Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

When the sun rose, Li Shimin performed devout sacrifices to the east, prayed to heaven, and prayed for good weather. All the ministers knelt down one after another, reciting prayers in deep voices. Afterwards, the accompanying guards distributed farm tools to be used for a while to His Majesty Li Er, Empress Changsun and all the ministers present. Holding it in his hand, Li Xin tried his best to see if Li Shimin's hoe was different, but he was a little disappointed. Because the farm tools used by Li Shimin are not special.

I thought that such an important ceremony would definitely use a pure gold hoe, but I didn't expect it to be an iron hoe. And it seems that the iron has not been refined well, so it should not be very durable.

After silently complaining a few words in his heart, Li Xin watched all the ministers around him roll up their sleeves and trousers and start working in full swing. Even Cheng Yaojin, who likes to steal, rape and play tricks the most, is no exception. Li Xin had no choice but to wave his hoe obediently. He had known for a long time that work would be inevitable today, so he deliberately wore clothes suitable for work.

Then the question arises: Where did Li Xin do farm work?

Not to mention that he was an ordinary college student in his previous life, even if he was a professional farmer in his previous life, he will not be able to do so in this life. After all, his soul is currently contained in the frail body of a seventeen-year-old boy. He didn't know the correct method of exerting strength, the hoe in his hand was heavy, and the soil under his feet was hard. He couldn't do half an hour's work, and he already started to feel backache and back pain, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Taking a peek at others, Li Xin noticed that others were also beginning to look tired. That's right, civil servants who usually lack exercise have long since given up on Nongsang, and it's normal that they can't hold on physically. Only Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong, and Yu Chigong, the group of monster-level generals, can still work in full swing, and even compare who can plow faster, and they all compete with each other, like a few fierce bulls eager to win.

Li Shimin couldn't do much work either. But after all, their status is noble, as long as they hold farm tools and put on a show, most of the work is done with the help of the bodyguards, and they don't even sweat much.

Li Xin curled his lips, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly hid to the side to be lazy. Anyway, in the final analysis, this is also a show activity, as long as you want it, you don't have to really do it so into the show.

Unexpectedly, not long after Li Xin sat down against a big rock, he heard a deep voice teasingly said: "Young people nowadays, it's not enough to do some work. It's not like we were at that time. Can do it for a day."

As soon as Li Xin heard this voice, he knew it must be Li Shimin. He turned his head and saw that Li Shimin was looking at him with a hoe and a smile.

Standing next to Li Shimin was a dark-faced man, tall and mighty, his waist was probably twice as thick as a bucket, like a hill. He is Yuchi Gong, the famous general of the Tang Dynasty. He has a very good relationship with Cheng Yaojin, and he was also close to Li Xuandao back then. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, His Highness the King of Chu is still young, so it is normal for him to be less powerful."

Not far away, Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, and said: "This baby is just delicate, and she can't do much work."

Li Xin didn't expect that he would suddenly attract so many eyes just because he was being lazy, and he was speechless for a while. In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, people's aesthetics still tended to be hot-blooded men, and men like Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, who were like five big and three thick iron towers, were the most heroic men in the Tang Dynasty in people's minds. Especially in the eyes of Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin who have been on the battlefield, it is a disgraceful thing for a man to be too weak. The gaudy little fresh meat aesthetics of later generations has no place at all in this era.

Although he knew that this was just a kind ridicule from his elders, Li Xin couldn't help curling his lips - Li Shimin didn't do much work himself, so of course he wasn't tired and didn't need to rest.

Therefore, Li Xin, who was not willing to be teased, suddenly had an idea, and he had a plan, and said with a smile: "The boy is not taking a rest, but suddenly remembered an important thing, and he had to sit down and think carefully."

Li Shimin walked up to Li Xin, smiled with interest and said, "I still don't admit being lazy. Then tell me, what are you thinking?"

"I thought of a farm tool." Li Xin replied.

"What kind of agricultural tools is worthy of the king of Chu sitting on the side of the road thinking about it?" Li Shimin asked with a smile. He thought Li Xin was just being stubborn and refused to admit being lazy.

Li Xin guessed Li Shimin's thoughts, but he didn't explain it, but replied directly: "It's a kind of plow."

"Isn't it just a plow? What do you want to think?" Li Shimin laughed dumbly and said, "Okay, okay, I don't mean to blame you for being lazy, so there is no need to forcefully deny it." After speaking, he planned to continue to devote himself to political performances .

Li Xin said, "It's not the kind of plow your Majesty thought of, but a new kind of plow, which is lighter and smaller, and saves manpower and animal power. The plowing speed is more than twice as fast as the old-fashioned plow."