"The officials should pay attention to their health in the future, and they are very happy and sad."

The imperial doctor gave the doctor's advice, but he couldn't control whether he followed or not.

Zhao Zhen felt a little stuffy in his chest. He drank a bowl of medicine and asked, "How much is it?"

Chen Zhongheng looked at him and said carefully: "The official family is one stone next to it, and the three acres of land are three stones and five liters... Don't..."

Don't be excited anymore!

If you have any good fortune, the queen and the prime minister will definitely take someone to bury him.

“So many?”

Zhao Zhen's breathing became rapid again, and Chen Zhongheng begged: "Officials, don't...don't..."

"I can't die!"

Zhao Zhen gasped for a few times, "If I died because of this, how would it be written in the history books?"

Disgraceful!

He slowly stood up and said, "It is said that people regard food as the most important thing in all dynasties. If the people can eat enough, then the world will be peaceful. When the Song Dynasty got good rice seeds, they finally had some peace in their lives. But now the population is growing, and there are many difficulties everywhere... It is difficult for anyone, but what can the court do?"

He walked out slowly, and a gust of wind blew with heat. He couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling very uncomfortable.

"There is only so much land, and all the good varieties are used. The annual output is fixed. What can I do?"

He sighed: "There have been rioting everywhere in recent years, rebelling, and they can't survive and become refugees... The Xiangjun Xiangjun was set up for this, but it was mixed up by that boy."

It was the ancestor's method to recruit disaster victims into wing soldiers, but it was disturbed by Shen An last time.

Chen Zhongheng felt that this was a bit biased, so he said boldly: "Officials, those victims have to eat food even if they go to the army!"

"Yes! After they entered the army, they would not be able to produce and consume food and grass... It is right to place the place, that young man is good."

Chen Zhongheng smiled and said, "He had despised me before, and he looked very proud."

Zhao Zhen said: "It is common for young people to be proud. If they are so cunning that they are not reflected in their emotions, then that is wrong. If they should be happy, they are happy, and if they should be angry, they are angry. This is the young people."

Only then did Chen Zhongheng realize that Shen An's overthrows were normal in Zhao Zhen's eyes.

Are those who were beaten by him wrongly wronged?

There is also Liu Zhan, who is said to like to retching now and vomit whenever he sees things, which is even better than pregnant women.

"If the land in the Song Dynasty could increase its income, it would take only five years to calm the world again."

The popularity of fertilizers takes time, but more importantly, this Song Dynasty has seen a positive and bright side.

"Let Shen An come and leave the palace."

...

The weather is getting hot, and the enthusiasm of the prime ministers has also been hit.

Han Qi was napping. Because he was fat, his back looked very wide, and he felt like he was a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

Zeng Gongliang was wandering around.

Ouyang Xiu put his feet on the table and even heard the snoring outside.

An official came to look for the prime ministers to do business. When he heard the snoring inside, he sighed, "Who should I ask for this?"

"It's very urgent?"

Someone asked behind him.

"Yes! I'm so anxious."

The official held the document and tried to push the door, but in the end he endured it.

"show me."

There was a smile in the voice behind him.

"Who are you? You thought..."

The official was unhappy and turned around and prepared to talk about the guy who teased him.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Zhen in plain clothes and Shen An beside him.

Brother, you are so lucky!

Chen An smiled and said, "See it for the official family. If you can pass, the official family will approve you immediately."

The official subconsciously handed over the document, and Zhao Zhen really took it over.

"The Shaanxi imperial guards have too many wing troops, more than 200,000 people... Is there any money or food available? How many? Ten thousand three thousand straits, I have to give this money."

Zhao Zhen handed over the document. The official was so excited, but he didn't know how to express his feelings, so he shouted: "Thank you, the official!"

Bang!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from inside, and then Ouyang Xiu heard a cry of pain: "Who is outside? Come, help me, oh, this buttock hurts..."

Zhao Zhen pushed open the door, inside, Han Qi and Zeng Gongliang had just gone to help Ouyang Xiu, but they were embarrassed when they saw him coming.

It's not great to doze off at work.

