The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Brother Zhao, you are finally here.

The few people didn't stand for long before they saw the village chief leading a group of villagers over.

Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao.

The villagers ran over and gathered around Zhao Chen, their faces full of joy. ??

Brother Zhao, I heard that this matter has alarmed the saints, and many important figures have come to the Wannian County Government.

The county magistrate and the governor have just been here. Do we have to wait for the saint to come before harvesting? The village chief walked to Zhao Chen and said softly.

This matter has become a big deal.

Even the emperor was alarmed. Strangely, the emperor did not issue an order prohibiting them from harvesting now.

But the village chief is also worried that he has done something wrong.

Then he asked Zhao Chen.

Brother Zhao, you are smarter than us. We will listen to you on this matter. A villager nearby shouted.

Zhao Chen, harvest one acre of land first and look at it, and leave the rest for later. Queen Changsun said to Zhao Chen.

She couldn't wait to see how many kilograms of rice could be produced in this acre of land.

Li Shimin and others next to him naturally had the same idea.

As for whether the saint would blame him, everyone present except Zhao Chen and the villagers knew that he would not.

Brother Zhao, such a grand event should be ordered by a saint. Just now, Lord Fu Yin gave repeated orders, telling us not to act rashly.

If you offend the higher-ups, then... The village chief was a little worried.

The anger of a saint is not something ordinary people like them can bear.

Even if the emperor doesn't blame him, if he is unhappy, someone below will take action.

By then, none of them will be able to escape.

If my aunt wants to see it, then harvest an acre of land first. Zhao Chen said to the village chief.

Queen Changsun behind heard this and couldn't help but feel happy.

Your Majesty, if it was your Majesty who just said that

If so, Your Majesty thinks, will Zhao Chen agree? Queen Changsun chuckled.

Humph. Li Shimin snorted lightly, but a smile appeared on his face.

Although Zhao Chen doesn't like him very much, his friendship with Empress Changsun is really nothing to say.

Village chief, let the villagers take action and harvest this acre of land within half an hour. Zhao Chen said to the village chief.

Then listen to Brother Zhao. If you ask, just say that I, an old guy, did it. Brother Zhao must never take the responsibility. The village chief nodded.

Although he was a little worried, he still waved and let the villagers who had already prepared take action.

The folks who were waiting for the signal had long been unable to bear it.

Everyone wants to know how many kilograms of rice can be produced from this acre of land.

Seeing the village chief waving his hand, the villagers gathered on the field ridge, no matter men, women, old or young, all rushed to the fields.

Holding a sickle in his hand, he cut the rice stalks in half.

There was a strong man behind him, picking up the rice stalks and beating them in the wooden barrels that had been prepared.

Golden rice grains rolled into the barrel.

Li Shimin stood on the ridge of the field, staring closely at the rice in the field.

Zhao Chen, I'm going to cut rice too. Li Shimin said something to Zhao Chen and saw him stepping into the ground.

He took a sickle from the hands of a villager and bent down to cut the rice.

When Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu saw that the emperor had gone to the ground, they quickly followed him.

These two guys are a little strange today. I don't see them being so active in such a tiring job on weekdays. Zhao Chen sat down at the wind outlet and looked at the two people who followed him to the ground with some strangeness.

Perhaps when they saw such a lively scene, they couldn't help but want to go down and play. Empress Changsun said softly from the side.

Zhao Chen, are you willing to join the court as an official?

Zhao Chen was looking at the rice harvest ahead when he suddenly heard Queen Changsun asking him this question.

Can't help but feel a little strange.

My aunt also knows that it is difficult for me to go out because of my health. How can I become an official in the court? Zhao Chen smiled and said casually.

When he first came to Datang, he had such an idea.

But he couldn't even go out, so becoming an official in the court was a bit of a luxury for him.

Moreover, he felt that he was doing quite well now.

Of course, it would be better if there weren't those gangsters hanging around outside the tavern. .??.

This time you defrauded the five surnames and Qi Wang and made hundreds of thousands of dollars from them. They can find out these things in one go.

I've heard recently that there are a lot of gangsters outside your tavern. If you had an official position, they wouldn't even dare to show up. Empress Changsun whispered to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen will definitely return to the palace in the future.

The emperor and Empress Changsun revealed their intentions.

It is impossible for the extremely capable Zhao Chen, the eldest son of the Tang Dynasty, to stay in the Chang'an market.

Sooner or later, he will reveal his identity to Zhao Chen.

Later, he would also confess his relationship with Zhao Chen.

It is always beneficial for Zhao Chen to enter the court early and get to know all the ministers.

Official status is certainly good, but I am used to being idle. After all, I don't want to go to the court and be controlled by others.

It's better to have your own tavern. Whatever you want to do, you can do it. Zhao Chen shook his head and looked at Li Shimin, who was standing in front of him and hammering his waist.

Old Li Tou, can't you go so fast? Look at the kids behind you, they are all faster than you. Zhao Chen shouted to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin is exhausted!

Since doing it

After becoming emperor, he spent his daily time dealing with state affairs.

Where do I have time to do any physical work?

Being tired is normal.

Now being despised by Zhao Chen again, Li Shimin didn't want to do it anymore and shouted, Zhao boy, don't stand and talk without hurting your back. If you have the ability, do it yourself.

Hey, don't be convinced, why don't we compete. Zhao Chen stood up and said with his hands on his hips.

Come on, boy, I will definitely convince you today. Li Shimin didn't want to be looked down upon by Zhao Chen.

How should I put it, Zhao Chen is weak and so young.

This method of harvesting rice is definitely no match for his own.

After all, he, Li Shimin, personally planted several acres of rice in the palace.

Every year he has the opportunity to practice.

Zhao Chen, are you okay? Cheng Chumo wiped his sweat and said to Zhao Chen.

Boy Zhao, if you can't hold on, you can shout and admit defeat, I won't bully you. Li Shimin was a little proud.

Xin Dao said that he couldn't compare or compare with other things. How could he not be able to compare with this technique of cutting rice?

Old Cheng, Xiao Qin, watch out. Let's see how I beat Old Li's head today.

From now on, I will make him unable to raise his head when he sees me. Zhao Chen pointed at Li Shimin in front of him with a smile on his face.

When Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu heard this, their faces turned dark.

Secretly thinking, how dare Zhao Chen say such things about His Majesty the Emperor.

He couldn't even raise his head when he screamed. If the ministers in the court heard this, they would immediately take him out and chop off his head.

Zhao Chen, be sure to say less of this in the future. Qin Huaiyu whispered.

What? Zhao Chen was a little strange.

Brother Zhao, you have never harvested rice, have you? Are you interested today? The village chief stood aside and looked at Zhao Chen with a smile.

It also interrupted the doubts in Zhao Chen's heart.