"Erlang, you came back with General Yuchi to persuade us to move."

Du Ruhui's uncle is named Du Ming. He is now 77 years old and has a prestige in charge of the family.

Du Ruhui ranks second in the family. There was an elder brother killed by Wang Shichong, and his younger brother Du Chuke is now in the court, so everyone in the tribe called Du Ruhui Erlang.

Du Ruhui hurriedly dismounted and saluted the uncle and the clan elders, "That's right, my nephew knew that my uncle had always been law-abiding, and my people in Dujiazhuang were all reasonable people and would not stop the court from governing for no reason, so I came to inquire."

Old Du Ming nodded and said, "Even if you don't come back, we will go to find you in the past two days. General Yuchi has also come. The person who comes is a guest. Please come in and talk to me. This matter is indeed a cause."

At the home of the clan leader Du Ming, several clan elders, Du Ruhui and Yuchi Gong were present, while the rest of the villagers were listening quietly in the yard, fearing that a noise would disturb the guests.

Du Ming got up in the middle, walked over and bowed to Yuchi Gong: "General Yuchi, I have delayed your demolition order. I apologized on behalf of Dujiazhuang."

Faced with such old man Su, even ordinary Tang Dynasty elderly people, Yuchi Gong dared not disrespect the elders, let alone Du Ruhui's uncle.

He quickly got up and grabbed it, and advised: "You are so polite. Someone is a rough person and only knows how to move. Keming reminded me that there is a hidden truth in this matter, so I hope the elders will tell you the reason for refusing to relocate."

Du Ming nodded, and did not hide it anymore, and said directly: "Immortal Grain, we want Immortal Grain!"

...After a moment of rubbing, Du Ruhui had already stood up, and Yuchi Gong was also a little strange, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

"Uncle, you won't be unaware of the importance of immortal grain. This is the lifeblood of the people of the Tang Dynasty. This thing is still in the breeding stage. No one except the court dares to get involved. How dare you ask for immortal grain?" Du Ruhui asked.

A clan elder stood up and shouted, "Bastard Erlang, how dare you talk to the clan leader like this? He is your uncle, Guawazi. After being an official for a few days, he will not recognize his ancestors?"

"The state affairs are of great importance. In front of the heroic spirits of our ancestors, Du Ruhui dared not show favoritism. He also asked his uncle to give us an explanation."

Du Ruhui, who was full of righteousness, exuded his might and his righteousness, which made everyone in the field cheer up. The appearance of a country was indeed extraordinary. Old Du Ming nodded and said, "It is worthy of being a descendant of the Du family, Erlang did nothing wrong.

Maybe I am inappropriate in the statement. My husband means that the people of Dujiazhuang do not want to move, but want to stay to help breed immortal grains.

The imperial court cleared Chang'an County just to keep the fairy grain confidential so as not to be stolen by traitors.

But I heard that Your Majesty wants to buy 100,000 mu of land. You must have farmers farming and working and serving fairy grains. Anyway, someone needs to come and breed. Everyone in Dujiazhuang is innocent and devoted to the country. They help farming here and don’t have to move out of their ancestral land. Isn’t it the best of both worlds?”

this……

Du Ruhui and Yuchi Gong looked at each other and let out a long sigh. It turned out that it was this one, and they thought it was for something else.

"Uncle, I'm afraid you always want to get in touch with fairy grains earlier. You don't have to slander and try planting them when you plant them at home in the future. You always love grains as your life, and your nephew can tell you clearly."

"Boy, is it wrong for me to love food? Without me, you guys would have starved to death long ago. You don't know that the firewood and rice are expensive, so we are all."

Yuchi Gong laughed and said, "Okay, Brother Daike Ming of a certain family has agreed to this matter. Dujiazhuang is dedicated to the country. His actions are touching. I believe that even if Your Majesty knows, he will give an order to agree."

"Jingde, you...

Oh, uncle, why do you need to do this? Although cultivating immortal grain is a great achievement, wouldn’t you make me favoritism? Besides, the nephew has the final say who to plant and maintain it in the court.”

