Since the fish were put in the Guantian field, it has become the most lively place every day. No matter who it is, as long as you have time, you must go to the Guantian field to see if the fish are dead.

The people of Wannian County are even more concerned about this matter. Some people even go and take a look every day before leaving with satisfaction.

The fish have been living well in the rice fields. Although they struggle on the line of life and death every day, they have been living no matter what, and they seem to be a little bigger.

County Magistrate Tang would also go to see it once every day. Every time he saw it, he would sigh with pain and joy. If the fish is not dead, then he will die himself.

Mrs. Tang looked at the entangled old man and couldn't help but persuade: "Old man, admit defeat, you can't beat Prince Xiaoyao."

But the old Tanger was stubborn. Although he had a premonition in his heart, he still insisted: "No, continue to raise it. I want to see if those fish can live for a year and whether they can grow up."

"Oh, why are you so stubborn? The King of Xiaoyao has invented so many things. When did you see him really wrong? What's the benefit of continuing to do it?"

"What do you, a woman, know? I just want to be responsible for the people under my rule. What's wrong with this? Is there anything wrong?"

"You have the right, you know a lot, you know a lot, you'll do it." Mrs. Tang, who was kind to be regarded as a donkey, rolled her eyes away in anger, leaving the county magistrate Tang sitting there alone sighing.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and Xiao Tang, the youngest son of the county magistrate Tang, appeared at the door of the room. He looked at the old man with an unpleasant expression, opened his mouth but stopped talking, but didn't say anything.

County Magistrate Tang looked at his son coldly and showed his majesty as a father: "Why, are you here to see my joke?"

"That, no." Xiao Tang shook his head, leaned behind the old man, and slapped his father in a flattering manner and pressed his father's shoulder. After a while, he said tentatively: "Dad, I want to go to Xiaoyao Palace to find an errand."

Old Tang's body suddenly stiffened, just when Xiao Tang thought the old man would be furious and was about to run away, he heard him say, "Have you really decided?"

Xiao Tang didn't run away and didn't dare not answer his father's question. He could only say with a stingy forehead: "Child..., Child just wants to hear his father's opinion."

To Xiao Tang's expectations, Lao Tang did not stop him, but just sighed and said, "You don't have to consider this matter. Although my father had a bet with King Xiaoyao, it was just a matter of government affairs and had nothing to do with other things. And it's actually good for you to go to his place. At least you can learn something, which will be good for your future."

"Dad, what do you mean is that you don't object to my past?" Xiao Tang asked in surprise.

Old Tang nodded: "Well, I don't object, but you don't let your own temperament do it. Listen to other people's opinions more in everything, do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand." Comrade Xiao Tang lit his head quickly, as if he was afraid that the old man would regret it.

"Oh..." Old Tang'er looked at his son's back as he walked away and sighed again.

Since King Xiaoyao received his fiefdom, Lao Tang found that he had inexplicably fallen in love with sighs. In the past year, he sighed more than he had in the past many years.

It seems that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, but who can really ignore their children and only care about themselves? Old Tang has basically been like this in his life. It is probably not easy to ease the relationship with Li Muyun.

But he had to worry about his children and hand over his son to Li Muyun, which could be considered an investment. Even if he loses a bet in the future and is given a leniency to the border, at least his son can stay in Chang'an under the protection of Li Muyun, without having to follow him to the border to suffer.

At this moment, Old Tang already had a premonition that he wanted to lose, but he just gave up because he was not good at face value and just wanted to live a day of life with the idea of ​​dragging it out.

Xiao Tang came out of the old man's room and left the house excitedly. As soon as he left the door, he saw Li Muyun and a young man waiting aside, so he ran up with a smile and greeted him: "Prince, brother."

"What's wrong? Uncle agrees?" the young man asked Xiao Tang with a smile.

"Well, I agree!" Xiao Tang nodded and said excitedly: "What should I do next? I saw that the old man seemed to be very confused, so I told him directly that I was afraid that the old man would not be able to stand it."

Li Muyun smiled and took over the conversation: "Take it slow, County Magistrate Tang is a responsible and good official, don't force it too much."

The young man nodded in agreement: "Well, uncle's personality is indeed a bit stubborn. I'm afraid it will take some time to change his mind."

Li Muyun changed the topic: "Songling, I can't be anxious about this matter. Why don't we go to the fields to take a look?"

"Okay." The young man called Songling smiled and nodded.

Tang Songling, the eldest son of Tang Jian's family, was ordered by his son to mediate the relationship between Li Muyun and the Tang County Magistrate. After all, they were a family, and Tang Shangshu could not see his distant brother without a chance.

Li Muyun had no objection to this. Although County Magistrate Tang did not act according to his wishes, he was undeniable that he was a good official. If he was exiled to Lingnan for a bet that had no special significance, it would be a bit unreasonable.

So he hit it off with Tang Songling, and the two found the youngest son of the magistrate Tang and asked him to act as an intermediary, under the banner of working in the Xiaoyao Palace, to test the meaning of the magistrate Tang.

Of course, Tang Songling did not only use his personal identity when dating with Li Muyun. Apart from Tang Jian's son, he was also the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple. Although he was in charge of rituals and music, this time he was sent by Li Er to Wannian County to supervise the fish farming in rice fields.

It can be seen from this that Li Er actually did not want to exile the Tang County Magistrate who had been in Wannian County for three years because of a bet. While Tang Songling was allowed to supervise, he also had the intention of easing the conflict between the two families.

The group of three talked about the interesting things that happened in Chang'an City recently, walked out of the city together, and waited near Guantian, and unexpectedly found that countless people were watching.

Curiously, the three of them walked up, but heard someone shouting there: "Look, are the rice here different from what we planted?"

"There is nothing different, aren't it all rice?!" A voice full of energy came from the crowd.
Chapter completed!