Soldiers Card System

No match!

Everyone's eyes on Su Lu changed. Potatoes yield more than 1,000 catties per mu. If sweet potatoes also yield more than 1,000 catties per mu, how many people will survive with such yields.

"Ten Thousand Family Birth Buddha!"

Qian Qianyi, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, suddenly spoke. After the old Qian said this, he turned to salute Li Qing.

"Your majesty congratulates your majesty, for the subjects of the Han country, and congratulations for the country's rivers and mountains. With these two things, our Han country will be free from famine and famine, and your majesty will last forever."

The sound of congratulations resounded around the mountain, and the potato fields were full of Han subjects who worshipped Natou, ministers, servants, and tenant farmers of the imperial village. Long live the mountain.

Standing next to Li Qing, Su Lu looked a little out of the ordinary.

Kneeling on the ground, Yang Biao frowned. Although the prince was a talent, he couldn't help but worship his majesty. Thinking of this, he looked at Qian Qianyi, who was pouting his **** in front, and felt a little annoyed in his heart.

He cleaned up the potatoes and commended the officials from the Department of Agriculture, Li Zhuang, a few farmers who mastered potato planting, also received the honorary awards as they wished. The wrinkled black face almost turned into a flower with a smile.

Seeing His Majesty's car drove away, Yang Biao waved away the servants beside him, and greeted Qian Qianyi.

Qian Qianyi glanced at the household official who was behind, understood, and waved his hand to stop his etiquette attaché, and walked in front of him side by side with Yang Biao.

"Master Yang, just now I thought you were worried and annoyed that the prince did not kneel down to worship His Majesty. Stop me. Wouldn't you just want to talk about this?"

Yang Biao nodded: "Master Qian is a minister of etiquette, and I am a model of etiquette in the Han country. We should put etiquette first in everything, and we should maintain etiquette everywhere. The ruler is the heaven, and kneeling down to worship is righteous. What the prince is doing today is really wrong. "

Qian Qianyi sneered: "Master Yang, the prince of Han is the only one of Han. If the prince is not there, Master Yang will realize, is this Han country still there?"

Yang Biao was taken aback when he heard the words, stopped, and stared at the back of Qian Qianyi in front of him dumbfounded.

Yes, if the prince is not there, not to mention the foreign enemies, but only the internal squabbling of the ruling and the opposition, your majesty will not be able to suppress it, let alone the states that are ready to move, look around the surrounding powerful enemies.

This Han country is basically the Han country of the prince.

In vain, he usually claims to be shrewd, and now he feels dizzy when he encounters the matter of his majesty.

"stop"

There was a scolding sound beside him, Yang Biao saw that his follower had rushed up from behind, and the steel knife was pulled out and stopped in front of him.

A few steps away on the official road, a group of tall horses galloped in. The leading knight, half dressed in leather robes, with half of his arms bare, and a big beard, came straight.

The Suihu of the Book of Etiquette also rushed up, drew out the steel knife, and formed a circle with the Suihu of the Book of Etiquette, and separated the horse team outside.

"The Thule?"

A forbidden army spoke.

Yang Biao's face changed, what did the Tule people do?

All ministers gathered here today. If the Tulle cavalry made dumplings, then the Kingdom of Han would really be over.

"Protect everyone"

Yang Biao shouted hoarsely. Under the leadership of the prince, Han had just improved, but he couldn't let the Tule fishermen benefit, captured the ministers, and destroyed the country's Jiangshan community.

The nearby imperial troops gathered around, unscathed their swords and spears, and pointed them at the Thule Knight.

Wu Gu Tu was taken aback, he jumped off his horse numbly, and waved to Yang Biao again and again.

"We are not here to fight."

Surrounded by the army, Qian Qianyi had a lot of confidence, and he was old-fashioned and reprimanded the bones.

"Who are you waiting for, who should be guilty of entering the hinterland of our Han country without being summoned by your majesty?"

Qian Qianyi's momentum was very strong, and he immediately bluffed the Gutu, who was stiffly bent over, with a flattering tone.

"This lord's clear lesson, the villain is the vassal of the royal court of Tulenan, and he died in the right side of the war. My sons have a dispute, and they will destroy my bones. The bones feel the kindness of your majesty and the prince, so the starry night Come here, want to see the prince and your majesty one last time."

"Duo, Er and other foreign ministers. If you want to see your majesty, you must have the minister of the border to show you. Then there will be a guard of honor to send you to Beijing. Why do you want to come here recklessly?"

Wu Gu opened his mouth and tongue. How did he know that there were so many twists and turns, and he came directly without saying hello to Zhang Lu at all. He came directly to pray for surrender. He never expected to meet the official team and almost got into conflict. .

"The foreign minister is here to surrender. I wish to surrender with the land of the royal court of Tulenan, and I wish to be a slave and a servant."

Wu Gutu squatted out what he had memorized hundreds of times at home.

Seeing the sweaty bones, all the officials and the servants were all dumbfounded, and it was Tulle who came to surrender.

"Double happiness is here"

Qian Qianyi suddenly spoke. The potato and sweet potatoes had just been harvested, and now it is the royal court of Tulenan who has returned. This is a great thing.

...

It was already the next day when Wu Gu reached the Palace of Qinzheng.

The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette taught the etiquette for a day, and Wu Gutu and a few Tulle's companions finally got a rough idea of ​​etiquette, at least they knew how to bow down and long live Shanhu.

After bowing down for a while, Li Qing asked and said, "You are not from the Tule royal family.

Wu Gutu said without hesitation: "Including Hanshui City, the southern part of the grassland is all attached to Han, surrendered to the feet of your majesty, and surrendered to the prince."

Li Qing nodded: "The place is pretty good, but the prince said that our Han country cannot be long-term for the army. For our country, food is a huge consumption. Our Han country can't support an army guarding Tulle. Wu."

Wu Gutu's expression changed, and he rushed to shoot, why did they not want it? Thinking of the difference between the identity of the Tule people and the Han people inside and outside the mutual city in the Hunhe Valley, even the lashes they get when they make mistakes are different.

Naturally, these Han people are not suitable.

Wu Gutu knelt forward a few steps, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, the foreign minister promises that we will never waste a little bit of the court's food. As long as the court is willing to send troops, the army's salary and materials will be met, and I will provide all of it."

Above the court, the ministers looked shocked and looked at the gutted bones dumbfoundedly.

This grandson is generous enough.

Li Qing said, "In this case, I have allowed you to take effect, and you will decide all subsequent matters. If you really want our army to enter the grassland to counter the rebellion, you can just play it directly."

Wu Gutu was overjoyed and knelt on his knees.

"His Majesty Longen, the minister's hometown of Hanshui City is under the threat of Bingfeng, and I hope that your Majesty will send troops early to defeat the Tule Army and save our Han people."

Li Qing stared at the bone protrusion in amazement. There was a reason why this grandson was attached to his realm.

Pound came out and said: "The old minister thinks it's okay. From the shame to sweat, the land is vast. This achievement of opening up and expanding the land is worth winning. Even if you pay a price or two, the minister thinks it's ok."

Zhou Ping, the minister of war, was out of class and said: "The minister thought that this matter should be asked to the prince, now and then at the same time, in the face of such a situation, the prince must have a military strategy."