Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 383 - 285: Emperor Rice
Zhao Yi swore that he had never eaten rice this delicious in his entire life.
The cooked rice had the fragrance of flowers and herbs, and tasted refreshingly fruity.
Once swallowed, a warm current could be felt spreading from the stomach throughout the body, giving an indescribable comfort.
Seeing Zhao Yi take his first bite, Little Poison couldn’t resist and grabbed a handful of rice, not afraid of the heat, stuffing it directly into her mouth.
As the rice entered her mouth, Little Poison’s eyes lit up.
"Delicious! So delicious! Wah wah wah!"
Little Poison howled twice and then buried her head to gorge on the rice.
Zhao Yi knew Little Poison’s appetite and didn’t stop her; instead, he told the others, "I’ve tasted it already. This new variety of rice is excellently flavored, a hundred times better than the original varieties of the Great Xia!"
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered immediately.
The spiritual energy in the New World was extremely abundant, with spirit fruits and spirit plants to satiate hunger everywhere.
But people were accustomed to eating grains and cereals.
Although spirit fruits and plants could fill them up, going without rice for a long time left an unsatisfying taste in their mouth.
Now it’s different, the rice has been planted, and there will be staple food available in the future, no longer needing to chew on fruits three times a day.
The only regret was that the poultry and livestock of the New World had not yet propagated, so they couldn’t taste meat for the time being.
Many who transitioned to the New World found that after passing the initial period of adaptation—when there was no sight of sun, moon, or stars, no spring, summer, fall, or winter, and no wind, frost, rain, or snow—life was almost perfect, apart from being a bit dull.
There were endless fruits on the trees and countless spirit plants on the ground.
Even the laziest could not starve as long as they could open their mouths.
Furthermore, according to the noblemen of the royal family, a protective membrane was forming above the New World.
Once this membrane was formed, although the sun, moon, and stars would still be invisible, wind, frost, rain, and snow would gradually appear as the spiritual energy circulated, making life less monotonous in the future.
Initially, the commoners were skeptical about what the Zhao ancestors said.
After all, it wasn’t the first time the Zhao people had spoken nonsense, and the people of Great Xia were used to it.
Some began to doubt whether the emperor had deliberately tricked them into coming here to seize their original houses and property.
Some even clamored to return.
During that time, Zhao Yi was busy transferring newly arrived people from the Cultivation World, so it was impossible to send them back.
Subsequently, various conspiracy theories started to spread, and the atmosphere in the New World became increasingly tense.
Fortunately, Zhao Yi had made arrangements in advance, with the first to enter being those loyal to the Zhao family, including Xuanzhen Temple, Imperial Clan Court, and the elite of the two great legions.
These people dispersed their techniques first, then recuperated in the Spirit Lake, restoring their reincarnation level to about seventy to eighty percent after six months.
Therefore, when people stirred up trouble, the newly formed Great Xia Imperial Guard nipped the danger in the bud.
However, this approach only dealt with symptoms, not the root cause.
Many people, though not daring to speak up openly, began to talk in secret.
The Imperial Guard could control the situation initially, but as the population transferred increased, the situation began to shift into uncontrollability.
At this time, the planting of giant rice was completed.
In addition to rice, various early-planted crops also began to sprout.
Many saw that the land in the New World was indeed special, as stated in the emperor’s Holy Decree, gradually reducing skepticism towards the emperor.
Seeing the rice and other crops sprouting, many felt relieved but had a lingering doubt.
Which was, could it really be eaten?
If it couldn’t be eaten, it wouldn’t matter how large it grew.
So when they heard about the harvest festival today, tens of thousands of people rushed over.
This was mainly because the New World was vast and sparsely populated, and many hadn’t received the message; otherwise, there would have been even more people checking out the situation.
When they heard Zhao Yi announce that the giant rice was edible and tasted exquisite, any remaining hesitation vanished completely.
Good food best smooths over people’s hearts.
Instead of wasting time thinking about this and that, it’s better to think about what else could be deliciously grown.
Those relocated to the New World’s Daliang citizens each had at least a hundred acres of land on average. If left uncultivated, the emperor would reclaim it.
Especially those who arrived later, who hadn’t tasted the benefits because their crops hadn’t sprouted yet, didn’t cherish their fields as much.
Initially, they didn’t mind since they had so much land. Even if the emperor reclaimed some, it didn’t matter.
But now, seeing the rice harvest in abundance, thinking about losing such precious land if not cultivated, they couldn’t sit still and hurriedly went back to cultivate the land.
The old sage looked at the newcomers rushing back and a trace of disdain crossed his aged face.
If those fools didn’t trust the emperor, why did they come to the New World?
The Zhao emperors might have been crazy, but when did they ever lie?
The emperor was granting gifts!
Those fools who didn’t cherish them would cry if their land was taken away!
The old sage was worried about one thing now.
The emperor originally promised that after ten years of cultivation, the land would be theirs.
Now that it’s proven these lands are treasures, what if the emperor changes his mind and doesn’t let them cultivate before the ten years are up?
The old sage, after having experienced the fertile land of the New World, found it hard to look at his two barren acres back home.
Back home, the fields were poor, frequently raided by beasts from nearby mountains and forests.
After toiling all year, it was considered good if they could fill their stomachs.
Unlike the lands in the New World, as long as the land was reclaimed, scattering seeds would yield endless harvests.
The old sage had claimed too little at the time; even with his entire family working, they had only claimed less than a thousand acres, which wasn’t enough for him to farm.
He planned to discuss it with the elders who arrived with him later.
The emperor should also allocate the lands reclaimed in the future to them for cultivation.
After all, the nobles wouldn’t farm; keeping the land was simply a waste.
It’s better to give it to them, at most pay a little more rent.
Since that fertile land requires little maintenance, once the seeds are sown, the harvest is ensured.
Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration struck the old sage, and he bowed to Zhao Yi, saying: "Please, Your Highness the Crown Prince, name this new variety of rice!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously bustling rice field fell into silence.
Suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Since this new variety was first tasted by His Highness, why not call it Crown Prince Rice?"
Wow!
Zhao Yi was almost taken aback by this name.
He didn’t want people to say they were eating the Crown Prince whenever they had rice!
"The land in the New World belongs to the emperor."
Zhao Yi said without thinking: "In my opinion, let’s call this new variety Emperor Rice!"
After Zhao Yi named it, everyone cheered immediately.
The old sage was especially happy.
It was him who planted the Emperor Rice; how could the emperor bear to chase him away?
Everyone was laughing, and so was Zhao Yi.
As Zhao Yi laughed, a thought suddenly struck him.
He would become emperor in the future.
This rice was named Emperor Rice, but wouldn’t he still have to eat it?
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