Seeing that Han Hao was angry, the scribe was startled, and hurriedly said: "Respect the anger and calm the anger, and the small one will arrange it." ”

"Wait, this official will go with you."

Han Hao led the scribes, called more than 100 Tuntian sergeants, and organized 3,000 idle people to find an open place and start digging a cellar.

Thousands of people are working at the same time, and the scene is spectacular.

Although the rain was cold and the sergeants and civilians complained a lot, Captain Han did not dare to disobey his orders.

In Shanyang County, Han Hao is the supreme governor who can decide the fate of each of them.

Of course, the nominal supreme official is Liu Ping, but this legendary Tuntian Zhonglang has never shown up, and they only know Han Hao.

The rain was intermittent, and the pit after digging the earth was full of mud, and there was rain in it that had to be carried out at any time, so the digging was extremely slow.

The rain soon wet the clothes of the peasants and sergeants, and one by one they knew that their lips were purple, their upper teeth touched their lower teeth, and they were miserable when they stepped on the cold mud, and they secretly cursed in private.

Who knows what kind of crazy trick he smoked today, and let them dig a pit after such a heavy rain, and I don't know what the use of digging it is.

Han Hao himself was also standing in the rain, drenched all over, and secretly scolded Liu Ping in his heart for lacking the book of Denong, if he didn't give it early or late, he didn't give it until it rained, doesn't this toss people to play?

Who knows if the frost predicted in his book is accurate?

It doesn't hurt if he is not allowed, but if he is right, if he does not prepare according to the book, the vegetables will be frozen, and the entire southern Yanzhou large and small scholars will not be able to eat, and he will not be able to bear such a big responsibility.

If nothing else, the eldest son of Cao can tear himself apart.

The rain did not stop overnight, and these 3,000 people dug until the sky was bright, and thousands of zhang were seen square, and the big pit was dug deep for more than 1,000 zhang.

Han Hao felt that he was about to freeze, and ordered the scribe beside him to give him a strong spirit: "Pass the order, pick all the vegetables and put them in this cellar." ”

"What?" The scribe rubbed his ears and felt that Han Duwei must be crazy.

At this time, it is autumn, and it is best to pick vegetables after ten days and a half months, so it is a pity to pick them now.

"Honorable, that's a bit inappropriate, isn't it? Ten more days......"

"Bastard, is the captain you or Lao Tzu?" Han Hao rudely interrupted the scribe's questioning and said angrily, "Doesn't Captain Bendu know when to pick? ”

He also has nowhere to get his belly burning.

The scribe shrunk his neck in fright, and hurriedly arranged to go.

After dawn, the displaced people throughout Shanyang County began to brave the rain to pick vegetables from the fields.

Although it is not fully ripe, it doesn't matter to the people, they can't eat this dish anyway.

It's just that everyone complains about working in the rain.

There are complaints, but no one dares to disobey.

Today, only Yanzhou is recruiting displaced people to Tuntian, and if they want to survive, they can only become civilian husbands in the army, so that the lives of their parents, wives and children cannot be saved.

I was busy until dusk, when I picked all the vegetables in the field, put them in the cellar, filled a thousand cellars, put them on a layer of wood, and covered them with two feet of soil.

God seemed to have played a joke on everyone, and when he was just done with this, the sunset actually emerged from the clouds, shining with golden light.

Han Hao smiled bitterly, even God was helping him.

At this time, he was about to collapse from exhaustion, returned to the official office, took off his soaked clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.

In his dreams, he dreamed that Liu Ping and Cao Ang were on the left and right, and yelled at him: "Did you do it?" Did you do that? ”

He woke up suddenly, sat up, shivered, and felt all the heat on his body be blown away.

At this time, the window paper had turned blue, and someone outside was knocking eagerly on the door.

"Honor, honor," was the scribe's voice.

Han Hao was shocked, and hurriedly got up, so early, knocking on the door so urgently, couldn't something have happened?

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to disturb himself before dawn.

"What's the alarm?" Han Hao opened the door, a cool breeze hit his face, and the expression of the scribe at the door was strange.

"How do you know there will be frost tonight?" The scribe rubbed his hands in surprise and said, "No wonder you have to dig the vegetable cellar overnight, and order to pick the vegetables before they are ripe."

At that time, the little one didn't understand, but now it seems that it is really too hanging, if it is one step short, last night's frost, our dishes will be all over.

Respect the driver is like a god, and the small one is really convinced. ”

Han Hao rubbed his ears vigorously, looked at the thick layer of hoarfrost on the leaves in the courtyard, and couldn't help but shiver.

Half of it was frozen, and half of it was because I remembered Liu Ping's sycophant technique, oh no, Cao Min wanted to be magical, and he accurately predicted the frost?

This is incredible, this Liu Zunjia, is it a real person who does not show his face?

Otherwise, how could he write such a magical book at such a young age.

"Let's go, follow me to see how the vegetables are in the vegetable cellar," Han Hao was most concerned about this, and led the scribe to hurry to the vegetable cellar, found a random place, lifted the lid, and a humid and warm air rushed to his face.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and I saw that the vegetables in the cellar were green and lush, and there was no damage at all.

The scribe was completely convinced, and gave Han Hao a thumbs up and sighed: "Zunjia is really a god, this method of storing vegetables, even if it is over the winter, it will not rot, just this act can make Zunjia proud of all Tuntian officials." ”

Previously, when they didn't use the cellar vegetables, even if there was no frost, they left it for a month or two, and the vegetables dried out, so they had to choose pickling.

In the most solemn Shangyuan season, even the rich family has to face the embarrassment of having no fresh vegetables.

However, this cellar is different, the air in the cellar itself is humid, even if it is put into the spring of next year, it is no problem.

The more the scribe praised him, the more Han Hao remembered his contempt for Liu Ping's book, and the more he blushed, as if he had taken Liu Zunjia as a superficial child who was born as a small servant and greedy for pleasure two days ago.

How can a person who can write that kind of divine book be superficial? His books are so much more useful than those that are full of them.

Han Hao replied honestly: "Don't talk nonsense, this method is not something I can think of, the one who accurately predicts frost and teaches me this method of cellaring is our Zhonglang General Liu Zun. ”

"Liu Zunjia? But he has never been to Shanyang County, "The scribes were puzzled, and they also knew that at this time, there was an additional general who was in charge of their Shanyang County Tuntian, but this person never showed up, which inevitably made everyone talk about it."

It was even rumored that Cao Yuanjun was dissatisfied with Han Duwei and wanted to replace Han Duwei with his own people, and the scribe felt sorry for this.

He knew that although Han Duwei did not have a good temper, he was indeed a good official who loved the people like a son.

At this time, looking at Han Duwei's look of admiration, this is a relationship with the Zhonglang General for a long time, and he has been worried in vain for a long time.

Han Hao looked at the direction of Yanzhou and said: "In the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, and that's it, Zhonglang gave me a divine book from Liu Zunjia, and I just did it." ”

"Divine letters?" The scribe is simply yearning, if he learns the ability of the divine book, will he not become a Shennong?

"Exactly," Han Hao nodded and said, "So, these credits belong to Liu Zunjia, I don't dare to take it, I will go to the Assassin Mansion to state this matter to Cheng Zunjia now." ”

He walked a few steps and then turned around and ordered: "Pack up a few more carts of fresh vegetables, and send someone with me to send them to Liu Zunjia, Cao Yuanjun and Cao Dagongzi, this is a great achievement, let's boast for Liu Zunjia." ”

At this time, Liu Ping in the bed sneezed a few times in a row, it was so cold, did someone scold me?

Then he fell asleep again.

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