After the carnival just now, there is now silence on the field ridge.
The village elders sit in rows on the edge of the field with their legs hanging down.
Looking at the small sweet potato mountain in front of me, my lips were trembling.
Several medical doctors on the side were tightly holding the small gourd bottles of Suxiao Jiuxin Pills, staring at these old men with their eyes.
The only voice at the scene was Gao Huai's excited voice: "Twenty stones!"
Gongsun Jing felt numb in his heart.
In this northern land, what is the concept of twenty dan per mu?
Just hearing a splash, a young follower knelt down in the field, buried his face in the mud, and cried loudly.
Compared to the big shots who were thinking about politics and the situation, this poor follower could only think of his parents and relatives who were starving to death at home.
Thinking of the fourth year of Chuping, after 24 days of heavy rain, June was as cold and windy as winter.
Thinking of the first year of Xingping, there was a severe drought in April and a plague of locusts in August. The fields were harvestless and everyone was eating each other.
In the second year of Xingping, there was a severe drought in summer.
In the first year of Jian'an, there was drought and no grain.
In the second year of Jian'an, there was drought and famine, and in summer there was a locust plague.
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Each disaster was followed by famine, and after the famine there was a great epidemic.
Thousands of miles of bare ground and bones everywhere.
The hometown of this follower declined and was destroyed by natural and man-made disasters one after another.
He carefully held a handful of sweet potato vines and burst into tears.
Tears fell heavily, soaking the ground in front of him.
As he cried, even Gongsun Jing and others couldn't help but raise their sleeves and wipe the corners of their eyes.
Everyone here, except Zhao Xi, is deeply aware of how cruel God is to the big man.
Tian Kai also sighed. During the Qingzhou period, there was a famine in the army, so he used Pu Ying to satisfy his hunger.
At that time, there were also cannibals who gathered together to prey on strangers.
The real bones are piled up, and the road is full of stench.
After a long time, the attendant wiped his face.
At this time, Gao Huai reported: "Forty stones."
Gongsun Jing looked at the land in the field with dull eyes. He couldn't understand how this small acre of land could produce such a high yield.
Forty stones is already ten times the amount of land in the north.
With such a yield, why should we worry about severe drought?
In the northeastern part of Liaoning Province, such a yield per mu is enough to support how many people there are. Gongsun Jing cannot imagine how much misery it will save the world.
"Eighty stones." Gao Huai's voice became calmer and calmer.
"I beg Gongsun Jing to give me grain." A trembling country man knelt down in front of Gongsun Jing.
"I beg Duke Jing to give me grain."
Then, the second and the third...
Gongsun Jing looked at the people in front of him, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This thing is beyond my control."
He stood up and helped the village elders on the ground one by one: "These things belong to my granddaughter, and I can't be the owner."
Gongsun Jing did not take over everything.
He thought seriously again about what Gongsun Yan wanted to do.
How far can it be achieved?
Finally, Gao Huai reported: "One hundred and eighty stones."
A total of 10,800 kilograms.
If Gongsun Yan were here, he would definitely praise the integrity of the system again.
Although this improved variety can only maintain high yield for two generations, its yield will decrease rapidly after two generations.
But it is true as described in the system that intensive farming can achieve more than 10,000 kilograms.
After getting this number, Gao Huai sat down next to Gongsun Jing with his eyes blank.
Then he suddenly pulled Gongsun Jing's sleeve: "Jinggong, the Gao family's horse farm will be given to Ayan in exchange for this grain. What do you think?"
Gongsun Jing sat there with his head empty, and finally he closed his eyes and fainted.
When he woke up again, he was lying on the fire bed in the main house of Lone Bamboo.
Gao Huai was sitting there with his legs crossed, eating sweet potatoes baked by Tian Kai.
This white sweet potato tastes like chestnut.
Gao Huai cherishes every bite he eats.
Hearing the movement on the fire bed, he hurried over and said: "Jinggong, our Gao family horse farm will be given to Ayan in exchange for these grains. What do you think?"
Gongsun Jing turned over expressionlessly and ignored him.
At noon, these old men went through that experience and spent a lot of energy. In the afternoon, all plans for them to visit the paper mill and pig farm were cancelled.
Let them have a good life before any trouble happens.
Gongsun Jing thought for a while, got up and said, "I want to go to Beishan."
He had never been so eager to see Gongsun Zan and talk to him.
Unable to defeat him, Gao Huai helped call Tian Kai and Zhao Xi.
Under the arrangement of the two of them, Gongsun Jing took a carriage and came to the tomb of Gongsun Zan in Beishan.
"Bogui, you..."
He has never liked this son. Although the father and son are not on the same page, there is really no affection between father and son.
But standing in front of Gongsun Zan's tomb, Gongsun Jing was choked up.
After raising children for a lifetime, it was only when I got old that I realized that it was the most troublesome being a bastard who was not taken seriously.
"Bogui, if I see your brother and sister in Quanxia, beat them hard for me."
Gongsun Jing placed a pot of wine in front of Gongsun Zan.
Next to the tomb, there is a thatched cottage.
As a rule, Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng should live here until the funeral.
But after the thatched cottage was built, she just wanted to stay there for one night.
After that, the tomb keeper stayed.
The gravekeeper was a disabled sergeant who had retired from the army. He had some inconvenience in his legs and brought Gongsun Jing an animal skin blanket.
The blanket also had the unique pungent smell of tanned fur, which was unpleasant, but it was dry and warm when placed on the ground.
Gongsun Jing sat on this animal skin, holding his dove stick and chattering.
Tian Kai and others guarded him from a distance.
Gongsun Jing starts from the first time Gongsun Zan rides a horse as a child and talks about his death.
He smiled bitterly and found that in his memory, the father and son were all in a stalemate and competing, and there was almost no peaceful and warm relationship.
After a long time, Gongsun Jing let out a long sigh and gave up this meaningless chatter that was already too late.
"Ayan, what exactly is..." Gongsun Jing's voice was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly.
"With a daughter like Ayan and such special features, why are you such a complete failure?"
The story of Gongsun Zan’s great secret treasure has long been spread quietly.
Gongsun Jing would naturally not miss it, but he had always been very doubtful about the authenticity of it.
He stared blankly at Gongsun Zan's tombstone: "Maybe this is fate, your life and Gongsun's life."
An old gray-haired dog that accompanied the tombkeeper on the mountain ran over wagging its tail for some reason and sat down next to Gongsun Jing.
Tian Kai and others wanted to move forward, but Gongsun Jing waved them away.
Gongsun Jing touched the dog's head and stroked its dirty body.
"Bogui, if you have a spirit, please help me live longer."
Gongsun Jing suddenly laughed: "I would like to see what Ayan can do."
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Basically, there was a severe drought every four years during that period. Looking at the paper "The Impact of Climate Change on the Late Han and Three Kingdoms", disasters were so frequent that I don't know how ordinary people survived at that time.
It can be said responsibly that in the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, all living beings suffered.
Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, if you really travel to the past, without a golden finger, you will be doomed!