng Palace, this can't be forced. Originally, I wanted to give them some settling expenses, but now Xiaomin thinks that they have to use my family's arable land to grow food all these years. Rent child."

The old man kowtowed and said, "My lord, the grassroots are wronged. This land was passed down from our ancestors, and it is definitely not their Zhang family's field."

Listening to the old man's words and Zhang Yuanwai's words, Song Yan hurriedly said: "Master County Magistrate, may I say something."

Only then did the county magistrate look up and found that there were still people in the hall, he said calmly, "Sir, tell me."

Song Yan said: "Since there is a land deed to prove that the land belongs to his Zhang family, but I remember that when the first emperor was in power 15 years ago, for the sake of the people's livelihood, he distributed the good land in the world to the people in the world. Since ten years ago, apart from the title deeds, all the fields in this world have been kept in the county government. However, Zhang Yuanwai said that the field has always belonged to his Zhang family. My son wants to ask, but the late emperor issued an imperial decree to distribute the good land to others. As for the matter of the common people in the world, is there a problem with the subdivision of fertile land reported by the county government to the imperial court, or is this land deed a fake?"

Song Yan talked generously, and the county magistrate was taken aback by what he said, especially since this was a member of Prince Wencheng's mansion, so he couldn't be negligent any longer, and hurriedly said:

"Come here! Pass on the master book, and present the case files of the county's fertile land division system!"

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