I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country - Chap 166
Gu Yuanbai forced him to listen to the story about sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn for ten days.
Say it over and over again. During the day, she sat on Xue Yuan’s back and talked while he was doing push-ups. Xue Yuan never knew that the Holy One could speak so well. His eyes were dull and he was out of his mind from being talked about.
In addition to talking, Gu Yuanbai also took him to the ground.
The cherished grain seeds were planted in a heavily guarded area in the palace, and Gu Yuanbai had to visit them every day. He and Xue Yuan stepped on a foot of mud, and their hands and bodies were covered with splashes of mud. Because Xue Yuan had been following Gu Yuanbai, he even had marks on his face from the back of Gu Yuanbai’s dragon boots. of mud.
“Get out of here,” the Holy Lord, who was bending down to look at the seedlings, turned to glare at him, “Don’t get so close to me.”
Xue Yuan took a stingy step back and looked around, “Your Majesty, two of the three plots of land have sprouted seedlings, why is there still no movement at all?”
The smiling Gu Yuanbai’s eyebrows were filled with worry. He looked at the motionless piece of land and sighed, “Probably dead.”
“What’s being grown on that field?”
“Potatoes,” even though they used the most fertile land and took care of the most meticulous farmers, they still weren’t grown. “The seeds should have dried to death by the time they reach Daheng.”
Potatoes, no one knows its benefits better than Gu Yuanbai.
He felt really uncomfortable, but he looked at the sweet potatoes and corns that had grown seedlings and smiled again.
Satisfied, it’s worth it.
Once sweet potatoes and corn are successful, Daheng will see a major population growth.
Xue Yuan pondered for a while, “It’s okay to die, at least…” he said implicitly, “when the name ‘Tudou’ spreads, the literati have to think about the way the saint named it.”
Gu Yuanbai: “…”
Do you still have any objections to the name your ancestor called you?
But Gu Yuanbai thought about the kang bed before, and then thought about the name Tudou. If Tudou really came to life, if a scholar wanted to write a poem praising Tudou, wouldn’t it become “Ode to Tudou” again?
Well, how should the history books say that Daheng Emperor Gu Yuanbai personally named it the word potato?
Compared with the elegant style of the late emperor, with names like “Yulang Peak”, “Nianhua Porcelain” and “Zaowuhuaxi Furnace”, the emperor Gu Yuanbai was really down-to-earth.
It’s not that it’s not bad, it’s just that the literati who want to praise the Holy One really have no idea where to start.
Gu Yuanbai turned his gaze back as if nothing had happened, “The name is not important, what is important is its value.”
He sighed again, “Once potatoes can be grown, one acre of land will be two or three times as much as an acre of millet.”
In the Tang Dynasty, the average millet yield per mu was 330 kilograms and upwards. Daheng millet land was also at this level. Potatoes are high-yielding crops. Common planting techniques in modern times can also produce thousands of kilograms per mu. Gu Yuanbai is not sure whether it was planted in ancient times. How much potato yield can be achieved per mu? But since the land in Daheng is fertile and the weather has been good year after year, it shouldn’t be less than eight or nine hundred kilograms, right?
Xue Yuan’s pupils shrank and he suddenly turned his head to look at the motionless potato field, “Two or three times?”
He understood the importance of these potato fields in an instant, but the next moment after understanding, the deep disappointment that Gu Yuanbai had just risen surged deep in his heart. Amid joy and sorrow, Xue Yuan said stiffly: “Your Majesty, is the seed really dead?”
Gu Yuanbai said regretfully: “He should be dead.”
Xue Yuan was speechless and felt so distressed that he couldn’t breathe.
“Sweet potatoes and corn have already sprouted,” Gu Yuanbai gently touched the sweet potato seedlings beside him. “The yield of these two things is not lower than that of potatoes.”
Xue Yuan felt that he could breathe again. He looked at these small seedlings with cherishment and half-talked with a smile, “As soon as the Holy One said these words, I finally understood why the Holy One kept talking about them for days. These few seedlings are indeed Much more important than me.”
These words are sour.
Gu Yuanbai glanced at him and said, “Let’s go, it’s time to have lunch.”
Xue Yuan followed him and said slowly: “Your Majesty knows so much, I have to learn more from Your Majesty. Your Majesty, would you like a kiss?”
Gu Yuanbai walked faster, Xue Yuan saw his back and smiled: “Your Majesty, there is nothing behind you.”
“Nothing,” Gu Yuanbai frowned and glanced back, “I’ll clean it up when I get back.”
Xue Yuan took his arm, and the two of them walked behind a hidden tree. Xue Yuan whispered: “I’ll wipe it first. The large mud has splashed on the waist and hips, which is too conspicuous.”
Before Gu Yuanbai could say anything, Xue Yuan had already knelt down, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped it carefully. Gu Yuanbai endured it expressionlessly for a while, but still couldn’t hold it back, “Xue Jiuyao!”
Xue Yuan let go of the soft flesh and put away his unruly hands. He stood up without changing his expression and took Gu Yuanbai out from behind the tree. “It’s dried to mud. It’s better to go back and take a bath.”
Gu Yuanbai snorted softly, “I have always been dishonest. Fortunately, I am the son of General Xue. Otherwise, I might have become a rogue somewhere.”
When Xue Yuan heard his special words, he couldn’t help but reveal a hidden smile, “If I am a scoundrel, I can only be the scoundrel saint.”
Gu Yuanbai said casually: “I’m afraid you won’t even be able to see my face.”
