Qin Jingqin is not just showing off.

Being able to cultivate the land with a plow in a rice field with a deep yellow mud pit in one corner requires certain skills.

If you are just putting on a show and showing off to others, you will not have such skillful movements and patience.

At this moment, this tall old man in the rice field outside the village did a whole process of interacting with scalpers and plowing the land better than most people, and Ouyang Rong felt a little ashamed of himself.

He also has some knowledge about farmers, mainly because he has some memories of riding oxen into the fields when he was a child;

In addition, when he was serving as a parent officer in Longcheng last year, he often went to surrounding villages to conduct research and got to know many fellow villagers. He learned from them during the busy autumn period and fully understood the significance of farming to the people.

However, Qin Jingqin, who was born in the former Duke Hu's palace and spent his life as a soldier, could also do it, which was a bit surprising to Ouyang Rong.

Looking around at the young and middle-aged military staff who came from the think tank of the Chinese Army Camp, their movements are generally a bit unfamiliar and clumsy. Except for a few who may also come from poor families, none of them are as skilled as Ouyang Rong.

He was obviously from a wealthy family and came from a noble family. He only knew how to fight and plow the fields, but he had no choice but to accompany Qin Jingqin, the "willful" military commander of Jiangnan Road.

Seeing Ouyang Rong undress and take off his boots, jump into the paddy field, and approach the water, a young soldier who joined the army took the initiative to make way for Ouyang Lianghan, the Jiangzhou Sima who had long admired the name. Ouyang Rong skillfully helped Qin Jingqin to help the plow, and continued

arable land.

Ouyang Rong kept looking at Qin Jingqin from the corner of his eye.

The tall old man also turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

Yellow mud splashed, and some mud splashed onto Qin Jingqin's wrinkled face with age spots.

The old man wiped the mud with his fingertips and looked down.

"The soil quality of the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River is very good. It has good mountains and good water. It can feed many people. No wonder the people in the south have clean and clear water."

Qin Jingqin twisted the wet yellow mud with two fingers, his eyes filled with emotion:

"Yellow mud is good. There is no mud outside the Great Wall in the north. The soil is hard and full of grains of gray sand. The farmers there are complaining. Good land is hard to find and they have to endure the harassment of Hu cavalry.

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"And the wind and sand in the north of Saibei are like knives, and all the beautiful faces and blue hair will be blown away by the knife."

Qin Jingqin showed a look of reminiscence on his face and said to the left and right:

"Being able to come to the south to fight this time, and being nourished by such good mountains and good waters, will extend our lives for several years, so we can't thank the saint enough."

A group of young and middle-aged military staff members all said yes.

Qin Jingqin glanced at Ouyang Rong.

Seemingly realizing that the Generalissimo wanted to say something to Ouyang Lianghan, they walked away in tacit agreement, leaving the two of them behind.

"Uncle Qin."

Qin Jingqin interrupted:

"Lianghan looks thinner. The last time I saw you in Xunyang City, you were still rosy and energetic."

Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly.

Qin Jingqin turned his head and glanced at the beautiful fox-white furred figure standing quietly on the field ridge in the distance, holding a man's undergarment in his arms and waiting.

"But Xie Qiniang is becoming more and more radiant. Lianghan, a man's career is important, but the relationship between a man and a woman cannot be ignored. You must not let the beauty down.

"Especially for such a like-minded couple. It is normal for a man to be frustrated. At this time, he should look back more often and stay with the person who is waiting silently."

Qin Jingqin said in a joking tone.

But why did Ouyang Rong listen to it and feel that his words were serious and sincere?

"Yes. This junior knows."

He nodded vigorously.

Qin Jingqin stared at Ouyang Rong's calm and resolute handsome face for a while, then suddenly patted his shoulder:

"Liang Han is so good-looking. Not to mention his talent, he looks handsome in his skin. If Seventeenth Mother and the Xie family hadn't taken the lead, it would have been great for Liang Han to be the grandson-in-law of my Qin family, hahaha."

Ouyang Rong was stunned and hesitated: "Uncle Qin, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just joking."

Ouyang Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay if I can't become a son-in-law. Yan Qing should have already talked about the matter of the Chinese Army Battalion Commander Shi on the way.

"What do you think, Liang Han? If there are no other problems, don't go back. Stay here, help me, and quell the southwest rebellion as soon as possible. It will be a good thing for the country and the people."

