"The Marquis of Jingyang is very handsome and uses poetry to describe people. Although the words and sentences are melancholy, the ambitions in his heart are fully visible. I thought you were only proficient in the art of studying things, but I didn't expect that poetry and lyrics were also very accomplished. As expected, he was born with a genius in the world, so people could not take it lightly."

"Sir, I praised you, but I just expressed my feelings for a moment!" Han Yue bowed gently, but the man stood by the cliff without moving.

The magistrate of Wannian County suddenly said: "Marty of Jingyang, I am not polite to you. I came here this time to misunderstand that you delayed the farming work, but I saw a treasure like sweet potato. I wanted to write to the court to promote it. I wonder what the Marty of Jingyang thought?"

"Not yet!" Han Yue shook his head slowly.

The county magistrate Wannian was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Why is this?"

Han Yue glanced at him and said lightly: "There are three reasons, there are many difficulties and the time has not come."

"I wonder what three reasons are there? What are the difficulties?" Wannian County Magistrate asked and said in a deep voice: "If it is just an ordinary matter, then the Marquis of Jingyang should not worry. Although I am only a fifth-rank official, I also have some weight in the court, which may help you solve it."

"Okay!" Han Yue laughed and said, "I really admire you for having such ambition."

"Marquis of Jingyang should not be polite, but let's talk about difficult things first!"

"Okay!" Han Yue nodded. He glanced at Wannian County Magistrate meaningfully and said with a smile: "The first difficulty is that I am the foundation of my foundation. If I spread the sweet potatoes now, I am afraid that the aristocratic family will take them away again! Sir, can you solve this problem?"

The face of the Wannian County Magistrate changed slightly.

Are the aristocratic families so easy to mess with?

The magnificent family has been passed down for thousands of years, and even His Majesty the Emperor has to deal with it carefully. He, a fifth-rank official, is not the opponent of those families.

He listened to Han Yue and said, "I must also know that I prepared a medicine to relieve heat. Not long ago, but I was targeted by the hungry wolf. In order to seize this object, they plotted and tricked one after another. If they hadn't acted cautiously, the grave grass would probably be very high now."

"Oh! Aristocratic family, aristocratic family..." The magistrate of Wannian sighed deeply and said angrily: "It's really hateful."

Han Yue said again: "The second difficulty is to push the court and stop it! You are dedicated to the people, but some people in the court may not be like this. Sweet potato has just been cultivated, and no one except me knows how its yield is. The so-called empty words are gone. What do you use to persuade those people to believe it? Just because of my name, Han Yue, has built a water truck..."

The face of the Wannian County Magistrate changed again.

Han Yue did not give him the opportunity to think and continued: "Even if these two difficulties can be solved, the third difficulty will limit the promotion of sweet potatoes."

The Wannian County Magistrate was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "Why is this?"

Han Yue smiled bitterly: "Because there is not enough grain!" He stared at the Wannian County Magistrate and joked: "I have more than ten million land in the Tang Dynasty, and I need so much grain. You can't let me transform out of thin air. I'm not a god..."

The Wannian County Magistrate was indeed asked.

The old man thought for a long time and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

He stroked the half of the roasted sweet potato stuffed into his arms, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "It turns out that good things are a lot, but I'm anxious!"

People are depressed by knowing that big things can be expected but they lack the east wind. This regret is really painful.

"Oh, if I had a bigger position, I might be able to give you more support..."

"It's good if you have the will, you don't need to complain too much!"

The magistrate of Wannian waved his hand and said in a depressed tone: "Well! Since this matter needs to be done slowly, I must not be in a hurry to achieve success. Marquis of Jingyang, if you have time in the future, you might as well come to the county government to gather. I will say goodbye!"

He didn't wait for Han Yue to stay, and after saying that, he turned around and walked. The mountain road was winding and staggering, and he would go down the mountain shortly afterwards. His figure gradually disappeared from Han Yue's sight...

...

A young beggar came quietly!

His eyes dodged a little, his face was also entangled, as if he was worried, so he mustered up the courage several times but did not dare to go forward and speak.

This young man was the one who had sent roasted sweet potatoes before. He was once praised by the Wannian County Magistrate as having extraordinary eloquence, but his physique was thin and rugged.

Han Yue stood beside the cliff with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and said lightly: "If you have something to say! I'm not a human-eating tiger, what are you so afraid of doing?"

The boy's face turned slightly red. He slowly moved closer and said carefully: "Mr. Marquis! The old man just now may not be wholeheartedly serving the people. Those who serve as officials have two faces. Don't be blinded by him!"

"Ha! You guy..." Han Yue laughed. He reached out and slapped the boy on the forehead, pretending to be unhappy and said, "I don't study well at a young age. There are not so many conspiracies in this world. You should think about the benefits of being a person and doing things. If you are always stubborn, what's the point of living?"

"But the marquis..." The young man wanted to persuade him, but Han Yue suddenly pulled him to the edge of the mountain and pointed to the foot of the mountain and said, "Look at the people working there, what do you think?"

"Thoughts?" The boy looked at the foot of the mountain with a blank look. He saw countless young wives working hard in the field, but he couldn't guess what Han Yue meant.

"I knew you didn't understand! Actually, I just realized it..." Han Yue sighed, and he held the boy with one hand and pointed the mountain at the foot of the mountain with one hand, and said with a little emotion: "Look at those hard-working people, they work hard for years, wind and rain in summer, snow in winter, and busy all year round, but the person who asked me just wanted to have a full meal. Isn't such a life very pitiful?"

The boy grabbed his forehead and said carefully: "Mr. Marquis, isn't people living for food? How can they be pitiful if they have food? When a villain begged, he once asked for leftovers and cold roasts to fill his stomach, he didn't know how happy he was."

"You little guy is so old that you dare to play tricks with me..." Han Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to pretend to be stupid and ignorant in front of me, thinking that I can get away with it in this way, making me think you are just an ordinary beggar?"

The boy's neck shrank, his eyes flashed a little and he didn't dare to look at him.

Han Yue yelled and laughed, "You don't have to be afraid. This marquis is an idle person. Only when you are full will you ask about your origin. As long as you stay here without any bad intentions, I don't care whether you were a prince or a noble before, this marquis really doesn't care."

The boy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he was worried in his heart, and finally he kept silent.

Han Yue didn't care about him and continued to talk about the previous topic, saying, "Aren't you afraid that the Wannian County Magistrate has another purpose? What's so scary? I'm afraid that he will steal the achievements of sweet potato promotion? Or is he afraid that he will collude with a noble family to harm me? Let me tell you the truth, Marquis, I deliberately let him know..."

"Ah?" The young man looked dazed in his eyes, looked at Han Yue in a daze, and said in confusion: "Why is this!"

"Hehehehe!" Han Yue smiled wickedly and said proudly: "Little guy, you still have some learning!"

He glanced slightly, landed on the two red-clothed cannons, and a meaningful arc curled up the corner of his mouth.

The Wannian County Magistrate should not be a bad person.

Since you are not a bad person, you are a good official.

What a good official says is easier for people to believe!

Han Yue wanted to use the word of Wannian County Magistrate to reveal his reputation as sweet potatoes, which just seduced some people to die.

My red cannon is already hungry and thirsty!
Chapter completed!