Xue Yuan frowned, and after a long moment, he nodded slowly, “It’s thanks to General Xue.”
*
As soon as the two of them returned to the palace, the eunuchs from the Beast Garden came to report that the two adult wolves that Xue Yuan gave to Gu Yuanbai were about to die.
Gu Yuanbai was stunned and followed the eunuch to the Beast Garden without even having time to change his clothes. The two wolves, whose fur had been covered with a layer of white gray, lay limply on the ground. As soon as Gu Yuanbai and Xue Yuan came closer, they whimpered from their throats, their faint eyes turned hard, and they struggled to rub their master’s hand, slowly There was no sound.
They lived for twelve years and died of old age today.
Xue Yuan helped Gu Yuanbai up and comforted him in a low voice: “Your Majesty, let’s find a place to bury these two wolves.”
Gu Yuanbai was still a little dazed, “Okay.”
There are also two wolves in the Beast Garden. They were cubs that were brought into the palace when they were cubs. Gu Yuanbai watched silently as Xue Yuan took out the two wolves, and watched the eunuch dig a hole to bury the wolf corpses.
These wolves were wild and untamed, but they were tamed by Xue Yuan to be extremely obedient. They were always by Gu Yuanbai’s side. These wolves caused Gu Yuanbai a lot of trouble, but they also brought him a lot of fun.
When he and Xue Yuan had free time, they would take them for a walk in the evening, and they would often put their lips together for an intimate moment between the four pairs of green, faintly glowing wolf eyes. But in the blink of an eye, two of them were old enough to die.
Tian Fusheng comforted them and said: “Your Majesty, these two wolves have never suffered much. They eat and drink well every day, and they are favored by Your Majesty. They will definitely have no regrets when they grow old in this life.”
Gu Yuanbai sighed. Before he could finish the sigh, Xue Yuan covered his mouth, “It’s not good to sigh often.”
“I’m just a little regretful,” Gu Yuanbai said, “after all, they have been with me for several years.”
Xue Yuan let go, and the two slightly younger wolves beside him walked to Gu Yuanbai and licked his fingertips carefully.
The dust falls to the ground and the green leaves follow the wind. After the two wolves were buried, Gu Yuanbai walked back with Xue Yuan in some silence. Halfway through, he suddenly said with emotion: “I just felt a little sad before, but now that I think about it, they still walked together.”
“This is good,” Xue Yuan inserted his fingers into Gu Yuanbai’s fingers and interlocked with his hands, “I will do the same with the Holy One.”
Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, “That won’t work. My body is much weaker than yours, and the hidden wounds on the battlefield have almost no effect on you. How could you die of old age at the same time as me?”
This is also true. In the online drama adapted from the original work, it seems that Chu Wei died first, and Xue Yuan lived alone for twenty years.
Xue Yuan is truly a proud man of heaven, and only in terms of longevity can no one else compare to him. Gu Yuanbai lowered his eyes. Every time he thought of the pairing of Xue Yuan and Chu Wei in the original article, he would feel extremely uncomfortable.
Only Xue Yuan’s obsession with him could offset such discomfort.
His voice was so low that it was blown away by the wind, “You can live to be a hundred years old, but I can’t.”
Even these lives were snatched from the hands of the King of Hell.
Xue Yuan’s expression was ugly, but Gu Yuanbai didn’t see it. It wasn’t until his gloomy voice sounded that Gu Yuanbai raised his head and looked at him, “Does Your Majesty think I will live alone?”
Gu Yuanbai thought quietly, wouldn’t you have to live alone after your originally destined good brother died?
“Has Your Majesty forgotten what I said to you?” Xue Yuan’s eyes were gloomy. He touched the soft flesh on the side of Gu Yuanbai’s lips, thinking that this mouth would spit out words that made him sad again, and would give him another blow. He stabbed him several times, “I told the Holy One that if you die, I will first block your way to death.”
After he said this, his words suddenly softened and he begged: “Yuan Bai, believe me.”
Gu Yuanbai opened his mouth and was about to say “I believe” when Xue Yuan lowered his head. His forehead was pressed against Gu Yuanbai’s and he held the Holy Lord’s face with both hands. Gu Yuanbai could see his face at a glance. Under his eyes, he could see that his eyes were already a little red.
Xue Yuan murmured, “I can’t live without you.”
Gu Yuanbai’s heart started to beat faster. He lowered his eyes and quietly felt the warmth at this moment.
“I want to be with you forever.” , you don’t know how happy I am. If you ever die, I just want to sleep with you for a long time. Gu Yuanbai, how can you say such cruel things.
After a long time, Gu Yuanbai curled his lips and said, “I will remember what you said. If you don’t want to die then, I will give you a glass of poisonous wine.”
Xue Yuan relaxed and kissed him a dozen times, “I will chase you even if I die. Don’t let the ghosts touch you.”
Gu Yuanbai was happy.
I can’t help but wonder, why in the original text, Xue Yuan lived well until the end of his life after Chu Wei died?
*
Month after month passed, and there was no movement in the land where the potato seeds were planted. Gu Yuanbai was already sure that potatoes would not be grown. He put away his last hope and focused entirely on sweet potatoes and corn.
The farmers served the seedlings carefully. In mid-August, the sweet potatoes and corn finally reached maturity. On a sunny day, the farmers took the farm tools, swallowed their saliva in the eyes of the Holy Father and everyone, and dug out the mud. Something underground.
