It's already July, and the drought seems to have eased a bit, but after all, the sea is surrounded by oceans, and the air currents in the upper altitude collide violently, and it is easy to bring abundant rainfall.

Finally it's raining!

The people, who had been tormented by the drought for almost two months, finally waited for the rain, the rain was so heavy that the whole land seemed to be shrouded in rain and mist, the water vapor was filled, and the water on the ground flowed to the low-lying land, converging into puddles, and the water in the puddles continued to flow towards small rivers and lakes after being full, converging into larger rivers.

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and it was still a gentle breeze just now, but it didn't take long for the heavy rain to stop, the sun was shining, the water vapor was steaming, and it became stuffy again, this is the autumn tiger.

Fortunately, the heavy rain came in time, the crops that were being tasseled immediately had a trace of vitality, and the faces of the people were also relieved, this year's harvest was at least more than sixty percent, which was much stronger than no harvest at all, and some people paid to thank the monks and witches who prayed for rain.

The productivity is not high, and farming depends on the harvest of the sky, which is actually like this, and people are pale and powerless in front of nature.

Zhen Qian lived a leisurely life in Saga Town, tasting delicious food all day long, counting the golden sands that had just been mined from the Fengmingshan Gold Mine, hugging his beautiful concubine, listening to small songs, and enjoying the dance, without the worries of the case, and without the hustle and bustle of everything, this day will not be boring even if it is another thousand years and ten thousand years.

Yamamoto Fifty-six respectfully knelt down next to the low table on the side, and introduced the situation of the mine during this period of time to Zhen Qian, and said with a little pride on his face: "The locals of Saga Town dare not speak out now, and the three hundred mine guards have suppressed their arrogance, and there is only one way to cooperate with us obediently...... ”

Zhen Qian chuckled, knowing that there was some bloody suppression behind Yamamoto Fifty-six's understatement, and he had taken away their food from the dragon who crossed the river, and some people were not willing to be pressed to death by themselves, so they found all kinds of opportunities to secretly obstruct it, Yamamoto Fifty-six was even more ruthless, and directly pretended to be a robber and ransacked those people, and the matter had already been known to Fujiwara Shuo in Matsuura City.

However, after seeing the tax promised by Zhen Qian, Fujiwara Shuxiong directly chose to ignore it and let it out, if anyone obstructs the opening of the mine, he will be killed!

"Well done, reward!"

Yamamoto Fifty-six is a vicious dog in Zhen Qian's hands, helping him do things, and Zhen Qian will not be stingy with rewards.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi looked enviously at the maidservant girl who put a plate of gold coins in front of Yamamoto Fifty-six, and hurriedly spoke: "Master, now there are three thousand eight hundred and seventy-six miners in the four mines in Saga Town, and in the past month, we have collected 1,104 taels of sandsand, 8,435 catties of iron ore, 27,509 catties of saltpeter, and 40,361 catties of quartz sand, of which forty percent were secretly transported back to the Wufeng Islands. As the river was transported to the sea, it could provide millions of square meters of shipbuilding timber for the Wufeng Islands every month, and at the same time, the collected golden sands were exchanged for a large number of beef tendons, horns, cowhides, twine, tung oil, ....... ”

"Good! Good! Good! Reward! ”

Zhen Qian said three good things in a row, the Wufeng Islands cannot develop without resources, shipbuilding not only needs wood, but also needs iron, twine, tung oil, and so on, these materials are obviously not cost-effective to transport from the Tang Dynasty, and now Zhen Qian has no shortage of gold sand in his hands, if it were not for the fear that a large amount of gold sand will suddenly pour into Xikaidao and cause price inflation, he would have bought Xikaido out a long time ago.

Yamamoto Fifty-six and Toyotomi Hideyoshi were in charge of the army and the other in charge of the mine, Zhen Qian usually did not show up at all, and the Japanese people in Saga Town regarded these two people as heinous villains and hooligans, and they couldn't find Zhen Qian to complain.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi looked at the gold coins that Zhen Qian had rewarded him with joy, and his voice became excited: "That's right, master!" The villain found something in Saga Town and didn't know what to say? ”

"Then whatever you want!" Zhen Qian ate the melon that had been chilled with well water, and took a bite full of sweet aroma and mouthful.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi said a little stiffly: "Master, the villain was a field man before he became a samurai, and he was familiar with some common sense of farming, and they all said that there was a big disaster after the great drought, and the villain began to pay attention to it, and found that after the recent heavy rain, there were many small locusts on the side of the riverbank, so he looked around and found more traces of small locusts, these small locusts have begun to crawl towards our fields, and when these small locusts grow up, they will be dangerous." ”

After Zhen Qian killed the black tiger, he casually killed Kazuo Akiba and occupied hundreds of acres of land in his village, which were all managed under the name of Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Zhen Qian really didn't pay attention to hundreds of acres of land, but in these years, land is the foundation of his life, and even if he can do business, it is not as good as having a few acres of thin land at home. With a few acres of land in his hand, he just wants to remind himself of the food and the hardships of farming, so that he does not forget his roots, especially his own generation can understand, but the next generation may not be able to remember it when they grow up.

It is said that there are no more than three generations of wealth, and only three generations of wealth can cultivate a nobleman, but in fact it is easy to produce a nobleman, but it is even more difficult to not forget his roots after becoming a nobleman.

The weather was still very hot, Zhen Qian went out with a straw hat, and the group behind him was also dressed like Tian Shehan, without the slightest sense of wealth and nobility.

The location of the field left by Kazuo Akiba is the best in the village, close to the river, which is convenient for water for irrigation, Zhen Qian and his party walked and watched, the drought has had an impact on this year's crop harvest, Zhen Qian's land has lost more than 20 percent of the yield because of its proximity to the river, and the yield of farmland far away from the river bank is destined to be reduced by more than 40 percent.

Zhen Qian hung a towel around his neck, this ghost weather was too hot, a heavy rain only eased the drought, but the temperature did not drop because of this, but became more sultry.

The group came to a big tree, the tree is very large, about ten zhang high, the shade of the tree is half a basketball court in the area, sitting under the tree is very cool.

A group of people appeared on the ridge of the field, for a while there was a bit of chaos, caused a panic of the small animals hidden in the rice field, first of all, many birds flew away, and then a few quails fluttered up from the field, but unfortunately the flight was too low, panicked and there were a few of them crashed into this group of people, causing a piece of surprise, shouting to roast and eat at night.

In the distance, some farmers are watering their fields, rushing to water their crops for the last time during the rice heading period to reduce some losses.

(End of chapter)