The two went to Changshou Palace to accompany the Empress Dowager for lunch. After dinner, Chu Fengyuan went to the imperial study to handle political affairs, while Fu Tian was left by the Empress Dowager to speak.

Since the drought, the cost in the harem has become much more frugal. The empress dowager is polite to the emperor and even closes the theater. She usually appreciates flowers or goes to the temple to worship Buddha and pray for blessings.

Now that Fu Tian is back, it is rare to have a likable child to talk to, so the empress dowager naturally wants to take the opportunity to stay in the palace for a few days.

When Fu Tian heard that the Empress Dowager didn't even listen to her favorite storytelling, she deliberately picked up interesting stories from Changliu County to tell her. The whole story of Changliu County was very smooth. Fu Tian deliberately picked up the good ones and made the Empress Dowager smile in a short while.

After dinner in the afternoon, the empress dowager vaguely remembered that her youngest son had brought something back, so she asked Madam Wang to take the bag over.

She smiled and said, "Feng Zhang has been in the border for so many years, and has never seen him send a letter to Qingyang during the war. Now he has a lover, but he is becoming more and more considerate."

Fu Tian's eyes shiny, taking the bag handed over by Madam Wang, and listening to the queen mother's jokes and pursing her lips, she blushed a little.

The Queen Mother looked at him, smiled and turned back to the bedroom, "You can see by yourself, the Ai family will go back to the bedroom to rest first."

Fu Tian took her back with the package. After she left, she put the bag on the table and carefully untied it. It was soft inside and didn't know what to pretend.

The bag cloth was untied, and a letter was placed on the top. The mouth was solemnly sealed with hot paint. Fu Tian opened it, and there were only two lines of words on the letter paper. It was his familiar handwriting, but it was much more regular than usual. "I miss you, do you miss me?"

And a sentence, “Wait for me to come back.”

The handwriting on the letter paper is much more restrained. Compared with the wild cursive script in the past, it is not difficult to see the seriousness of the person who wrote the letter. Although he only said two short sentences, he was like a piece of candy, which was sweet to his heart, and he couldn't even suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Fu Tian read the letter several times, then carefully folded it aside, and brought it back with the envelope. Another piece of white wolf skin was brought back. The wolf skin had been made of nitrogen, and the white hair tips were faintly ink. The wolf skin was not as soft as the fox skin, but thick and warm. When you stroked your palms, you felt a sense of solid warmth.

After staying in the palace for one night, Fu Tian returned to the Marquis' Mansion first. The Empress Dowager wanted to keep him for two more days, but when she thought that her mother was waiting at home, she changed her words and told him to always enter the palace.

Fu Tian returned to Kanglehou Mansion with a warm wolf skin.

When they came back, they first met Fu Youqin. After dinner, the mother and son talked about Changliu County, and then Fu Tian was put back to rest.

The wolf skin brought back was spread on the low couch beside the window of the outer room. The wolf skin was not soft enough and was not suitable for making clothes, but it was very thick and warm to make mattresses. Fu Tian was used to reading books on the low couch, so he simply spread it on the low couch.

It was November. Although the weather was not as cold as last year, the winter in the north was definitely not warm. Fu Tian changed into light clothes, Dai Fu put a stove by the window, and he leaned on the couch to read a book.

Fu Tian leaned against the big pillow and rubbed the thick plush leather mattress at the bottom of his feet. When he thought of the person who delivered the mattress, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift up slightly, and even the boring farm books became interesting.

After returning from Changliu County, Fu Tian also collected a lot of agricultural books that he had not read before. Most of them explained some farming methods, and a few of them also wrote about farmland water conservancy and farming equipment.

Nowadays, rice cultivation methods are mostly passed down by word of mouth by word of farmers and impart their own experience to future generations. Some people have compiled these experiences into books, but most people still rely on experiences passed down from generation to generation. Few people read books. Instead, Fu Tian accidentally discovered these books and brought them back to read them slowly.

In fact, when he was in Changliu County, he was thinking about this problem. The drought in my memory ended in the eighth year of Pingchu. The situation next year may be more severe. However, most of the stored grain he hoarded was reduced, and the national treasury was almost empty. If you want the people to survive this natural disaster safely, the only way is to find a way to make the rice survive in such bad weather and produce more grain.

If the harvest is successful next year, the natural disaster will be overcome smoothly.

That's why he found a large number of agricultural books and tried to find better ways to make rice grow from the experiences of his predecessors.

Since the rice seeds offered by the old farmer can grow better than the previous rice seeds, he will definitely be able to cultivate rice seeds that grow better than they are now.

However, Fu Tian searched through these books of his predecessors, but he did not find an effective way to do it. He put down the books in his hand. He sighed tiredly, and subconsciously reached out to grab the long-lived lock hanging on his chest.

The silver long-lived lock was still warm with the body. Fu Tian unconsciously rubbed it. Suddenly, he had a light of inspiration and jumped up from the short couch, ran into the inner room barefoot, and flipped out the booklet left by his ancestor again.

This booklet records many things about the origin. Fu Tian followed his memory and saw the previous page that said, "The Origin of the Great Demon can help other similar people to enlighten their spiritual wisdom, or increase their cultivation, etc.

As his fingers slid across the line of words, Fu Tian suddenly remembered that he had unconsciously let a peony grow branches and leaves in advance. If... if he only used a little bit of the original power, would he be able to make these ordinary rice seeds grow faster and better?

