Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

On the eve of departure, Xie Huaian was still at his desk.

The work of sorting out good breeds has reached the final stage.

This job sounds simple, but it's like talking about financial statements, and it brings out a series of words.

There are several areas of land suitable for farming in Dajing, and what is the most suitable for planting?How many cotton producing areas can be grown, and which county is the best cotton seed to match?Now that you have cotton, do you want to search for rice, sweet potatoes and potatoes?

The last two are rumored crops. To find them, you have to build a ship and go to sea.However, in the southern part of Dajing, there are more drought-resistant, non-selective varieties of rice that can be ripened more than one year. They should be brought out and promoted as soon as possible...

Xie Huaian habitually wants to be lazy when encountering troubles.

He was just about to go to bed, but he suddenly thought that recuperation would have been delayed for a while, and moving the capital would take a while, so as not to affect the farming and spring plowing at that time, he simply took advantage of Hong Yao's overdrawn energy when he was out busy, and completed the paperwork in one go.

He was dizzy from writing, and at the end the hand holding the hard pen was a little fluttering, and the urge to vomit also surged in his stomach. After finishing writing, he stuffed a few pages of paper under the pillow in the bedroom, pretending to be tired and going to bed early.

In the early morning of the next day, Hong Yao greeted him with a gloomy face and the familiar feeling of burning.

"Ahem..." Xie Huai'an suppressed his cough with an inexplicable guilty conscience, took out his achievements from under the pillow, smiled, and handed them to Hong Yao with some complacency.

"Jingchun cotton, Huaqing cotton, Longwen rice, Ningquan rice... There are several alternatives, all of which are good to grow and can be promoted. Where to find, which one is suitable for, sowing and harvesting During the period, I understood clearly... Cough cough, please help me to correct the words after reading it, and then hand it over to the Ministry of Industry."

Hong Yao carefully put away the documents.

Xie Huai'an shrank his shoulders, feeling that Hong Yao still wanted to kill him.

Xie Huai'an looked in the mirror when he had a fever in his previous life, and he was very satisfied with his face. He knew that his eyes were reddish and his lips were dry. As long as he softened his voice and acted like a baby to the person who loved him, he could do anything he wanted.

"Your Majesty... I shouldn't have said rest and turned to go to the study, I know I was wrong."

Xie Huai'an laughed softly, and went to pull Hong Yao's clothes.

His hands are cold all the year round, only when he is sick will he feel hot, Hong Yao held them as soon as he stretched them out.

Hong Yao sighed, kissed Xie Huai'an's hand, and then kissed his slightly warm forehead.

"Why do you apologize to me? Sir, do you know what you gave when you waved your hand like this?"

"Given the paperwork, a series of typos, and some even used a form." Xie Huaian said modestly, and hid back.

"It's human life. Clothing and food are the hope of survival." Hong Yao half knelt on the ground, holding Xie Huai'an's hand reverently.

"I can't wait to make the whole world busy. Only sir..."

"Stop talking about Your Majesty, cough, cough, let me be busy!" Xie Huai'an couldn't help boasting, coughing and panting, wanting to withdraw his hand.

"I can't do more, thanks to His Majesty's trust in me... Not only in the south, but also in the north of Xindu, there is fertile land. With luck, we will be able to eat delicious white rice in a few years."

Outside the north gate of Zhaoge.

Concerned about the crowd behind, the convoy moved slowly.

The common people took the old and the young out of the city to see them off.

Pei Wen was driving the empty cart, followed by several small carts escorting the stele from Xuanji Pavilion, looking around from time to time.

Suddenly, he looked happy.

Lou He drove a simple carriage and appeared at the end of the forest path that intersects with the main road.

The convoy of moving the capital got the signal and stopped one after another.The officials got out of the car and bowed to salute.

Lou He drove the horse to stop beside Pei Wenzheng's cart.