Yuchi Gong pulled Du Ruhui over, and he knew in his heart that the people of Dujiazhuang were not only for food, but also wanted this contribution. In the future, 10% of the immortal grain breeding may be rewarded, and perhaps they will be appointed as officials to promote grain cultivation in various places. This old man has a long-standing experience.

"Keming, you are so long-winded, a small matter. You and I will go to your Majesty now. When Jian Zhi comes back, he will tell him, who is not using it? Don't worry about using it for your own people."

Du Ruhui had no choice but to look at the enthusiastic Yuchi Gong and the expectant tribe members in the courtyard, nodded helplessly: "Okay, but we are currently demolition and immigrants, so we can't make a spy. Let's move out first. When recruiting fairy grain growers in the future, I will ask Your Majesty for instructions."

"Okay, if you have to, you will follow yours. As long as we can farm, we will do it."

Yuchi Gong went back to talk to Li Eryi, and Li Er laughed in an instant and said that Du Ruhui was too rigid and that this was a good thing. There was a saying in ancient times that he would not avoid relatives, but Keming became confused at this time.

In the following two days, Yuchi Gong led the army of Youwuhou to sort out the entire Chang'an County to ensure that there was no one in the entire Chang'an County and became a completely independent 100,000-acre planting area. He also sent a large army to knock down rural buildings outside the city to ensure that all the surrounding fertile fields can be seen from the top of the city.

As everything went smoothly in Chang'an, the grain protection team that had gone through thousands of difficulties and dangers finally returned to the territory of Chang'an. On that day, Emperor Li Er did not wear a dragon robe, but had a full set of armor, and even carried a filial cloth on his head, and personally welcomed him twenty miles away.

All the officials also dressed up and welcomed the army for thirty miles to welcome the return of the army.

The grain protection team has now more than 80,000 regular troops and more than 100,000 people, totaling about 200,000 people. The moment they met the officials, the army of the people spontaneously lined up in two lines, from thirty miles to twenty miles, directly handed over to the people of Chang'an led by Emperor Li Er. From the sky, it looked like a flesh-and-blooded Great Wall escorting the grain transport team on both sides.

Hou Junji and Bai Fan were the chief and deputy commanders of the army respectively. At this time, one of them was holding a pair of armor with a box on it. Bai Fan was wearing mourning clothes, Hou Junji and the army were wearing mourning clothes. The two were walking in the front, behind Li Chengqian in the middle, followed by Jin Li Jiancheng, Qi Li Yuanji, Chu Li Yuanba, and behind were Qin Shubao, Xue brothers, Cheng Huaimo and other generals, plus thousands of soldiers, except Li Cheng, everyone else was holding a pair of armor with a box on it.

Bai Fan looked at the emperor Li Er who could not wait to quickly arrive in front of him, lowered his head and said softly to the box in his arms: "Brother Zhang, you're back home!"

Hou Junji shouted: "Your Majesty, Xuanjia Army, are back!"

In one sentence, the emotions of everyone in the field were ignited instantly. Whether it was the people on both sides or the officials who came to greet them, they all knelt down at the thousands of people in front of the army. There were the ashes of the Xuanjia Army and the soldiers who sacrificed their food.

Li Er could no longer help but push away the left and right guards and stumbled over. He fell three times in just one hundred meters, fell three times and got up by himself. Finally, he arrived in front of Hou Junji and Bai Fan.

Looking at the two familiar names on the two boxes, looking at the familiar dark green armor under the box, tears flowed out from Li Er's eyes.

As an emperor, he can cry but never cry. In the characters of Xuanjia Army, there is only blood sacrifice, no tears and crying.

After a long time, Li Erqiang held on to the thousands of people in front of him and saluted, "Li Shimin, Xuanjia Army, come to welcome the robes home!"

Then he raised the sword that he had been fighting with him for many years, and shouted to the sky: "The Xuan Armor will not die, and the heroic spirit will last forever!"

Then thousands of people shouted, "The Xuan Armor will not die, and the heroic spirit will last forever!"

Then the people, soldiers, officials, and more and more people shouted like tide waves, one wave higher than another, and spread far and far away. At this time, the sky seemed to have become darker because of the sadness of the whole audience. Perhaps, this is the return of the heroes and watching this scene.
Chapter completed!