Zhao Zhen said: "There is a good harvest of fields outside the city, so you can go and have a look with me."

The group left the city and headed straight for Shenjiazhuang. When they entered, they saw a group of people surrounding the field.

"Dropping off the horse and walking over."

Zhao Zhen took them over with great enthusiasm. When he saw it closer, he found that Zhao Zhongzhen was asking the old farmer in the field.

He asked with a piece of soil in his hand, "I'm compared to the soil on the edge, they are all the same. Why do you say that the land is fat?"

The old farmer also held the soil in his hand. He sniffed the soil and then slapped it away. He smiled and said, "As long as the villain smells and pinches it again, you will know whether the land is thin or fat. Look, the soil has returned to tide last night, and it is wet underneath. The return of tide is good soil."

"Returning to the tide is good soil."

Zhao Zhongzhen wrote down, and the old farmer continued: "There is another one to pinch. The loose one is good soil, and the darker one is good soil... The soil is not breathable, and you can't plant anything! As for smelling it, it is to smell the smell. People who have been farming for many years know that the more fragrant it smells, the better the soil."

He said proudly: "This soil has a fragrance, the soil smells."

Zhao Zhongzhen said thoughtfully: "In the past, people who looked at the earth's qi, checked around the fields to decide whether the land should be planted or fallow. But you will understand it after saying this. The so-called earth's qi is actually looking at the soil..."

The old farmer said happily: "Yes, it's just about the soil. As for the earth's energy, when you come in the morning, there will naturally be fog in the land where the tide is reversing. What is this? What is the earth's energy? The earth's energy is heavy, it's good soil!"

Zhao Zhongzhen suddenly realized and bowed and said, "I understand the truth about the earth's energy today. Thank you for your advice."

The old man smiled and said, "The little man dressed in wealthy and came to the village several times with him. It can be seen that he is a wealthy man. But this wealthy man is willing to follow us to the field and is not shy about joking. Only then can we dare to say something! Do you think so?"

The person next to him said, "Yes. Those officials are like wolves and tigers. We dare not talk to them if we have something to say, nor are we willing to talk to them."

Zhao Zhen, who was not far away, looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "The people all know who is good to them. Zhao Zhongzhen is young, but he knows the truth about sincerely exchanging sincerity. This made the old farmers tell the truth and teach them real skills. How many of our officials can do this?"

Everyone was speechless, thinking that officials would not be able to contact these people normally.

Officials manage the people at a macro level, but in fact they are still an old routine for thousands of years, with local gentry and powerful people maintaining local order.

Old Ouyang Xiu was so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly, but he could hear the conversation just now, "The official family, the young man speaks casually, is not reserved, and is willing to deal with the people... This is rare."

"It's rare."

Zhao Zhen was obviously very satisfied: "I heard that he has been here all the time and was sick during the harvest. Isn't this going to be cured and come again? This is the beginning and end!"

This is praise.

When Zhao Yunbi and Zhao Yunliang hear what they say, they will probably feel desperate.

"It's the Langjun, and Han Xiang and the others!"

At this time, someone noticed this place and actually recognized Han Qi and others.

Officials from the Song Dynasty had to ride horses or walk to and from work, so their appearance naturally had nowhere to hide.

After a few hundred years, the sedan chair, which is currently the only thing that the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, will begin to appear. Officials rely on it to travel, and no one can see me when sitting inside.

You can't see me, you can't see me!

While the people cannot see them, they cannot see them either.

But Han Qi and others were guarding one person like stars. Who is this person?

"It's the official."

Someone shouted happily.

"I've seen the official family."

Everyone was in a hurry, bowing with their hands, bowing with their hands, bowing with their hands...

A child followed him to salute, but he fell down in panic and started to cry.

"I'll sell you if I cry again!"

His father was probably intimidating, and there were many children who had this kind of experience, so everyone didn't take it seriously.

"What are you trying to scare him?"

Zhao Zhen frowned, grabbed the little boy, and said with a smile: "But it hurts when it falls? Look, your hand is black, but it's not broken, it's okay."
To be continued...