No!
People's eyes on Su Lu have changed. Potatoes yield more than 1000 kg per mu. If sweet potatoes also yield more than 1000 kg per mu, how many people have to live for such output.
"Ten thousand Living Buddhas!"
Qian Qianyi, the Minister of rites, suddenly spoke. After Lao Qian said this, he turned and saluted Li Qing.
"With these two things, there will be no famine in China, and your Majesty's rivers and mountains will be solid forever."
The sound of congratulations sounded like a mountain call. In the potato field, there were many Han subjects, ministers, subordinates and tenant farmers who paid homage. Long live the mountain call.
Standing next to Li Qing, Su Lu seemed to stand out from the crowd.
Kneeling on the ground, Yang Biao frowned. Although the king is a great talent, he can't help but worship his majesty. Thinking of this, he looked at Qian Qianyi, who was puckering his ass in front of him. He was a little angry. The Minister of the hall didn't mention a refutation about such a violation.
He cleaned up the potatoes and rewarded the officials of the Department of agriculture. Li Zhuangtou, a few farmers who had mastered the cultivation of potatoes, also got a medal. His wrinkled black face almost smiled into flowers.
Watching his Majesty's car drive away, Yang Biao waved back his followers and greeted Qian Qianyi.
Qian Qianyi took a look at the household officials who fell behind, understood, and waved to stop his etiquette entourage, walking side by side with Yang Biao in front.
"Lord Yang, just now I saw that you didn't kneel down to the Lord. Your majesty seems worried and angry. Stop me. Isn't that what you want to talk about?"
Yang Biao nodded: "Lord Qian is a model of etiquette and law in Han Dynasty. Everything should be based on etiquette and the etiquette system should be maintained everywhere. It is natural for you to kneel down and worship. It is really wrong for the king to do this today."
Qian Qianyi sneered: "Lord Yang, if the king of the state of Han is present, it is the state of Han. If the king is not present, Lord Yang feels that the state of Han is still there?"
Yang Biao was stunned when he heard the speech, stopped and stared at Qian Qianyi's back in front of him.
Yes, if the prince is not here, not to mention foreign enemies, but only the internal strife between the government and the public, your majesty can't suppress it, not to mention the restless States, looking around at the strong enemies around.
This is the Han state of the king.
In vain, he pretended to be smart. Now he's dizzy when he meets his majesty.
"Stop"
There was a scolding sound beside him. Yang Biao saw that his entourage had rushed up from behind, and the steel knife came out of its sheath and stopped in front of him.
On the official road a few steps away, a team of tall horses galloped in. The leading knight, half dressed in leather robes, bare half his arms and beard, rushed straight.
The retinue of the Minister of rites also rushed up, pulled out the steel knife, formed a circle with the retinue of the Minister of household, and separated the horse team from the outside.
"Tule?"
A forbidden man spoke.
Yang Biao's face changed. What are the Tule people doing here?
Today, all ministers gathered here. If the Tule cavalry made dumplings, the Han country would be really over.
"Protect your adults"
Yang Biao shouted hoarsely. Under the leadership of the king, the state of Han has just improved. We can't let the Tule people benefit, capture the ministers and destroy the country of Han.
The imperial guards nearby gathered around one after another, Dao Qi ā Ng out of the sheath, pointing to the tulle knight.
Wu Gutu was startled. He jumped down from his horse and waved to Yang Biao again and again.
"We're not here to fight."
Surrounded by the troops, Qian Qianyi had a lot of confidence. He was old-fashioned and scolded Wu Gutu.
"Who should be guilty of entering the hinterland of China without your Majesty's call?"
Qian Qianyi was full of momentum. He bluffed Wu Gutu at once. Wu Gutu bent down very spineless and flattered.
"As your excellency knows, the villain is a great vassal of the king's Court of tullenan. The right wing inspector died in the war. Several sons had a dispute and were going to destroy me. Wu Gutu felt his Majesty's kindness with the Lord. Therefore, he came here at night and wanted to see the Lord and his majesty for the last time."
"Duo, you and other foreign ministers, if you want to see your majesty, you must have a border minister to play on the table, and then a guard of honor to send you to Beijing. Why are you rash to come here now?"
Wu Gutu was tongue tied. He didn't know there were so many twists and turns. He came directly. He didn't say hello to Zhang Lu at all. He came directly to pray for surrender. He didn't expect to meet the team of officials and almost had a conflict.
"The foreign minister has come to surrender. He is willing to surrender the land of King tulnan's court and be a slave."
Wu Gutu recited his words at home hundreds of times and said them stutteringly.
Looking at the sweating Wu bone protrusion, all the officials and followers were stunned. It was Tule who came down.
"Double happiness"
Qian Qianyi suddenly opened his mouth and said that he had just had a bumper harvest of potatoes and sweet potatoes, and now he is attached by King tulena. This is a great good thing.
……
It was the next day when Wu Gu protruded to the hall of diligence.
The officials of the Ministry of rites taught etiquette for a day. Wu Gutu followed several tules. Finally, it was a rough etiquette. At least he knew that long live kneeling and mountain calling.
After kneeling down, Li Qing asked, "you are not the king of Tule. How many soldiers are there?"
Wu Gutu said without hesitation: "including Hanshui City, the south of the grassland, all belong to the state of Han, submit to your Majesty's feet and the Lord's driving."
Li counted and nodded: "the place is very good, but the LORD said that China's Han Dynasty can't keep the troops for a long time. Food is a huge consumption for China. China's Han Dynasty can't afford an army guarding Tule at all."
Wu Gu Tu's face changed and he hurried to vote. Why don't they want it? Thinking about the difference in identity between Tule people and Han people inside and outside the exchange market in Hun River Valley, they even made mistakes and were beaten with different whips.
It's not easy for the Han people to be.
Wu Gutu knelt down and walked forward a few steps, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, the foreign minister promised that he would never waste any grain of the imperial court. As long as the imperial court is willing to send troops and pay and materials, I will supply all of Tule."
On the court, the ministers looked shocked and looked at Wu Gutu.
The grandson is generous enough.
Li Qing opened his mouth and said, "in that case, I allow you to take effect. All subsequent affairs are up to you. If you really want our army to fight the rebellion in the grassland, you can play it directly."
Wu Gutu was overjoyed and knelt down to kowtow.
"Thank you, your majesty. Hanshui City, my hometown, is under the threat of military peak. I hope your majesty will send troops early to defeat Tule army and save the people of Han Dynasty."
Li Qing looked at Wu Gu Tu in amazement. There was a reason why the grandson was attached to the territory.
Pound stepped out of the line and said, "the old minister thinks it's OK. From carving Yin to sweat, the land is vast, and the work of opening up the territory is also worth winning. Even if he pays a price or two, he thinks it's OK."
Zhou Ping, the minister in charge of the Ministry of military affairs, left the class and said, "the minister thought that the matter should be asked about the prince. At this time, the prince must have a military strategy in the face of such a situation as Wu Gutu."