I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times

The ears of rice became more and more full, and the color changed from green to yellow. The golden rice waves rolled in the wind and sunshine. Lin Zhao stretched his waist and let out a long sigh of relief.

After more than a hundred days, the rice can finally be harvested.

All the monkeys and grandchildren of Qingquan Temple were summoned to come down the mountain to harvest rice. They borrowed sickles from the villagers, those who harvested rice harvested rice, and those who prepared food prepared food.

Soon ten acres of rice will be harvested.

Lin Zhao specially asked Tung to calculate and record the yield per mu. Seeing the figure of 1,200, Tung nearly rolled his eyes out of his sockets.

how is this possible? Is this, is this really real output?

The highest yield per mu of rice in the nearby villagers is only more than 300, which has directly increased by 4 times! What kind of magic rice seed is this!

When the rice was harvested, the surrounding villagers came to watch and weighed the harvested rice, and when they heard that the yield was one mu, they were so surprised that they stepped forward to ask questions loudly.

"What?! You told me that this is the output of one mu?! You didn't lose your head and miscalculated, did you?"

"That's right! The little monk should be more accurate!"

"I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue!" A mean-mouthed and hungry old man muttered in a low voice, but was pulled back by the person next to him.

If it weren't for the fact that they were monks from Qingquan Temple, the mouths of the villagers would have turned into knives and their spittle into nails, drowning them.

"If you don't believe me, after all the rice has been planted, you can look at the total weight together. How many acres of rice have been planted? Even the villagers who pass by can see it on weekdays, and they have a clear mind."

Youtong opened his voice so that all the villagers could hear his voice.

"That's right, we're not in a hurry! Everyone just wait and see!"

An old man who usually dealt with things relatively fairly responded, and the other villagers also thought about the same reasoning.

So everyone gathered around and watched the monks of Qingquan Temple threshing rice and filling a basket.

The more they saw the ripples in their hearts, the bigger the ripples. Is there so much millet from these ten acres of rice? This has long exceeded the amount of 300 catties per mu, right? !

The faces of the villagers watching the show became serious, and those who were leaning on their bodies gradually stood up straight and stretched their necks to look in.

After all the rice has been packed, some experienced people have already estimated the yield of ten mu of rice directly from the number of baskets.

With this estimate, these experienced people stared wide-eyed, this, this exceeded ten thousand catties! Doesn't this mean that the yield per mu has exceeded a thousand catties!

They couldn't hold back their excitement and grabbed the monks and asked, how did this happen? What's the secret? What kind of rice seed can achieve such a high yield?

Yau Tung was grabbed by the collar by them, so he had to look for help to Lin Zhao, who happened to come from outside the crowd to inspect the results.

"Don't be impatient, everyone! This is a newly discovered high-yielding rice seed. Now that the trial planting has been completed, the poor monk will present it to the county magistrate. At that time, all villagers can receive the rice seed!"

The villagers clamored when they heard the words. If they could receive such high-yielding rice seeds, they would not have to worry about food and clothing!

For a moment, their chests were full, as if they saw a very bright future, and there would be no hungry future.

The atmosphere became unprecedentedly warm and joyful, and everyone's eyes were filled with joy.

Lin Zhao wrote the yield per mu and the cultivation and fertilization techniques to the emperor in a confidential letter, along with a cart of rice seeds.

After the emperor received the rice seeds and the secret letter, he was shocked by the output written on it, and beckoned the chief Si Nong of the Si Nong Supervisor to come over.

Da Si Nong respectfully listened to the emperor asking him to grow rice with a yield of one thousand catties per mu, and his first reaction was that the emperor wanted to remove his official position.

No way, how can there be rice seeds with a yield of a thousand catties per mu in this world? I must have offended the emperor, or the emperor wants to support the person he likes, so he wants to find an excuse to push him away. If I knew it, I should have shown my loyalty earlier , is not neutral anymore.

The emperor ignored his little thoughts, and simply asked him to report the results of the rice planting in three months, and he wanted to promote it to other states and counties as soon as possible.

After more than three months, Da Si Nong successfully planted rice. He ran to report to the emperor excitedly and almost tripped over the threshold of the main hall. He staggered and presented the record in his hand to the emperor. Never thought that he would be able to grow a thousand catties of rice per mu.

