When he returned to Chang'an, Li Muyun and Tang Songling parted ways. One of them went back to sleep, while the other entered the palace.

Li Shimin has been very concerned about the so-called fish farming in rice fields during this period. When he heard someone informing him that Tang Songling had returned, he immediately called him to the imperial study room.

"Your Majesty, I am back."

"Well, but what's the discovery?"

"Your Majesty, the fish are still the same, but I found that the seedlings in the official fields grow a little differently than those in ordinary fields."

Li Shimin immediately became interested, sat upright and asked, "What's the difference? Tell me."

Tang Songling tried hard to prevent himself from remembering those specific details and said vaguely: "The seedlings in the official fields generally grow faster than the seedlings in the common fields. They are obviously half a month later than the common people's plantings, but their growth is not bad at all. According to King Xiaoyao, this is all due to fertilizer."

But Li Shimin was a little confused when he heard this and frowned and asked, "Fertilizer? What kind of fertilizer?"

"Fertilizer is..." Tang Songling was entangled for a long time before biting his back teeth and said, "It's fish feces. King Xiaoyao said that crops grow fast by 'eating' these fish feces."

Li Shimin was obviously not disgusted, but just asked with some uncertainty: "Is this true?"

Such behavior surprised Tang Songling. In his opinion, the emperor's level was much higher than that of him, so he would feel disgusted when he heard shit.

But he didn't know that Li Shimin was the emperor at the moment. He had never seen any disgusting scenes when he was conquering the country. He sat in a pile of dead people and sniffing the smell of corpses and slept and was common. A word of feces did not make him feel any psychological discomfort.

While admiring the Emperor's concentration, Tang Songling said affirmatively: "Yes, I think there should be nothing wrong, because there is no other place in the field except those fish, and this is the reason for this."

"Yes." Li Shimin nodded, thought for a while and continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"

Tang Songling thought about it and decided to tell the emperor about what Li Muyun had told his cousin later, so he answered truthfully: "Your Majesty, King Xiaoyao seems to be planning to sell the waste that produces biogas, which is said to be so-called fertilizers."

Li Shimin could understand this by selling fertilizer, but the emperor was unable to understand the emperor when he was a first-rate prince who went to sell shit. If he really wanted him to do this, wouldn’t the royal family be completely lost?

Fortunately, Tang Songling didn't finish his words, but he hesitated for a while and continued, "But King Xiaoyao seems to be planning to sell the waste through Wannian County. For this reason, he specially found his cousin and asked him to arrange this matter through some special means."

Now, Li Shimin's worries finally faded. Although he was not disgusted by shit, it would be really embarrassing if the dignified relatives went to sell shit. If Tang Songling hadn't just added, he would have been determined to call Li Muyun to beat him up at this time.

On the other hand, after returning to the city, Young Master Tang found the county magistrate's home without delay.

The county magistrate is a middle-aged man in his forties. His surname is Han and his name is Han Fukun. It is estimated that he may have something to do with Han Ai who died five hundred years ago.

It was almost evening at this time. Old Han had just returned home and was about to take a break, but when he heard someone coming to report to the visit of the young master from the county magistrate's house, Old Han, who was puzzled, had no idea and ordered someone to invite the young master of the Tang family in.

"My nephew has met Uncle Han." Young Master Tang did not lack etiquette. When he saw Han Fukun, he stepped forward to greet him without any hesitation.

Lao Han is not a fool. He knows that these juniors generally don’t like to meet people older than him. Now that he comes to him directly, there must be something wrong. So he asked him to sit down and asked, “You don’t have to be too polite. Is there anything wrong with you coming here to look for me this time?”

Young Master Tang sat in the guest seat, first struggling, then said seriously: "I'm sure Uncle Han, I really want to ask you for help in some things."

"Oh? What is love?" Han Fukun asked lightly.

In his opinion, it was probably the young master of the county magistrate's family who caused some trouble outside. He was afraid that he would be dealt with by his own son after he went back, so he came to plead with him. But what he didn't expect was that the next moment, the words of the young master Tang made him stunned.

"Uncle Han, this is actually the case. A friend of mine asked me to do something, which was to sell the biogas waste. I hope you can help find a few buyers."

Han Fukun's whole face was distorted. He didn't know what biogas waste was, nor did he know who the so-called "friend" was, but the problem was... he really didn't want to sell shit.

Hesitating, Han Fukun frowned and said to Young Master Tang, "Well, nephew, do your father know about this?"

"What does Uncle Han think?" Young Master Tang asked ambiguously.

As a child of an official, he rarely leaves a handle for others. Although Young Master Tang is not a child of a high-ranking official, he still has such a habit.

Moreover, his question was very clever, and Han Fukun couldn't tell whether his immediate boss knew it for a while.

If Han Fukun didn't know about this, he was somewhat unbelievable. After all, the family tutor at the Tang County Magistrate's family was very strict, and Xiao Tang probably didn't have the courage to do such things on his back.

If you know this, it means that the magistrate of Tang does not want to take this disaster. After all, selling shit is too embarrassing and it is not something that scholars should do. Besides, selling shit is what is the difference between making money by making money in vain? In Han Fukun's opinion, this is Li Muyun making money in disguise.

So the magistrate of County Tang should not want to trek into this muddy water, so he asked his youngest son to come forward to deal with this matter.

Thinking of this, Han Fukun couldn't help but sigh that he was a senior official and crushed people to death. Even though he was reluctant in his heart, he nodded and said, "Since that's the case, Han will do his best to do this."

"Thank you, Uncle Han." Young Master Tang held up a big smile and stood up to say goodbye, but when he walked to the door, he turned around and said half-truely: "But Uncle Han, it's best not to let my father know about this, otherwise my nephew's butt will probably not be able to save his butt."
Chapter completed!