The Son of Heaven, dressed in a simple black robe, jumped out of the car, like a heroic bodyguard, lifted the curtain of the car in front of civil and military officials and the common people, and helped down the person wrapped in a thick crane cloak.

The immortal puts an uncarved jade hairpin, with autumn eyes in his eyes and a slight smile in his lips, a sickly blush floating on his snow-like face, he almost couldn't stand still when he was supported by the emperor, and he seemed to be in poor health again.

Pei Wenzheng watched anxiously, lifted the door curtain of the spacious cart, and waited for the emperor to bring the immortal master to change the carriage.

Xie Huaian closed his eyes slightly.

His fever was getting worse, and when he got out of the car, his eyes were hazy with black mist, and he didn't realize where he was.

After slowing down, Xie Huai'an opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

full of people...

The Son of Heaven has abolished the kneeling ceremony when facing the saint. When you meet the emperor's carriage when you are traveling on the street, you can just avoid it and make a bow.

Seeing the Immortal Master appearing, some people in the seeing-off crowd bowed, and some couldn't help bowing down respectfully.

Ah Sang stumbled to the front with the cotton cloth in his hands, knelt down again with a plop, and cried out in a crying voice, "Master Immortal! There are winter clothes!"

The cotton in stock was not too much, Ah Sang finally sewed some thick clothes by mixing hemp materials, and burned them on the mass grave.

The old woman with a hunchback was supported by her grandson, she bent her knees tremblingly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Son of God... Your Majesty..."

Her family was ill, and there was no hope of waiting for death, but they caught up with the yamen to distribute money and food, and Dr. Ling led doctors to free consultations around the streets, and they all survived.

The porter held a woman's hand, and the two kowtowed to the Son of God a few times.

The "woman" has calluses on her hands, and her face is full of traces of labor, and she suddenly covered her face and shed tears.The porter, a tall and thick man, panicked, approached and coaxed, "Lan Juan, why are you crying?"

They grew up in a village, and after being displaced, they both made a living in Zhaoge and never met each other.After the porter went to the altar to find the son of God, Bu Suan, an old relationship started.

Xie Huai'an heard it clearly, his eyes were hot, his head was dizzy, but his heart was excited.

He wanted to speak, but the cool autumn wind blew by, causing a fine cough.

"Get in the car..." The Son of Heaven said softly, and sent Xie Huai'an into the warm and comfortable cart, and then went out again.

Hong Yao's voice was majestic and steady: "Fathers and folks, I've troubled you for a long time, and there will be a reunion when the mountains are long and the road is far away. I hope you are well, please go back."

Xie Huai'an lay in front of the car window listening, and suddenly shed tears.

The carriage moved again.Pei Wenzheng and Lou He switched places, and Lou He was still driving.

Hong Yao bent over and entered the carriage, seeing Xie Huai'an crying, his expression instantly changed, and after careful questioning, he realized that it didn't hurt anywhere, but he just couldn't control it.

"Your Majesty said that there will be a reunion, is it true..." Xie Huai'an's face was burning hot, and he leaned against Hong Yao's neck.

"Of course it's true. The governor is not as useful as I am. The emperor can't stay in a tall temple and do business, he has to go down to the fields for a walk."

Hong Yao missed what Xie Huai'an once said, and touched the temperature of his forehead: "Don't cry, sir, whether you are happy or sad, I can't tell the difference. Today I have to walk for a while before I can go to the post station to rest, save some money strength."

"I don't know... I haven't seen it..." Xie Huai'an sniffed, "People are crying, and I can't help it."

Hong Yao's heart was about to melt when he cried.

Hong Yao recalled how Fatty was covered in water, shrinking his head and shaking his hair, so he took a handkerchief to wipe Xie Huai'an's face, kissed from the corners of his eyes, to his forehead, the corners of his forehead, and the tip of his nose... until Xie Huai'an's moist eyes widened, gently Panting lightly, no more sound.

The carriage moved very slowly, and the horses stepped out of the speed of wandering in the suburbs and moved slowly.

