Although Lin Xuan did not know what Lu Yuan and Li Shimin said, but Li Shimin did not continue to talk about this matter, it is not difficult to guess what agreement Li Shimin and Lu Yuan reached.
He no longer has to worry about the follow-up to this matter.
After leaving Chang'an City, riding horses galloping around half a stick of incense, Zhouzhuang came into view in the distance.
The cotton has been planted for more than a month and has already bloomed with light yellow flowers.
At first, many people came to watch it. After all, only the palace and the homes of some dignitaries would grow this stuff before.
Now that they have such a good opportunity, they naturally want to appreciate it.
As the saying goes, rare things are valuable.
Although cotton cannot be said to be all over the mountains and plains, there is a lot of it in the wastelands and hillsides near Zhouzhuang.
Except for the strange look at the beginning, no common people came now.
To be honest, cotton flowers have no fragrance and are not pretty.
The reason why they are planted in the palace is because it is rare.
However, Lin Xuan smiled when he saw the cotton swaying in the wind.
After the cotton is harvested, people will see the benefits of cotton and will definitely rush to plant it.
This thing does not need to be planted too much. People only need to plant some in wasteland, which is enough for a family to make a few cotton-padded clothes and quilts.
What makes Lin Xuan most happy is the corn. At this time, the corn cobs produced by the corn have already exposed the corn ears.
Lin Xuan's mouth watered when he thought about the smell of boiled corn.
It is best to choose corn that is not fully cooked. This kind of corn will be sticky and waxy when cooked, and it will also have the unique sweetness of corn.
Otherwise, when the corn gets old, you will have to grind it into flour to make cakes.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan simply stopped, handed the horse to the soldiers, and walked into the field.
The corn fields are well taken care of, with no weeds visible, which shows the hard work of the people of Zhouzhuang.
In fact, when corn is small, weeds need to be cleaned frequently to prevent weeds from competing with the corn for nutrients.
A month after the corn is planted, you no longer need to clean it so frequently. You only need to clean up some larger weeds.
Lin Xuan had told the people of Zhouzhuang about this before, but the people of Zhouzhuang would still clean it up in a few days.
Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh that the people of this era are really hardworking and simple.
Choosing the largest corn cob, Lin Xuan broke it off and peeled off the outer layer, revealing the light yellow corn kernels inside.
Lin Xuan pinched the corn with his hand and found that it had not hardened. He couldn't help but smile.
Corn is truly ripe when it hardens, so it can be stored for a long time as long as it is exposed to the sun for a while after harvesting.
But the corn at this time is very tender, so cooking corn is very suitable.
Lin Xuan put aside the corn in his hand and began to choose the larger ones and break them.
The first thing he picked was the largest one, which was the most suitable now. He was worried that the smaller corn kernels would not be fully grown.
Liu Da initially thought that Lin Xuan was just going to see how the corn was growing, so he waited on the side. When he saw Lin Xuan picking up the corn, handing the horse to the soldiers at the side, taking off his saber, he went over to help.
Lin Xuan quickly stopped Liu Da. Liu Da had grown five big and three thick corns before, but he had never planted corn before, and he didn't do it lightly or lightly. If he broke a few corns at once, he might not be able to plant them in this field.
The people of this land are heartbroken to death.
Lin Xuan picked the big ones and broke them off, and after a while he broke off dozens of them before stopping.
These are enough for his family, so there is no need to break off too much.
Just when Lin Xuan was about to ask Liu to shout to some soldiers to take the corn back, he heard the soldiers on the road shout: "What do you want to do?"
Lin Xuan was a little surprised. Could it be that there were assassins?
He no longer cared about the corn on the ground and did not dare to leave it in the corn.
Although there is corn cover here, the gap between the corn planting is not small, and since he is tall, the corn cannot completely hide his figure.
On the contrary, if there is an assassin hiding in the cornfield, it would be dangerous to shoot him with cold arrows.
The road outside is much higher than the cornfield and is protected by soldiers, which makes it safer.
When they got to the road, Lin Xuan realized that he had overthought it. There were no assassins, but a dozen bankers with hoes, confronting his soldiers.
Those farmers looked familiar to Lin Xuan, as they seemed to be people from Zhouzhuang.
Lin Xuan was worried that something had happened and said loudly: "What's going on?"
"Master Hou?"
The farmers heard the sound and were a little surprised when they saw Lin Xuan.
Although the folk customs in ancient times were relatively simple, life was relatively difficult. In addition, there are some idle people in any era, who often steal from the banker when it is about to mature.
This situation usually occurs at night and rarely during the day.
Although it is said to be very few, it does not mean that there are none.
Therefore, when the banker is about to mature, each village will arrange people to patrol around.
The person responsible for watching here saw dozens of people riding horses in the distance. They stayed here for a while and quickly called some people to come over and take a look.
If they were ordinary, they would naturally know Lin Xuan's personal soldiers.
After all, those soldiers are all wearing armor.
However, due to special circumstances these days, Lin Xuan asked his soldiers to wear civilian clothes.
Lin Xuan had more than 500 soldiers, and each time he led a different group of people. This also caused the people of Zhouzhuang to not recognize him, and this was the scene before him.
After figuring out the situation, Lin Xuan realized that it was a false alarm. Fortunately, these people were armed with hoes. If they had been armed with knives and guns, his soldiers would have fired arrows.
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Everyone, it's my fault. I wanted to break some corn to taste it, but I forgot to notify you, which shocked everyone."
"No, no, no, the Marquis said something serious. It was us who disturbed the Marquis." The common people said quickly.
"Who planted this land?" Lin Xuan asked.
A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a dark complexion and a thin body, said with some anxiety: "Go back to Mr. Marquis, this land was planted by a young man."
He didn't know if there was something he hadn't done well.
Although no matter how good the corn cultivation is, it is not as good as his, but the Lin Mansion has said that if you grow it, you will not only get free rent, but you will also get rewards.
He cares more about this corn than other fields where food is grown.
I came to check it out in two days, and he cleared the weeds in the field as soon as they appeared.
Lin Xuan saw that the old man was a little nervous and said with a smile: "You are good at planting. I broke some from your field. I will ask someone to send you some money later. I bought it. What is your name?"
When the old man heard Lin Xuan praising him for his good corn cultivation, a smile appeared on his dark face. When he heard that Lin Xuan wanted to give him money, he quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, this is originally planted for the Hou Mansion, how can you ask for it?"
Mr. Hou’s money.”
The Lin family asked the people of Zhouzhuang to grow some corn so that they would not have to pay rent.
Although growing corn requires some land, they still make money compared to the rent they pay.
Lin Xuan smiled and said: "You are good at growing corn, and this is what I reward you for."
When the old man heard what Lin Xuan said, he said with some embarrassment: "My name is Zhou Laosan. Thank you Lord Marquis for the reward."