The three members of the Tang royal family, as well as dozens of elite guards, all stared blankly at the Xuantu who had fallen to the ground.

A not-so-warm wind blew across the surface of the lotus pond, causing some ripples.

A flying crow, standing on the branch, quacked vigorously...

Li Shimin's eyelids jumped wildly, and his gaze shifted away from the master of Xuandu Temple.

Once again, he landed on the spirit turtle and looked at the dumb one.

There was a strange spirit turtle all over his body, and there seemed to be thousands of horses galloping in his heart at this moment.

Li Shiminsheng squeezed a question from between his teeth.

"That kid Cheng Saburo has been here?"

"Yes, your Majesty, and His Royal Highness Wu, Fang Er Gongzi..."

A group of people who knew all about the three monster moths all had a black line on their faces.

"...I knew it." Li Shimin's face was dark, his eyes closed, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The eldest-grand queen on the side pressed her lips dumbfoundedly, picked up her daughter-in-law, and buried her face on her body.

Li Shimin pulled his face, pointed like a sword, and pointed at the dull spirit turtle in the pond.

"Zhao Kun, go, get me the ‘Spirit Turtle’. I want to see what the **** is this."

Zhao Kun hurried forward, except for his shoes and socks, stepped into the warm water. After wading for seven or eight steps, he reached out and touched it.

Zhao Kun's eyeballs couldn't help but bulge. What kind of spirit turtle is this, it is clearly a hollow bronze turtle.

Li Shimin looked at Zhao Kun with a strange expression and moved the spirit turtle, which was motionless and stiff as iron, to the side of the pool.

Putting it to the side of the pool full of bluestone slabs, the bronze tortoise collided with the hard bluestone slab, once again rang out a sweet bell...

Li Shimin lifted his leg and kicked, and he couldn't help but enjoy himself.

"Oh, it seems like something is going on. It seems that Cheng Saburo is also thinking about pretending to be a ghost."

The fat and sturdy guards around were pomping again and again, and they couldn't help but start grinning in amusement.

The empress Changsun, who has been trying hard to control herself, doesn't want to be in front of others, her pretty face immediately flushed.

He glanced sideways at his husband, and quickly led Li Mingda to the side.

Although Li Mingda wanted to go up and touch the bronze turtle, she was a good understanding girl.

Still resisted curiosity, and walked far away with her mother.

The emperor Changsun then came to an old willow tree that was ten steps away from his husband. Li Mingda curiously stroked the lotus that stretched out to the side of the pool.

Not only can he hear the husband's complaints, but also can block the uncontrollable changes in expression under the cover of the willow trunk.

Li Shimin's eyes fell on the Xuandu Guanzhu who had red eyes and a sad expression on his face.

Presumably, this Xuantu watched the master, he should have suffered a lot of grievances and suffered a lot.

"Come on, talk to me, where did the spirit turtle go, and how did this thing get into this lotus pond?"

Hearing your Majesty's words, the Master Xuandu took a deep breath, revealing an expression of a broken jar.

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Li Dejiu and the ticket of the Datang Ranger next to him seemed to have become a squatting stone sculpture at this moment.

Standing blankly on the edge of the emerald green field, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Next to him, a Han who was born and raised in Linyi country pointed to this gentle and vast field.

"These are the rice that was just planted at the beginning of last month. This month's growth is very good, and it will take more than a month to harvest."

"The taste of this kind of rice is not as good as other rice, but it has an advantage in Linyi country."

"It can be planted at any time, and the growing period is very short. The areas further south are also full of this kind of rice, so that Champa can be harvested throughout the year..."

After Wu Tunhu, who was beside Li Dezheng, came back to his senses, he asked the farmer whose skin was reddish brown by the harsh sunlight.

"There was no problem with harvesting three seasons that year, right?"

I saw the Han Chinese from Lin Yiguo and nodded honestly.

"Three-cooking in a year couldn't be more normal."

"How much food can I collect in one season?" Li Dezhang stroked his heart, feeling that his heartbeat was about to burst.

The old Chinese farmer thought for a while and gave an answer. "If it is as intensively farming as we Han Chinese."

"One mu of land can harvest almost two shi of rice in one season. After three seasons, it will be about six shi."

"Six Stones?!" A courageous Datang Ranger screamed out neatly.

The old farmer was so frightened that he sat down on the ridge, and looked at this group of fat and strong Tang people in fear.

The head Qiangba of the Luocheng of Lin Yi country touched his arms, and the ingot of gold that the Tang Li official sent was full of gold.

Only then did he strode forward and smiled at Li Dezheng, copying the half-baked Chinese.

"Official Li, I can testify that these Han people under the rule of this official know farming better than those of Lin Yi.

So their harvest is indeed two to three percent higher than those of the locals in Linyi~lightnovelpub.net~ Thank you, Chief Qiangba, for answering. Let’s go, let’s go back to the city first. "Li Dejiu already knows it.

He suppressed his inner excitement, and entered the city with the Lin Yi official who was already on the line.

The head of Lin Yi, for the sake of the solid gold ingot, was very happy to entertain the dozens of people in Tang Dynasty.

He also proudly introduced Linyi Country and the customs and customs of Linyi Country, which is considered to be one of the few big cities in Linyi Country.

At night, after Li Dezheng and others returned to the inn, they did not feel sleepy at all, but gathered together.

Excitedly talking about what I saw and heard today, I didn't expect it.

I really saw this kind of rice that was ripened three times a year in Linyi country.

Wu Tunhu was so excited that his cheeks tended to turn purple, his lips were trembling, and he rubbed his hands and muttered quietly.

"If I can dedicate this kind of rice to the court, the people of Tang Dynasty will have no fear of famine anymore."

"Yes, one mu of paddy field can get six stones at one year old. Don't forget, we are in Jiangnan, where there is good fertile land."

"In one year, there is only two stones per mu, which has tripled."

"But today I also inquired from the old farmer that this kind of rice can only be planted for three seasons in the hot weather and four seasons."

"And my Datang has a vast area. If it is in the north, I am afraid that this kind of rice will not be able to grow.

On the contrary, the southern part of Lingnan, which is our way to the south, is similar to the climate of Linyi Country. If it is those places, it can be cooked three times a year..."