Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Thousand Miles of Red Land

The sun on the top of this head is so poisonous that it wants to make a fire, this is a great drought that has not been encountered in a hundred years, the farmers are sitting on the edge of the field, the seedlings inside are not long without chopsticks, they have dried up and died, and they will be broken into pieces when they are caught.

"Daddy, don't look at it, I can't save it, now there is no rain for more than half a year, don't say, the well water in the village is mixed, they say that the well water is not good, how can it work?"

Da Niu originally wanted to persuade him, but after a few words, he became deeply worried.

"Alas, this thief God, he can freeze to death in winter, and die of heat in summer, this is not a way to live......" Lao Suo scolded, so frightened that his son hurriedly dissuaded.

This is true not only in one place, but almost everywhere in Houming, and there are places where there has been no rain for a whole year.

The most difficult thing is that this autumn yellow is not received, and even the grains are not harvested, what do they take to wrap their stomachs?

The weeds are about to run out, and if it weren't for the rice porridge collar, I am afraid that I would not be able to live.

The entire Houming seemed to have been broken by this drought, and there was no life in the city, and the pedestrians walking on the street were blinded.

The most popular and most helpless is the grain store, they are now out of stock, but the people don't believe it, they are scolded for being good, and how many people have smashed their homes......

"Your Majesty, the summer harvest is out of harvest in many places, and this year's tax ......" Wang Mian belongs to Wuyi's relatives, and he dared to ask about this matter.

If this is the case today, even if there is a harvest, how much is it, but last year's a few percent, even if you eat it with rice bran, you can barely make a living, and now if you want to pay taxes, it will be unimaginable.

But the court is also bitter, now even the court has no surplus grain, and the grain and grass stored in the army have been taken out.

"No, it's the same everywhere." When Wu Yi heard this, he waved his hand and gave it away, in fact, even if he collected it, he couldn't collect a few stones of grain, and he was infamous in vain.

Wang Mian smiled, but soon he had a headache, and he was in charge of these things.

"Say it." Wu Yi could see from his face that the next thing was even more cruel.

Wang Mian gritted his teeth and said: "Nanming's side, now the price of grain has risen again......

In fact, this is not an accident, during this time, Nanming is own territory is less than two ends in three days, and the price of grain has risen, and the offer to Hou Ming is naturally even more exaggerated.

Eat them anyway.

"Hmph, as I expected, this is the best, another month, you have to promise me a month, no one can starve to death, as long as I carry it for a month, I will ensure that the people are fine." Wu Yi clenched his fists tightly.

Now he doesn't dare to look at the excerpts sent by Wenchen, the people everywhere are not happy, there is no worst, only worse, I really can't bear to look at it.

On the contrary, Hong Chengchou couldn't sit still at the beginning, because as soon as the price of this grain rose, some guys jumped out, a group of businessmen who dared to compete with him for benefits.

It's just that these merchants are still immovable, they all have backgrounds, and the most arrogant ones are still their own family cronies.

Now this Nanming is about to cause a food shortage, and there is obviously grain but it has been taken away by merchants and the government.

"What's going on up north? Wu Dalang is really calm, doesn't he know that as long as I lose one tael of silver, I will have to take back ten taels from him? Hong Chengchou said angrily.

It's been a month, and according to their speculation, Hou Ming should have run out of water, but he still refused to bow his head, and the news of grain prices spread almost every day, but there was no movement.

"Hmph, it's just a matter of dying, if he Wu Dalang dares not to buy food, even those mud legs can tear him alive." His subordinates couldn't help but laugh, he was completely different from Hong Chengchou.

I wish this Hou Ming, desperate, in that case, the price of food is his final say, and at the same time, he glanced at Hong Chengchou with a weak heart, and found that there was no abnormality, so he was relieved.

Because his ambition is too big now, but there is not much food among the people, and even if the price is high, he can't collect it, so he quietly stretched out his hand to Hong Chengchou's pocket.

This is also helpless, who made this opportunity rare, he didn't want to miss it even if he died, Wu Dalang would definitely be more willing to pay a high price to buy the food in his hand, because he didn't need any land, just silver for nothing.