The emperor waved his hand to let Da Sinong retire. He has been paying attention to it for the past few days, so he naturally knows how the rice is growing. There is still an important battle to be fought today.

The chief **** straightened the crown for him.

There is nothing important to discuss in today's meeting, so when the emperor announced the decision to "implement rent regulation", all the officials in the audience were excited, and they couldn't figure out why the emperor suddenly wanted to implement rent regulation.

In fact, Emperor Jinghe listened to the words of a scholar from Chongwen in the Chongwen Museum. On that day, he went out of the palace to Chongwen Museum as usual. The curator introduced a Confucian scholar to him who said it was sent by Lin Aiqing, the abbot of Qingquan Temple. He ordered someone to come forward and have a talk.

When he tested this talent by throwing out the increasingly serious problem of land annexation by tyrannical powers recently, this person proposed rent adjustment, which made him suddenly enlightened.

At the same time, he also secretly admired that this person must have paid close attention to people's livelihood issues on weekdays, noticed the land annexation and even thought about it secretly, so that he could give a perfect answer immediately when he raised it.

The only one who is as unhesitating as the emperor is the traitor.

Although they couldn't figure out the emperor's intentions, it didn't prevent them from opposing.

"Think carefully, Your Majesty! Now that the national treasury is empty and the output of the land is low, if rent regulation is implemented, it will not benefit the country or the people if the fixed land rent is too high or too low!"

"Please be careful, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, please take it back!"

The voices of opposition were overwhelming like a wave, and these people were all standing behind Prime Minister Zuo. Only a corner and a few scattered points in the crowd stood quietly and silently.

Jing Hedi gritted his teeth.

"Reporting to the Holy Majesty, I feel that rent adjustment is feasible." Amidst the tide, the Minister of the Household Department stood up.

"Nowadays the strong and the powerful are doing everything they want, relatives are annexed, and the people are poor and weak. Fixed land rent, household tax instead of head tax, increase in production without increasing rent, households are transferred to each household as a unit, and increase in number of people does not increase adjustment, which can actively promote agricultural production."

"I agree with what the Minister of the Household Department said!"

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

After that, several ministers stood up to fight against the treacherous prime minister.

The emperor loosened his clenched fist, and said in a calm and steady voice:

"I have considered the concerns of all dear ministers long before I raised them."

"Indeed, the farm output is low nowadays, and the fixed land rent is too high for farmers to bear. If the fixed land rent is too low and the treasury has no source of income, it is difficult to afford the expenditure."

"But—what if there is a good breed with a yield of a thousand catties per mu?"

As soon as the emperor said this, all the ministers below showed a look of astonishment, like a dumb goose stretching its neck.

How can there be a good breed with a yield of a thousand catties per mu? Is it possible that there is still a miracle of immortals descending and bestowing good seeds?

Some sneered to themselves.

The emperor didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked the chief Si Nong of the Si Nong Jian to report.

With the sound of Da Sinong's voice, the expressions of the ministers have returned to normal, but their hearts are rolling like a huge wave.

"Dear dears, you can visit the Secretary of Agriculture after you go to court. After all, seeing is believing."

Therefore, the rent modulation decided to implement it.

Inside Zuo Xiangfu.

"My lord, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to us now."

"That's right, my lord. After the reform of the salary system last time, some people were shaken. If they weren't worried about the emperor's liquidation, they would have defected long ago."

Zuo Xiang didn't speak, but his face was not pretty, very gloomy.

Of course he knew how unfavorable the situation would be for him if rent regulation and rice with a yield of 1,000 jin per mu were popularized.

But if he wanted to stop it now, he might be caught by the emperor.

But sooner or later, it's better to take advantage of the situation when it is still in their favor...

A sharp light flashed in Qin Zhou's eyes.

…

After listening to his orders, several subordinates withdrew.

Qin Zhou came to the bookshelf, pressed the switch, and the entrance to a secret room slowly opened.

Walking through a dark passage, there is a big inner room inside.

Qin Zhou stared at the light projected by the Big Dipper chessboard. He didn't know when the chess situation where the black pieces surrounded the white characters had changed. The white pieces broke through and even swallowed the territory originally occupied by the black pieces. There was a faint tendency to counterattack.

Jing Hedi's Ziwei star was also shining brightly, surrounded by a white star with golden light. I don't know who is helping him increase his luck.

"Time waits for me, it's time to let go and fight again."

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