The world is still an agricultural civilization, but the yield of grain per mu is very low.

Whether the people can survive or not depends on the weather.

That's why they fear the heavens.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Food production is still very low.

Nowadays, the weather is getting colder and colder every year, and the grain production is getting lower and lower every year.

It was later called the Xiaoice period.

Here, even if Qin Wan has money, don't want to buy more food.

So she bought a lot of food in the last modern plane.

First, it is to prepare for going home, and secondly, it is also worried about being pitted by the system to a famine plane like the end times.

Now that she's back, won't that food be of use?

For convenience, she packed half of the grain in burlap bags!

Now it's okay, you can take it out and use it directly.

Thinking of this, Qin Wan asked Mingxi curiously: "Does Your Highness know how the imperial court plans to resettle those victims outside the city?" ”

Mingxi was very unhappy: "What kind of eyes are you?" My father had already asked people to open a warehouse to put grain, but in recent years, because the weather was too cold, the grain has been underharvested, and there is not much in the warehouse.

In order to save more food, the palace began to cut back on food and clothing. Even the father and queen mother are also leading by example. ”

Qin Wan: "......" So you're really a poor bastard?

Mingxi: "!! "What kind of eyes are you!

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have had any hope for His Highness." Qin Wan said regretfully, walked to her private warehouse, quickly opened the door, and took fifty bags of rice out.

These 50 bags of rice were all packed in burlap bags, and one bag weighed 100 catties.

As soon as the fifty bags of rice were put away, the warehouse, which originally had a lot of space left, was filled in an instant.

Mingxi avoided suspicion and stood far away and didn't follow.

But suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.

He couldn't tell what it was, but he felt that there was something unusual in the storeroom.

So instinctively walked in.

He sneered in his mouth: "I want to see what the hell are you doing!" ”

Then he was dumbfounded.

He didn't pay attention to the boxes or anything, just stared at the burlap bags piled up in the corners.

Although there was a layer of linen, he could smell the aroma of rice!

As we all know, linen is breathable, and rice has a faint aroma of rice.

If there is more of it, the flavor of the rice will become stronger.

This warehouse is not big, so Mingxi smelled it as soon as he came in.

He was shocked for a while before he looked at Qin Wan with complicated eyes: "You actually have so much rice." ”

When you smell it, it seems that it is still polished rice!

You must know that when the imperial court opened a warehouse to release grain, all that was released was only brown rice.

Because rice polishing is not easy to grind and the process is complicated, most people still eat brown rice.

In comparison, the price of polished rice is much more expensive than brown rice.

Mingxi couldn't help but walk over, pinched the sackcloth pocket, felt the hard touch inside, and couldn't help but say, "Open it and let me see." ”

He had a knife with him, but if he punctured the bag, the rice would leak out and fall to the ground!

Qin Wan opened a bag of rice very cooperatively.

When Mingxi saw it, he couldn't help but grab it, and then he was shocked again.

The rice grains are very full, and they are snow-white and crystal clear, and the quality is so good!

He looked at Qin Wan with a strange look in his eyes: "Are you sure you want to take these rice to soup porridge?" ”

You're such a loser, does your family know?

Qin Wan could see what he was thinking at a glance, and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

What could she do?

She's desperate too.

In the modern plane, brown rice is much more expensive than this ordinary rice.

When her brain is flooded, she will spend more money to buy brown rice.

These rice seem to be pretty good, but in fact, in the modern plane, they are just ordinary rice.

In order to save money, but at the same time, she is afraid of attracting attention, so she goes directly to the production area to collect it.

It's simply not too cheap.

Qin Wan didn't bother to pay attention to Mingxi, the prince of the poor eggs with dirt buns, and went directly to call Qin Jiao, planning to let her go to the soup kitchen together.

So that Qin Jiao can also rub some merit.

Qin Jiao didn't have an opinion, but she was a little worried that the rice at home was not enough.

When she saw Qin Wan's rice, she was also as stunned as Mingxi.

She secretly dragged Qin Wan to the corner and asked her in a low voice, "Wanwan, do you really want to take them to soup porridge?" That's so eye-catching! ”

Qin Wan was helpless: "But I only have such rice in my hand." ”

In addition to this kind of rice in her hand, it is the spiritual rice that grows in the spiritual field.

That rice was so precious that she was reluctant to give it away.

Qin Jiao still felt that it was inappropriate: "No, this rice is too precious." Don't look at this rice, it seems to be a lot, in fact, we still have a lot of relatives.

Give a point to relatives, in fact, there is not much. If they see you taking this kind of rice to soup soup and don't give it to them, what will they think of you? ”

In recent years, it is popular among relatives to give gifts to each other.

Every New Year's holiday, they must give a gift to show their value.

If you get something rare, you have to send it to your relatives.

Otherwise, what do you think if you let people know?

The quality of the rice that Qin Wan took out was so good that it couldn't be bought on the market at all.

If she let her relatives know that she used such rice to give porridge to the victims, but refused to give it to her relatives, the relatives would definitely have an opinion!

Qin Wan coughed helplessly: "This rice was sent by the immortals, and the immortals gave a lot, and this is just a part of it." ”

Qin Jiao was instantly dumbfounded: "OoO!! ”

She said helplessly: "Wanwan, don't say this in the future!" "Otherwise, others won't be able to help but want to kill you!

Qin Wan immediately pretended to be obedient: "I definitely won't say it!" ”

Qin Jiao glanced at Mingxi, and the meaning was obvious: You let him see these rice, do you still want to say it?

God knows, when she came, when she saw Mingxi standing in front of a pile of grain, she was so scared that her soul was about to fly!

Wan Wan is such a fool!

I told her, don't tell the prince, why didn't she listen!

Who is the Prince?

What if he knew that Wan Wan had such a magical treasure in his hand and wanted to snatch it?

Afraid that Qin Wan would continue, Qin Wan hurriedly said: "It's almost time, let's hurry up and get out of the city, otherwise it's too late." ”

Qin Jiao really had no choice but to follow her.

Myung-hee also went.

For safety, a team of forbidden troops was also called.

The carriage staggered out of the city.

I saw a lot of igloos.

The victims cowered and hid in igloos, burning firewood, their thin faces dead and desperate.

Qin Wan glanced at it and saw the soup kitchen shed set up by the imperial court.

It's just that it's not about the time for soup kitchen, and the soup kitchen is deserted, and there is not even a person.

Qin Wan thought about it and decided to use it so as not to build another shed.

Seeing them walk into the shed, the victims, who were already lifeless, suddenly became in a commotion.

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