"If we talk about my understanding of Li Zhengyan's group of rebels, I have never seen anyone who is more to the point than Liang Han. Many of the current strategies for conquering the army are similar to Liang Han's last family dinner in Xunyang City.

Some shadows of John’s good advice.”

Qin Jingqin said with a smile:

"Don't talk about whether you want to be the commander of the Chinese Army's battalion. Just talk about the military merits you already have. Wouldn't it be a pity if Liang Han didn't come and take it away? Why don't you stay at the front line and return to Beijing one day?

It’s hard to ask for credit.”

Ouyang Rong was a little dumbfounded.

After thinking for a moment and about to speak, Qin Jingqin patted Ouyang Rong on the shoulder to interrupt, and repeated with emotion:

"Liang Han is so good-looking. He has a typical southern appearance. He is elegant and handsome. At first glance, he is from a family of poets, rituals and hairpins.

"In the Chinese army camp on the front line, there are more Northerners, who are all rough guys, but Liang Han has the appearance of a handsome young man. If he is an old man with a long history, he is weak in age, walking around the military camp, and taking charge of a bunch of big guys.

Gentlemen, brave warriors, good men with outstanding talents, skilled in military affairs, and thorough in everything... Thinking about it, it really adds to the glory, and it is inevitable that a good story will be spread.

"I know why the saint appointed you to be Tanhualang and directly confer an official position on the Xingyuan Banquet that I had watched for a long time. You just did nothing, placed it like a vase in the emperor's court, and stood among all the ministers.

During this period, the saint just went to court every day and it was pleasing to the eyes and heart, and he didn't feel that the morning court was boring."

Facing the tall old man who was smiling and stroking his beard, Ouyang Rong blushed, coughed, and answered the question with inappropriate words:

"It's good if it can help the front line. Didn't the sages say that those who are good at fighting have no great achievements? Just treat it as... I'm proud of you."

Qin Jingqin laughed.

Then, he said in a more serious tone:

"Whether you want to stay or not, Liang Han, don't rush to answer. Let's talk later. Anyway, it's still early. We haven't gone to the military camp for dinner yet. I will take you to eat with the soldiers later. By the way, Qin Heng

Come too, he was so happy to hear that you are here today that he took a day off and rushed back from the front army. He wants to see you so that you two can catch up with each other."

"Okay, it's all up to Uncle Qin's arrangement."

"Lianghan seems to have a lot to say, so feel free to say it."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and asked seriously:

"Why is Uncle Qin so generous to the younger generation?

"This time when General Qin came over, he also showed such a generous courtesy. I invite you.

"Even if we can't say that we are enemies of Wei and Lin Cheng, it can be regarded as some eye drops. For you who are cautious, it seems that there is no need..."

"Because Lianghan is very good-looking."

"..."

Before the frowning Ouyang Rong could speak, Qin Jingqin smiled again:

"Actually, the answer is very simple, because you are worthy and worthy of me.

"Liang Han, you are also a cook, but compared to Lin Cheng, the food you cook is very suitable for me, well, including the plate of Dongpo Pork at the family banquet."

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Qin Jingqin clapped his hands, looked around at the soldiers working around him, and asked casually:

"Liang Han still remembers the chef theory that I proposed."

"Yes, I still remember it fresh."

The old man nodded gently:

"Although I have been leading troops on the front line, Yingniang has sent letters to inform me of what Lianghan has been doing in Xunyang City.

"Including the whole process of conflicts with Lin Cheng and Wei Shaoqi.

"Lin Cheng is capable, but he is too utilitarian and caters to the Holy Grace. His food only suits His Majesty's appetite.

"But you are different, Lianghan. His Majesty may not be able to enjoy your food, but I like it very much, and so do the people of Xunyang. You are not a private chef of one family. Private chefs often exist, but public chefs do not.

……It's that simple."

Ouyang Rong was speechless, staring blankly at the tall old man's surprisingly serious face.

"But Uncle Qin should know that I am Tan Lang from Prince Xunyang's Mansion, right?" he asked suddenly.

"of course I know."

"In the eyes of outsiders, isn't this considered a private chef?"

"It's different. What I see is that Lianghan can handle the relationship between the two well."

After saying that, Qin Jingqin sighed and continued pushing the plow. After walking for a while, Ouyang Rong heard the old man's hoarse voice again:
To be continued...