At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.

Xie Yuheng was dressed in red and wearing a small bamboo hat, standing on the ground, with a chubby little white bird on his shoulder.

There was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. Looking back, I saw that the man at the head seemed familiar. There were several carriages following the horse team, and they were also driving very fast.

Then... he saw the cavalry rushing towards the village like a gust of wind. Xie Yuheng looked away and continued to watch the villagers planting sweet potato vines.

"What are these people doing? They are so hot and windy." Zhao Hongmei bent down and inserted the sweet potato vine diagonally into the soil, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves.

Mr. Shi, who was in the field next door, was planting seeds quickly with his hands and feet, and said without raising his head: "Who knows."

After a while, Xie Yuheng heard the sound of horse hooves coming back.

This cavalry team may be seriously ill... they are practicing horse racing at the village head. Hearing the sound of horse hooves stopping, he looked back and happened to look into the eyes of the leader.

Xie Yuheng pushed his bamboo hat back, waved and said, "Long time no see, Uncle Chen..."

Chen Qiu raised the corners of his lips. Three years ago, he was still a young man who was called uncle and knew how to break defenses. Now! He has "calmly" accepted this fact.

Looking at the little boy in red's still slightly sickly face, Chen Qiu greeted him loudly: "Thank you, young master. You are well."

Xie Yuheng walked out of the ridge with steady steps. He clenched his fist with his right hand and saluted Chen Qiu with his left hand: "Everything is well in Yuheng. Congratulations to Uncle Chen on his promotion."

"You are young, but you are acting old." Chen Qiu looked at the child covered by a bamboo hat and couldn't laugh or cry. He knelt down and gently took off Xie Yuheng's bamboo hat.

The jaws of the people accompanying him were about to drop to the ground. Is this the head of a child from his family in Kestop Youzhou who cries at night?

Xie Yuheng grinned, took out a small gold ingot from the space, and handed it to Chen Qiu's hand along his sleeve. He asked like a child curiously: "I wonder why Uncle Chen came to Jiangling?"

Chen Qiu looked down and his eyes twitched. Is the Xie family getting rich? He stuffed the gold ingot back into the child's hand and said meaningfully: "You will know later."

Chen Qiu counted the time in his mind and turned his gaze to the unknown green leaves in the bamboo basket on the ground. He said casually: "What is this? The young master still needs to personally supervise the work."

"This thing is called sweet potato. The yield per mu can reach six thousand catties when planted in the spring. It can also be planted after the harvest, but the yield will be less, probably more than a thousand catties less."

Xie Yuheng bared his teeth and smiled at Chen Qiu. He originally planned to wait until the seeds were planted this year and then ask Liu Yong to submit the excerpt to the current emperor. It was considered a gift to congratulate Chu Heng on his ascension to the throne, but he didn’t expect Chen Qiu to come first.

Chen Qiu and his entourage all took a deep breath. You must know that planting rice in fertile land can only yield 500 kilograms per mu.

"You kid, you are serious about what you said. You will go to jail for fabricating rumors out of thin air."

The person accompanying him looked at Xie Yuheng with red eyes. His family was from Youzhou. The bitter cold in Youzhou ripens once a year. After Chu Tianchen left, he searched everywhere for people's wealth and anointing, and nine out of ten houses were empty.

Zhao Hongmei, whose ears had been pricked up all the time, was not happy to hear this. Put the sweet potato vines on the ground.

Putting his hands on his hips, he yelled: "Who are you trying to scare? I don't know how to scare children. I harvested three thousand kilograms of what I planted after autumn last year."

Chen Qiu glanced at the man and said harmoniously to Xie Yuheng: "My subordinates are ignorant and made the young master laugh." Although he was also shocked, with the drawing of the divine crossbow in front of him, he felt that it was strangely reasonable.

Lu Qing also realized at this time that this boy was not someone he could afford to offend.

