Seeing the King of Baekje's expression change, but he remained silent.
Fang Er's expression shifted instantly.
His eyes glared furiously at the King of Baekje, and he shouted sternly.
It seemed the King of Baekje was reluctant to part with it?
The King of Baekje shivered.
This junior king has indeed never heard of such a fruit as persimmons in our country.
This junior king is willing to offer all the land of our country, only begging your Lordship to spare this junior king's life.
Having said that, he took out the seal of the King of Baekje from his怀, and held it with both hands, handing it towards Fang Er.
The Yan Yun cavalry looked at Fang Er, and without receiving orders, they stood there motionless.
Fang Er shook his head.
This seal of yours was personally bestowed by the former Emperor, therefore, this Lord cannot accept it.
Since you say Baekje has no persimmons, then let this Lord's men find them themselves!
Ten days later, this Lord will send troops to take over the cities of Baekje.
You may rest assured and continue to be the King of Baekje.
Once the persimmons are found, this Lord will withdraw his troops.
Thus, please return, King of Baekje. Make proper arrangements for your subordinates, as this Lord does not wish for any conflict to occur then!
After speaking, he turned and walked back to the pickup truck.
Cheng Yaojin looked at him and said with a smile.
What? Not fighting anymore?
Fang Er shook his head and said dejectedly.
What's the point of fighting? Let's go back and send troops to take over the cities.
Meng Zi, drive.
The pickup truck started and drove onto the road back.
After passing Kaesong,
Let the Third Battalion and the Artillery Battalion walk slowly on their own.
The convoy, carrying over thirty thousand treasures plundered from Silla, picked up speed and began to race.
In just a day and a half, they returned to Shenyang City.
Cheng Yaojin held his waist and got off the pickup truck.
Ow! I've been sitting in the car these past few days, and my back can't take it anymore.
Brother, your old brother will go find someone to give you a massage. I'll be going now!
Saying that, he walked into Shenyang City without looking back.
Fang Er was a bit speechless.
Aren't you afraid that word will get to Cheng Chumou's ears!
As expected, the rot starts at the top!
However, speaking of which, are there such places in Shenyang City?
Why doesn't this Lord know about them?
He had Liu Meng take him back to the Chen residence and then let him go arrange the convoy.
Hearing the sound of the pickup truck outside, Xiao Qing hurriedly came out from the courtyard.
Young master, you must be tired after traveling for so many days.
Fang Er smiled at her.
Tired? What's there to be tired about? Your young master has brought back a vast territory for our Great Tang!
Saying that, he gently flicked Xiao Qing's nose with his hand.
Xiao Qing was accustomed to his gesture.
She just turned her head slightly red and walked in front.
Upon reaching the courtyard, she helped Fang Er remove his outer coat.
She then hurried to the kitchen to boil water for Fang Er's bath.
Sitting in the bathtub, Fang Er also felt a slight pain in his waist.
He looked at Xiao Qing with a mischievous smile and said.
Come here, Qing'er, give your young master a massage on his lower back.
Xiao Qing walked forward, stood outside the bathtub, and gently massaged him with her hands.
Mmm, that's comfortable!
Feeling the softness and warmth of the jade hands from behind.
Fang Er exhaled, saying relaxedly.
However, this tone sounded rather off to Xiao Qing's ears.
This tone, it's so familiar!
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An hour later.
Fang Er felt extremely relaxed, put on his clothes again, and walked out of the room.
Xiao Qing followed him, her face flushed.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
Young master, we received a letter from home, I'll go get it for you.
After a while, she returned to the courtyard with a letter and handed it to Fang Er, who was sitting on a lounge chair.
Fang Er opened the letter and read it.
Wow!
Indeed, those breeding fields did not disappoint his hopes.
The hundred mu of wheat, due to Old Man Ma's meticulous care, yielded nearly eighty thousand catties of wheat seeds!
When the harvest was brought in, the entire court was astonished!
Emperor Li Shimin personally led the officials to the site, and five thousand imperial guards tightly cordoned off the breeding fields.
Old Man Ma proudly explained his management experience over the past half-year to Li Shimin.
For example, the differences between the new wheat seeds and the original wheat seeds of the Great Tang.
For example, how much fertilizer was applied and how many times water was given to these breeding fields.
And so on.
Fang Xuanling, along with officials from the Ministry of Revenue, meticulously recorded everything, lest a single word be missed.
Eighty thousand catties of wheat seeds.
By autumn sowing, it could be used to plant over three thousand mu of land.
This way, by Zhenguan two, with this yield, they would be able to harvest enough wheat seeds to sow one hundred thousand mu of land!
After another year of propagation in Zhenguan three, it would be sufficient for the entire Great Tang!
Li Shimin attached great importance to this.
Out of caution against the powerful aristocratic families,
He directly had a large granary built near the breeding fields.
These wheat seeds were sealed and stored on-site, guarded day and night by three thousand imperial guards!
Fang Er was amused.
He wondered what reaction Li Er would have if he knew about the potatoes, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins outside Shenyang City.
After thinking about it, there was basically nothing left to do in Shenyang.
He then looked at Xiao Qing.
Qing'er, do you want to go home?
Xiao Qing was startled.
Young master, are we returning to Chang'an?
Fang Er smiled.
Things here have basically stabilized, let's drive back to Chang'an, and also, give His Majesty some more surprises.
Xiao Qing clapped her hands happily.
Okay, okay, Qing'er misses Wang Cai too.