But another bad thing is that the temperature is very high this year, and it is not easy to store summer grain, especially the food in their hands is not a small amount, fortunately, even if it is moldy, Wu Dalang has to pinch his nose and buy it.

Subsequently, Daming Kyoto also came to a group of special guests, Hong Tong, a gentleman with oily hair and noodles, but the other identity is Hong Chengchou's nephew, Hong Chengchou is inconvenient, so he simply let this nephew who is not doing his job come out to inquire and see what the situation is here in Wu Dalang.

Because his heart suddenly became unsteady, Wu Dalang knew that if he delayed for one more day, he would cut him one more time, why was he not afraid?

This is not a normal reaction, so Hong Chengchou must be more careful, let this Hong Dong inquire about it, and grasp Wu Dalang's handle more accurately.

Hong Tong has no ability, but his biggest ability is to eat, drink and have fun, this matter is what he is best at, now in Kyoto, as long as he can take out food, how many people are eager to offer themselves as a bodhisattva.

Therefore, on the second day, countless wealthy businessmen were attracted, and nobles came to the door, and naturally some of them came to inquire about him.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp is naturally indispensable, although this Hong Dong has no talent to take a shot, but now it is not a problem, because he has food in his hands.

"A month? You said that Wu Dalang will press for another month? Hong Tong easily inquired about Wu Dalang's plan, and the news had also spread to Nanming, but no one took it seriously, this is food, you should be fish and meat, if you don't eat it for a month, it's a big deal to lose weight.

This is food, and if you eat less, you will be hungry, and if you don't eat for a few days, you will die.

It's different from the official's mouth, he Wu Dalang is ashamed to say that it will take a month......

Hong Tong couldn't imagine that this group of officials or sons who were not of low status would gobble up in front of him regardless of face, because now they are all under control, even if there is no surplus food in the officials' homes.

Hong Tong really believed it, because if it wasn't at this point, he would never let this kind of person who regarded face as extremely important so embarrassed.

Hong Tong immediately smiled, the situation he encountered here has completely shown one thing, that is, Hou Ming can't hold on, and he will soon tell them Nan Ming to spare him.

Therefore, the first person he told the news was not Hong Chengchou, but his father, and joked that the price of grain in Nanming is changing every day, so naturally his family's silver is the most important.

And Wu Yi didn't pay attention to this guy at this time, but he was just a second ancestor.

Now he is agreeing with the ministers on how to pull the Manchus into the water, there is no reason for them to watch the excitement.

Fang Zhen's face is not good, he has just come back from the north, it can be said that this time he touched the ash of his nose, and he is not completely to blame the Tartars, because last year Wu Dalang was like this, it was strictly forbidden to trade with the Manchus, this time Houming was unlucky, and the Manchus were naturally happy to see their jokes.

"It's not that there is no way, it's just that they want ......" Fang Zhen hesitated......

"Aren't they asking us for land too?" Wu Yi said it directly.

"It's not all, some people propose that they can exchange it for iron, but it takes a pound for a pound."

If there was naturally no objection in later generations, they would even laugh off their big teeth, but this was the Ming Dynasty, and now there is not much iron production.

"Hmph, these damn Tartars have all calculated on our heads, and the food they exchanged was all snatched from us, and they can't be exchanged." Wang Tiejun now has a beard and looks a lot more mature, but as soon as he opens his mouth, it is exposed.

"What are they?" Wu Yi was concerned about this.

It certainly won't be Dolgon, otherwise it wouldn't be so cheap, yes, as long as the ambitious old fox won't miss the opportunity, Dolgon is afraid that he will also wait for the opportunity.

"It's all people who are covered with eight flags, and they have surplus food in their hands." How could Fang Zhen say it all without inquiring about these people clearly.

Wu Yi looked at the map and said with a smile: "Okay, just exchange with the tribe close to Chahar, remember how many are exchanged for how much." ”

Fang Zhen took the order, this is an absolutely loss-making business, but now it is different, Hou Ming really has no food.

He couldn't help frowning, how should this hurdle be passed, even if he can get food, it will be a drop in the bucket for tens of millions of people in the later Ming Dynasty.