He fell to his knees with a plop. "My little knowledge is shallow. My whole family... starved to death. Please forgive me if I have offended you." As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears and his whole body trembled.

Xie Yuheng played with the red jade pendant around his waist, noble man? She could guess why Chen Qiu came.

As expected, Chen Qiu briefly asked about sweet potatoes. He looked up at the sky, picked up Xie Yuheng on his horse and headed towards the village.

.....

The incense table has been set up in front of Xie's house, and the courtyard is bustling with people.

After Xie Yuheng changed into new clothes and came out, he stood at the front of the Xie family. Chen Qiu took out the imperial edict seriously, put it on the incense table, and bowed in the direction of Shangjing before taking back the imperial edict and unfolding it.

"The imperial edict has arrived——, Xie Yuheng received the edict."

Someone from the Ministry of Rites had already stayed to instruct the villagers on how to receive orders and salute when the cavalry first entered the village.

I saw everyone kneeling on the ground and shouting: "Long live, long live, long live, long live."

"The Emperor of Heaven has sent an edict saying: Yuheng, the youngest son of the Xie family in Jiangling, is handsome in appearance and talented... He has made great achievements in offering treasures. He is specially named the Marquis of Qinghe Pavilion and has a settlement of 400 households. He will be given 100 acres of fertile land and a reward of 200 taels of silver. , ten boxes of various books...I admire this!"

Chen Qiu smiled and handed the imperial edict to the boy in red, "Congratulations to the Marquis Qinghe Ting."

Xie Yuheng took the tray with his two small hands and shouted: "Thank you Lord for your kindness, long live my emperor."

Everyone then stood up, and Xie Tingjiang quietly handed Chen Qiu a purse in the name of thanks. The flimsy thing was probably a bank note, and Chen Qiu shouldn't have accepted it according to the law...

But the treasury was empty, and all the money was taken away by Chu Tianchen. The banknotes will be handed over to His Majesty, and they will be used by the Xie family to replenish the national treasury.

"My dear, is this Tinghou the Marquis?" The villagers outside the courtyard whispered.

The official from the Ministry of Rites next to him kindly explained: "Of course Tinghou is the marquis, which is equivalent to the tax of your Qinghe Village. From now on, it will be handed over to Qinghe Tinghou."

"Sir, I wonder what kind of treasure Xie Xiao... Tinghou is offering, can you tell me?" Zhao Ergou nodded and bowed obsequiously to the junior official of the Ministry of Etiquette.

The man gave him a blank look and walked away. It wasn't that he was arrogant and looked down on others... he didn't know either.

In the small study here, Chen Qiu watched Xie Yuheng write. The handwriting of "dog crawling" is still the same as before, and even the rice chicken pecking it is better than his handwriting.

Chen Qiu took down the large brush from the pen holder and said with a smile, "I'll do it. Young Master read it, and I'll write it."

Xie Yuheng looked at the calligraphy he had written. It was not ugly. He could even tell what the calligraphy was. The child hurt his wrist by holding the brush for a long time and has not been able to practice calligraphy much.

"Sweet potatoes can be grown all year round, depending on the local climate. The leaves can be eaten as a dish, and the vines can also be used as rations for livestock in winter..."

Chen Qiu returned to Beijing with a thick stack of sweet potato planting tips, a sweet potato bucket prepared by the Xie family, and several sweet potato seedlings packed in small jars. He thought he and the young master would see each other again soon.

The people of Qinghe Village stood at the head of the village until the cavalry team was no longer visible.

With a pockmarked cry, Wang Er knelt down next to Xie Yuheng. He said piously: "Can I touch Lord Tinghou's hand?"

Xie Tinghai pushed him away and scolded with a smile: "Get out of here, you're like a rogue."

Suddenly the scene became very lively, with people talking about opening an ancestral temple and setting up flowing water mats.

Only the worry in the Xie family's eyes was about to turn into reality and flow out. Their little Yuheng is a girl...