Lu Qinghong watched Li Wenzhi being slashed by a thousand knives in front of him, and the fear in his heart had destroyed all his will.

So there was not much strength for Li Chengqian at all, so Lu Qinghong obediently said the place where the rice and grain were hidden. Of course, in the end, he did not escape death, but he did not suffer a thousand cuts.

Although all the relief food was recovered, if the porridge shed was set up according to Li Chengqian's way. It is estimated that it will not be long before the grain bottoms out.

Fortunately, Li Chengqian transferred tens of thousands of grains in advance. This ensured that there were no displaced people when the Yellow River burst its banks.

As for the other state capitals that learned of Li Chengqian's actions in Bianzhou, they naturally put away their greed for food for disaster relief, and obediently put the grain into the relief of the victims.

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As the water level of the Yellow River receded, the land once again ushered in vitality. Unfortunately, it's late September, and it's impossible to plant crops.

Therefore, this year's grain harvest is already doomed, and the new grain needs to wait until next year's autumn harvest. But how did the people survive the winter, and how could they hold on to this long year?

"How are you going to deal with the subsequent lives of the victims, you can't keep this porridge shed open until the autumn harvest next year." Cheng Yanjin opened his mouth and asked Li Chengqian.

"There's a lot of land in front of you, so why not plant crops again. Do you have to wait until the beginning of spring next year to spring ploughing? Li Chengqian looked at Cheng Yanjin and asked.

"Although I have never planted grain, I also know the truth of spring planting and autumn harvest. Can you kid still change the time? Cheng Yanjin said disdainfully to Li Chengqian.

"When the sky is changing, this king naturally doesn't have that ability. But the king knew that there was a kind of wheat that could be planted in the fall. It can be harvested in late spring. Li Chengqian said after smiling.

The eldest grandson Wuji really hasn't heard of any crops that can continue to grow in the snowy season of the cold winter and the moon.

So he opened his mouth and asked Li Chengqian: "You have a basis for saying this, if you say it, then don't mention this matter again." ”

"Uncle, don't worry, if I am not sure, I naturally can't say anything. It's called winter wheat, and I've got the seeds ready. Li Chengqian said to the eldest grandson Wuji with a smile.

"However, if the winter wheat harvest is not until late spring, I am afraid that the spring planting will also be affected in the coming year. What should be done then? Eldest Sun Wuji said after thinking about it.

"Uncle don't worry, I have another seed in my hand, which is called corn. It can be sown in late spring or early summer and then harvested in autumn. Li Chengqian said.

"If you say that, wouldn't you be able to grow two crops a year? I've never heard of it. Cheng Yanjin pouted and said.

"In the land of fish and rice in the south, there is a record of planting two crops of rice a year, but the requirements for conditions are also very harsh. And if you don't get the last season right, you may lose it. Eldest Sun Wuji said.

The two-cropping system was only implemented in the south in the middle and late Tang Dynasty. In the early Tang Dynasty, this situation was rare.

Only in the south are winters very short and the temperature is not low. Instead, it is possible to grow two crops of rice a year.

"Uncle Cheng, just put your heart in your stomach. With this king, the people of Henan Province will not suffer from famine again. Li Chengqian said with a laugh. Then he walked away.

Looking at Li Chengqian's back, the eldest grandson Wuji opened his mouth and said to Cheng Yanjin: "If he can really grow two crops a year, Datang will really not have to worry about food anymore." ”

"The key is that this kid's words are unreliable, and harvesting two crops a year is like a fantasy." Cheng Yanjin still doesn't believe that he can grow winter wheat.

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"Folks, these seeds are called winter wheat. Plant it now in the field and harvest it in late spring next year. Then we won't have to go hungry anymore. Li Chengqian held the wheat seeds in his hand and said to the people.

But what Li Chengqian didn't expect was that the eyes of the people were not showing joy. Instead, they are confused and disbelieving.

No matter how hard Li Chengqian tried to speak, he still made these people indifferent. After all, they had never heard of such a thing, and crops could grow in a snowy winter.

This couldn't help but make Li Chengqian feel very helpless, after all, tens of thousands of people are not like the eldest grandson Wuji and Cheng Yanjin, it is easy to understand their explanations.

Just when Li Chengqian had nothing to do, the gray-haired old man appeared again. And in front of tens of thousands of people, he said: "I have indeed heard of the old man who grows wheat in winter. ”

"We haven't tried it, but now we don't have to try it. Because it is impossible for the imperial court to distribute disaster relief food all the time. ”

"That is to say, after the winter, we still have to survive the long spring and summer. Only when the autumn harvest is in place will we have grain in the pot. ”

"If we have to endure a year of famine, why can't we try it? At the very least, there is hope. ”

What Li Chengqian didn't expect was that he persuaded him with good words, but the people didn't believe it. But as soon as the old man opened his mouth, the people nodded yes one by one.

This couldn't help but make Li Chengqian interested in this old man, but now is not the time for Li Chengqian to talk to this old man.

Because he had to take advantage of this opportunity to make the people firm in their determination to plant winter wheat. Then he said, "In order to make everyone believe in the words of this king, this king will give all the seeds with wheat to the villagers for free." ”

"And next year, when the wheat is harvested, the king will bring you corn suitable for planting. Then you will have two harvests a year, and then you will not have to worry about running out of food, even if there is a natural disaster. ”

In the end, under Li Chengqian's painstaking persuasion, the white-haired old man assisted him. The winter wheat seeds finally went on successfully.

This also made Li Chengqian's hanging heart finally let go. At the same time, it also gave Li Chengqian time to talk to this old man.

So he opened his mouth and said to the gray-haired old man, "Today's affairs are thanks to the help of the old man, otherwise I am afraid that the people may not believe in this king." ”

"Everything His Royal Highness has done is for the country and the people. The old man was only doing his best to make a small effort, and he didn't dare to take credit in front of His Royal Highness King Xian. The old man said to Li Chengqian with a smile on his face.

"Old man, I don't know what you call it. It seems that the old man has a high prestige in the hearts of the people. Li Chengqian asked the gray-haired old man with a smile.

"The old man's name is Yanyang. There is no prestige or prestige, it's just that the villagers are raising the old man and giving the old man a face. The old man wisped his gray beard and said to Li Chengqian.

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