After taking care of the baby in his arms, he walked around the shack without stain.

Although the village in front of the mountain has been stripped of its turf, the mountain is lush with vegetation. The villagers of Jiangjia Village were hungry to the bones, but they did everything they could to save rations for the strong laborers, and they took the risk of the mountain to build a simple dock fort, which looked like a bandit's den.

It is far from the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

It seems that Jiang Song's heart knot is still his own leg.

It is said that there are inevitably many thresholds that cannot be crossed in a person's life, but there are many thresholds, and if they cannot be crossed, they will collapse. For these so-called upper-class figures, such shortcomings are undoubtedly fatal.

Wujian sighed, a little worried about the brother who had fled to his uncle's house.

……

All the rations in the village were already on the cart in front of the innocent.

It's just two sacks of beans, and the whole village has 170 mouthfuls of young and old, even if they save money, they can't last two days.

Moreover, beans are easy to bloate and diarrhea when eaten, and they used to be the rations of livestock.

The villagers who came to distribute the grain were already talking about it, but they all cowered and did not dare to step forward.

"What do you think the young patriarch thinks? And save one more person to divide the rations? ”

"Could this person be a child bride that the patriarch exchanged for food?"

……

Jiang Song walked out with his spear, and the entrance of the village was suddenly silent.

"From today onwards, all arrangements must be made to obey this little lady."

The reason why Jiang Song arranged it this way was because he had witnessed a miracle.

……

"What, you're going to grow vegetables with these two bags of grain?" Jiang Twelve couldn't believe his ears, if this grain was used to grow vegetables, the harvest would have been sown in spring recently, and at that time, a village of people would have starved to death.

"The patriarch is bewitched by you, a demon girl, we won't!"

"It's just—we don't agree!"

When it comes to such a major matter as food, the villagers have a lot of objections.

"Quiet!"

The villagers were silent, and Jiang Song walked back to the shack slowly, and came out with a pottery bowl.

The pottery bowl was covered with a black cloth, and the villagers were curious and crowded forward.

"It's a bean sprout!" There was a sudden excited voice in the crowd, they have seen the bean sprouts growing in spring, and the bean sprouts in midwinter are almost early spring, who has seen them?

Such a small thing as sprouting bean sprouts can be done by anyone who can cook in modern times. There were no vegetables in the Sui and Tang dynasties in winter, and even the bark was stripped of the tree due to famine, so you can imagine how precious this fresh bean sprout is.

"If we grow all these beans into sprouts and trade with the upper-class scholars in Xingyang, we will definitely be able to exchange them for enough food."

There are many dock forts near Xingyang, if you exchange with them, you can think about how you can survive until the spring sowing.

Wujian thought of this method at this time, also considering that adults can still tolerate it, but this child must eat and drink well, so he plans to take out this method of raw bean sprouts to meet food and clothing, and exchange for some rice grains and goat's milk.

Jiang Twelve hesitated to bring the bean sprouts to his mouth, and the white and tender bean sprouts immediately burst out of juice when they entered his mouth, sweet and delicious, moistening his pale lips that had been chapped for many days.

He trembled a little with excitement, if these two bags of grain were used to grow bean sprouts, their Jiangjia Village would definitely be able to survive this catastrophe safely.

"My Jiangjia Village has been saved!"

"The little fairy is the benefactor of our Jiang family!"

Originally, they didn't report their hopes, but they didn't expect that the young patriarch would really bring back the nobles of their entire village when he went out.

How loud is the voice of more than a hundred people, anyway, Wuzhi is about to be deafened.

The squirming crowd gathered all the way to Jiang Song's shack, you push me, I push you and you are crowded, Jiang Song coughed twice, and the people around him dispersed in a hurry, but it didn't take long for them to come back, where were they willing to give up this opportunity to watch the little fairy perform fairy magic.

It's just that Wuji closed the door of the room and didn't let them see it.

It's not that they won't be able to see it, but that the sprouts will stop growing as soon as they see the light.

Now the hope of the whole village in these two sacks is only taken care of by Wuji and Jiang Song.

Although Jiang Song is lame, he is tall and big, and some hard work is still quite easy to do.

Ever since she took out this bean sprout to prove that she was not without purpose, Jiang Song saw that she was a little more perk, but she became more silent. After discussing with each other, the two of them unanimously decided to explain to the villagers that Wuji was not a fairy, and that this technique was not a matter of immortal arts.

These low-level people, whose lives are like ants, are actually as tough as weeds, wildfires are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows, as long as they believe that they have not given up and survived this breath, they can continue endlessly.