The heart was beating pounding. Fu Tian found an embroidery needle, opened the longevity lock, and took out the shell of the original fruit placed therein.

This was originally a full fruit, but now it is only a layer of green jade-like shell. However, even so, it still has powerful power. The power of its origin can enable the same kind to enlighten their wisdom. If it is used properly, it may really make these rice seeds grow better.

Among the demon clan, if the spiritual intelligence is activated, it cannot be killed at will. However, if the spiritual intelligence is not activated, both humans and the same kind of monster can be dealt with at will. If explained according to the rules followed by the demon clan, it can be called "fate".

Fu Tian held the "green jade" in his palm, put on his outer robe and walked out quickly. As long as he controlled this degree, he could solve his current extreme anxiety.

He hurriedly called the sedan chair to take him into the palace. After walking halfway, Fu Tian remembered to find a suitable reason. He made up a random reason to go to the palace and chatted with the queen mother for a while before he found the opportunity to sneak into the imperial garden to meet the old yushu.

Old Yushu hadn't seen him for a long time, and he was very happy to see him again. Fu Tian suppressed his inner excitement and first conveyed his ancestors' expectations for it. When Old Yushu was obviously happy, he carefully raised his own question.

Although it is said that the demon clan does not care about his fellow people who have not yet developed their wisdom, Fu Tian was not sure whether Lao Yushu would care, so he was particularly nervous about asking.

"Do you want to use the power of the origin to make the rice grow better, but you don't want those rice to be enlightened?" Lao Yushu asked in surprise.

Fu Tian nodded and explained: "The weather is dry for a long time, and the food stockpiling is gradually consumed. If you don't find a way to make the rice harvest smoothly, you will be very sad next year."

Old Yushu pondered for a while and said, "You can't control the power of the original source. If you can take out the origin of Mu Dan, you can find a way to dilute the power."

Fu Tian was surprised, "Dilute?"

Old Yushu was also a little uncertain, "I only heard that if you swallow the origin of the great demon, you can obtain the same cultivation as it. Even if you just encounter it, you will get a lot of benefits."

Fu Tian was silent for a while when he heard this, subconsciously rubbed the long life lock on his neck, and after a moment he thanked Lao Yushu, then left the palace again, and hurried to the village outside the city.

The manager at the village did not expect that he would come suddenly, and then he was shocked and respectfully welcomed the person in.

This farmhouse was bought by the way after buying a dowry for Fu Shuyue. The house was not very exquisite, but it was considered decent.

Fu Tian asked the manager Zhuangzi to set up a yard for him, and asked him to prepare a lot of rice seeds to send them. In order to facilitate his own experiments, he specially asked the manager to set up a warm tent in the middle of the yard, and a warm stove was placed in the four corners of the tent, and the paddy fields were imitated and the fields were reclaimed.

After everything was ready, Fu Tian sent away the manager and his servants, and only said that he had discovered a new breeding method and wanted to try it out.

After confirming that everyone had left, Fu Tian took off his thick outer robe, rolled up his wide sleeves and tied them with a cloth belt, went to the lake to bring a bucket of water, then took out the source, and quickly rinsed it in the wooden barrel.

After hearing what Lao Yushu said, he came up with this solution, so he came to the village to try it out.

Not knowing how to control this degree, he prepared to try it little by little, rinsing the origin repeatedly in the bucket, but found no changes. Fu Tian nervously wrapped the rice seeds in breathable gauze and hung them lightly below the water surface.

A warm stove was lit in the tent, which was very warm. If the power of the original source could work, it should sprout soon.

Fu Tian stared at the bucket with a wrong look. After about three hours, he took out the rice seeds and found that the rice crust had turned white.

The rice seeds were spread flat on the ground and dried, then sowed them directly in small fields that were cultivated on the spot, sprinkled with straw ash and covered them. Fu Tian clapped his hands and rolled up his pants with muddy water. He didn't care about the dirty ones on his face and hands. He took a pen to record them in the booklet, and then fed a bucket of water again and soaked another batch of rice seeds according to law.

The water source and fields of rice seeds are the same. The only difference is the soaking time of the origin in the water, which takes place from a moment to half an hour. Fu Tian made a record and was busy until the night before finally planting all the rice seeds.

Manager Zhuangzi was waiting tremblingly outside the yard. The boss suddenly came over and locked himself in the yard without saying anything. He didn't even let his servants go in to serve him. Manager was afraid that something would happen to him inside.

Fu Tian's clothes were covered in mud and water. He had never been to farmland before. Even if he read many books, he was just talking about it on paper. Now he went to the field by himself. Although he had successfully sowed the seeds, he almost turned himself into a mud monkey.

When the manager saw him choked up, he thought, could he really come to try planting rice seeds?

Fu Tian saw him standing in the cold wind with a lantern, smiled, raised his hand to wrap his cotton robe tighter, "Why is the manager still here?"

The manager reacted and quickly stepped forward to follow the road ahead for him, "I saw that the boss had not come out yet, and I was a little worried, so I stayed here."

Fu Tian nodded, thanked him, and put his cold hands into his sleeves, "It's okay, tomorrow I'll ask someone to look at the stove and rice fields in the tent. If rice seeds are planted in the fields, don't freeze."
Chapter completed!