"Then... let's not talk about the case of the Song Dynasty for the time being." Theodora tried to bring Guo Kang back to the topic: "Except for this special case of directly transporting resources to the enemy, under normal circumstances, this policy seems to be the same.

It’s difficult to proceed, can your theory explain this?”

"I think the main reason is that everyone is too poor. Not only the pastoral areas, but also the farming areas are too poor." Guo Kang shook his head and said firmly.

"The Central Plains and Jiangnan are already very rich places, right?" Zhu Wenkui asked: "Why does Mr. Guo feel too poor? Is it because even so, he cannot afford to support other places?"

"Not to mention other places, it is actually very difficult to support yourself." Guo Kang said: "Like me, you probably don't have much contact with ordinary people in the Central Plains. However, as long as we are willing, we can still find many other ways to understand

It depends on the specific situation of the people."

"Do you read Du Gongbu's poems?" he looked at the crowd and asked.

This time, even Tu Huan nodded.

"In October of the fourteenth year of Tianbao, Du Fu wrote "Five Hundred Words from Beijing to Fengxian County". The reason why it is so long is because his son died of starvation." Guo Kang said.

"Let's figure it out." He looked at everyone and said: "This year is the end of the Kaiyuan era. One month later, An Lushan openly rebelled. At this time, the internal conflicts in the Tang Dynasty had accumulated to a certain extent.

But no matter what, this is also the most valuable and prosperous era in history."

"Du Fu's family has always been poor, but he is a member of the Du family in Jingzhao. No matter how poor he is, his starting point is better than that of ordinary people. At this time, he is serving as the right guard and leading the soldiers of the government to join the army. At least he is an official."

"That is to say, when the Tang Empire, the most powerful empire in the world at that time, was at its peak, someone in the family of an imperial official from a noble family starved to death. Because Du Fu's poems were so good, we only know about this.

.”

"I really never noticed it before..." Tuo Huan muttered.

"There is a very famous line in this poem. I still remember it. It's called 'The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.'" Guo Kang turned to him and said: "Knowing this background, you should be able to understand that he was

What mood did you use to write these poems?"

As he said that, he himself paused: "Look, this is what Du Fu recorded for us, the prosperous age."

"We can continue to think about it," he reminded: "What if it were other countries? What about other times that were not so wealthy and peaceful? What about ordinary people?"

"Actually, as long as people don't starve to death on a large scale, it will be considered a prosperous time." Theodora shook his head and said: "Such 'accidental' situations are actually nothing. Everyone has long been numb."

"What about our side?" Tuo Huan asked, "Do we have such population statistics? How far can we achieve it?"

"The answer is I don't know. The citizen household registration management collapsed for a long time, and it was re-established after it stabilized over the years." Theodora rolled her eyes: "Back then, there was only one castle left in Rome's stable direct territory. It was very hot outside every day.

In wars, people die every day - what else can be counted from this."

"In other stable places, you can look at the church's information or the lord's tax collection records." Guo Kang thought for a while and said, "If this kind of data is also incomplete, then there should be no significance in the investigation."

"You see, this is the reason." He spread his hands and said: "Introducing resources to the grassland areas does hope to eliminate the problem of nomadism from the root, but the amount of resources required is very huge."

"If everyone has enough food and clothing, just like in the legendary prehistoric golden age, there are a lot of excess supplies, then it is acceptable for them to give some of them in exchange for the peace of the grassland. But now, people in the farming areas are very poor.

It is easy to be on the verge of starvation due to various problems, and it is unrealistic to ask them to do this."

"Is there no other way?" Zhu Rangna sighed in a rare way.

But soon, she looked at Guo Kang with a sense of realization and said in a statement tone: "You must have found a solution this time."

"If I have to say it, I have an idea, but it will take a long time." Guo Kang was stared at by her, hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's not a few years or ten years, it may take many generations."

"A problem of this magnitude is worth taking such a long time." Jeanne said simply.

"Okay." Guo Kang thought for a while and asked, "Do you still remember the steam shrine model I showed you at the Empress Temple?"

"Remember." Zhu Wenkui nodded: "It's that... Brother Tian and the saint who can go around."

"Yes." Guo Kang said: "What do you think if we mature that thing and make it bigger and more powerful?"

"You mean, let Brother Steam Tian... move... and then get bigger..." Zhu Wenkui began to think.

"Then let Him pull the plow and plant the land." Zhu Rongna opened her eyes wide, and there was a little excitement in her words: "Lord... I understand that your God is enlightened..."

"???" Guo Kang, the maker of the shrine, didn't even follow her train of thought.

"Uh..." Zhu Wenkui had no choice but to explain: "My sister grew up with the French. Aunt Va, Sister Jeanna, and others all believe in this, so she also believed it since she was a child..."

"Let me tell you, you don't believe it either." Zhu Genna turned to her brother and complained: "I have really seen an angel. He told me that I need to save France and save everyone. Later, the Virgin also told me that the Son of God would

Continue to save the world and ask for my help."

"Look. Isn't this just an omen?" She said happily: "If every fertile field in the world is cultivated by the Son of Steam God, how much manpower can we save and how much more harvest can we get? Is there anything more straightforward than this?

Bai’s redemption?”

After hearing what she said, Guo Kang looked her back and forth.

"What kind of character is this?" Guo Kang murmured and thought after considering Jeanne's age and identifying her as having a second grade of chuunibyou.

Theodora, who had believed in Orthodox Christianity since she was a child, looked at her mother with some embarrassment.
Chapter completed!