36. Chapter 36: The signs of natural disasters?

Author: Lao Huang next door 007

Jing Mo was carrying a team of people, and each of them had a long piece of cloth on the back of the horse. The ends of the cloth hung down, just in the horse's belly, and there were two large cloth pockets. The pockets contained the fried golden chestnuts of sugar.

Jing Mo's horseback fell two huge water bags on one side. The water bags removed the narrow water mouth and stuffed them with wooden plugs, which contained braised pork made by Yiren.

Yiren's wooden barrel was really inconvenient to carry, and Jing Mo's horse's butt was worn off by the wooden barrel. He couldn't bear to leave his beloved horse and was unwilling to throw away the barrel of braised meat - it smelled really good, maybe it would be good to let that person eat a few bites.

So he poured his own water, removed the water nozzle, and poured the braised pork in.

But in such a hot and rainy weather, when there was no water for a while, people were about to smoke. Jing Mo thought to himself.

In the evening, Jing Mo and his group caught up with the large army.

"Huaixu, the sugar fried golden chestnut you want!" Jing Mo rode his horse and rushed to the carriage without slowing down. He threw a small bag of golden chestnut towards the door curtain that opened a corner.

"Cousin, I said you don't need to buy it on purpose, it's a waste of money!" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a gentle young man with a white dress came out.

If Yiren is here, she will definitely recognize her immediately. This is the young master who is obviously too busy to take care of herself on the dock that day, but she still wants to protect her.

"By the way, there's this!" Jing Mo raised the water bag at him and said, "But you have to find someone to try it."

"My cousin is too cautious." The young man in white smiled, but did not stop him.

"You are the only son of the King of Yan. Those who want your life can be placed from here to Kyoto." Jing Mo shook his head disagreement. "Besides, you investigated the grain a few days ago, who knows who you offended!"

After hearing this, Shi Huaixue probably remembered the people who died tragically on the dock that day. If he had not died, how could those people have ended up now?...The two of them fell silent for a moment...

The servant who was trying the dishes broke the silence: "The prince, Mr. Yan, Jinli and this meat have been tried, no problem."

"Come on, Huaixue, you can taste it, it's good to have a few bites!" Jing Mo handed it to him as if he was afraid that he wouldn't eat it.

"Forget it..." Shi Huaixue was about to refuse, but smelled a strong smell and couldn't help but look at the bowl in Jing Mo's hand.

Seeing that he was interested, Jing Mo quickly handed it over and took it over. Shi Huaixue took it over and tasted it. The taste was novel, as if it was a little sweet, with the aroma of meat and the delicious taste of mushrooms. Before he knew it, he got a bowl of it.

"Where is this food? It's really rare to cook." Shi Huaixue couldn't help but praise.

"No." Jing Mo raised his chin and pointed at the sugar-fried golden chestnuts. "You went to Desheng Restaurant yesterday and said that the sugar-fried golden chestnuts are delicious. I thought to bring some for both the Yan Prince's Mansion and the Jing family. You know, your mother and grandfather love to eat sweets!"

"I found the restaurant, but the restaurant said that the roasted man was sold to them by a young lady. I found the village and ordered her roasted man. This... seems to be called braised pork." Jing Mo scratched his head and thought for a moment. "Yes, it's braised pork rice, which was given by the young lady."

"You know how to do business!" Shi Huaixue smiled, not caring too much.

Songjiazhuang.

Yiren stood on the high ground at the door of her house, and could see the landscape of Songjiazhuang at all times. Songjiazhuang started from her house and walked to the north of the village. There was a cliff that was not short, more than ten meters above. There was a river under the cliff, winding by.

To the west is a valley that stretches for dozens of miles, and to the east is a mountain with dense trees.

Most of the villagers' families are distributed on the cliffs and the terrain is relatively high. Occasionally, a few families live in the valley, usually with their later surnames, such as the Qiu family, where they are. The land in the village is also distributed in the valley.

Yiren looked up at the concumulative clouds in the sky like silk gauze. The sun set in the west rays scattered on the clouds, and the orange-red area was very beautiful.

It is a unique beauty on sunny days.

Even though it was already evening, there was still no cool breeze. She clearly remembered that it had only rained since she came over.

The vegetable fields I planted at the door need to be watered every day, and the crop fields on the valley are all villagers who carry water to irrigate the fields.

Before Yiren Chuanshu, she had a master's degree in agriculture. She understood very well that in the current weather, crop growth, and the irrigation system that did not exist at all, if it did not rain for another half a month, the crops in the fields would die. This year is a year of no harvest.

She had no farming herself, but most of the villagers in this era make a living by farming. Once natural disasters and wars occur, most of the villagers will become refugees with no fixed place to live, unable to fill their stomachs, and even change their children to eat, and are driven away by nearby cities. How innocent are these refugees?

Moreover, everyone was no longer able to eat, so naturally her small business could not continue. The simplest economic market collapsed. Yiren thought in her heart and sighed.

She was very sure that there was absolutely no description of natural disasters in this book, and the original work has always revolved around the male protagonist Sima Jiangye and the female protagonist Fu Chunyao.

Yiren thought worriedly: So I lost the advantage of predicting the plot, at least in the case of natural disasters.

What kind of evil did you do in your previous life? You are poor and useless in your books. After eating the last meal, you have to take two peasant women with a burden. You have to worry about it? You don’t even follow the plot…

Yiren took a deep breath, the same feeling as when she first came over to face the affair duo - since she came, let's have peace!

She got down from the high ground at the entrance of the village, walked to the valley, and looked at the rice in the fields carefully.

This era is like ancient China. The lunar calendar is used. Now it is the sixth month of the lunar calendar. If converted into the lunar calendar, it will probably be around July.

July is the period of jointing and ear growth of rice, and the internodes of the stems are stretched upward and grow upward. At this time, rice seedlings grow rapidly, requiring a lot of water and nutrients, which is also a critical period that determines the crop yield. But now, there is less rain, and although the rice seedlings in the fields are not dead, they are all shorter and are so hungry that they are shrouded in the sun.

She reached out and pulled a rice seedling. The leaves were small and green, but they were already yellow-green. The joints were not successful. The rice seedlings were short, and occasionally there were ears drawn out, which were basically empty.

Yiren sighed again: It doesn’t rain, there is no moisture, the sun is so vicious, and the rice seedlings are not enough, let alone the fullness!

As a former master of agriculture, she has an instinctive love for the world and seedlings. Seeing the world dry up and the seedlings lack water, Yiren naturally felt very distressed.

If you are prosperous, you will benefit the world; if you are poor, you will be safe.

Although this is an intertextual sentence, but at this time, a woman who is pregnant and has a single child, she still instinctively keeps herself alone.
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