The people of the entire Zhaoge City seemed to have followed, and the long line went all the way to the North Gate.The hunchbacked old woman couldn't keep up, so she moved to the side of the road and walked stubbornly.

Hong Yao asked Xie Huai'an to lie down and rest, and called Feiluan Guard to go outside to persuade him. After a while, he stopped the car again, and took all the civil and military officials outside to salute and say goodbye again.

Xie Huai'an didn't know about this, he was extremely exhausted, fell into a drowsy sleep with a pill in his mouth, hugging his pillow.

The swaying carriage and the singing of birds were like a lullaby. He didn't know how long he had slept, and was awakened by Hong Yao in a daze.

Hong Yao squeezed his wrist to feel his pulse: "Sir, can I go?"

"Yes, am I tired or am I lame..." Xie Huai'an pushed himself up and rubbed his forehead, "What's the matter, Your Majesty, is there an assassin?"

Hong Yao hugged Xie Huai'an, letting him lean on his body to relieve the dizziness.

"No, but I'm afraid Mr. Labor will get out of the car with me."

Xie Huai'an waited for Hong Yao to help him straighten his clothes, he got out of the carriage because he didn't understand, and his eyes were red again.

He thought that the people would disperse after seeing him off, but he never thought that he would fall asleep, and the crowd was still the same.

Shili Pavilion can be seen on the side of the road.

When he walked into the streets and alleys of Zhaoge for the first time, he opened the altar for divination, and the whole street was empty.

When he left Zhaoge, the people of Zhaoge saw him off all the way and walked ten miles.

"Immortal Master...Treasure."

Someone saluted, and after bowing again, Jishou bowed down, and the people seeing off bowed down one by one, crossed their hands with their left hands on top, touched their heads to the ground in front of their hands, and bowed their knees to worship.

Xie Huai'an was stunned, seeing that a soft cloth had been laid in front of him.

Lou He came over to support him, as if he was afraid that he would lose his balance and fall.

Xie Huaian signaled no need.

Xie Huai'an has encountered all kinds of salutes and salutes after crossing.

Whether it was Hong Yao begging him or Kong Qing begging him, he was nervous and at a loss and didn't know how to respond, and then followed suit in return.

This time, in the autumn wind of September, in front of the seeing-off crowd, he seemed to have suddenly opened some joints. It was as if a strict teacher holding a ruler had taught him various etiquettes since he was a child, and he understood what to do at this time.

Xie Huai'an moved in unison with Hong Yao and all civil and military officials, facing the people who were seeing them off, and returning the most standard Jishou salute.

"Don't give it away, please go back, please go back."

After Shiliting passed, the horse started to gallop briskly.

Xie Huaian lay down by the car window, unwilling to fall asleep.

Hong Yao checked Xie Huai'an's temperature after a while, fearing that the burn would cause new symptoms.

Finally, he hugged him forcefully, covered him with a thin blanket, and spoke softly.

"Good day today, since sir doesn't want to rest, please listen to my study."

"what book?"

"What book would you like to hear, sir?"

Xie Huai'an said with tears in his eyes: "I don't know, Your Majesty only read the "Tiansheng Zhenjing" to me."

Hong Yao recalled the past when he tried and frightened Xie Huai'an, coughed dryly, and continued: "Sir, do you want to listen to history books, local customs, or poetry? There are also scripts for miscellaneous operas, ghost stories. There are none in this car. Can you listen to them?" Find the second master next to him to come."

"No no, no ghost stories."

"Then find an anthology that describes how to cook delicacies in the mountains when our ancestors lived in seclusion. If you are greedy, we will eat along the way."

Xie Huaian swallowed and nodded.

The sound of Hong Yao reading a book sounded.

The convoy headed north.

In front of them, Xuanji Pavilion disciples were guarding the stele, and they sang clear songs.

"The tired bird returns, the world is clear, the Heavenly Mystery School asks about the Heavenly Mystery, all passers-by fill their cups, don't hesitate—"