After sending Lin Xianhai away, Fang Hong stayed here completely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 During the day, he would go down to work in the fields with all the tenants. And at night, he will record what happened during the day, little by little.

There are his feelings when he digs the ditch, there are complaints about the dry weather, and more importantly, some of his experience and understanding of growing crops. Sowing, harvesting, fertilizing, a lot of bits and pieces of basic knowledge, all of which he recorded. He basically wrote these things for no purpose, he wrote wherever he wanted, and he didn't think that they would be published in the future and passed on to future generations or anything, all for his own amusement.

Between the lines, they do not pay attention to the neatness and standardization of sentence structure, sometimes there will be two sentences of ancient Chinese from the pre-Qin period, and sometimes, they are all vernacular. If you show it to some traditional readers, you will definitely point at his nose and scold a few words.

Those old-fashioned readers think that paper and pen and ink are sacred, and every sentence you write must be the condensation of your wisdom. If you write nonsense, you are wasting paper.

But Fang Hong didn't care at all, he just left it up to his own temperament and wrote whatever he wanted. When you're happy, you can write several pages a night, and when you're unhappy, write two sentences and you're done.

As the days went by, all these things written down were dozens of pages, and when bound, they were as thick as a book. Fang Hong also followed the habit of reading and gave this book a name, called "Yutian Miscellaneous".

Mortals talk about the sky, but they can only glimpse a corner. Although Fang Hong has a fifth-grade divine position, his divine powers are vast, and his power is returned to himself. But in the face of destiny, he is as fragile as a mortal. He took this as his name to remind himself from time to time, don't get carried away, no matter how strong you are, you can't be detached, and your fate can't help yourself.

After about a month, the drought in Shanxi, Henan and other places became more and more serious. The rain has not fallen for more than a month, and all parts of the country have begun to be in an emergency. The fertile land withered, the people were displaced, and the land was full of mourning.

The relief of the imperial court can't keep up at all, not to mention whether the imperial court has so much food, even the disaster relief money and food that has been distributed have been deducted layer by layer, and in the end there is not much left. This kind of thing cannot be avoided, and the officials at the top may cherish their feathers and refuse to be greedy for this little advantage. But the ordinary officials below don't care so much. One by one, they stretched out their heads and wanted to get a piece of the pie from this disaster relief food payment.

A large and small official, eating is full of red light. Even those who don't have food can at least guarantee that they won't starve to death. The only ones who really suffer are ordinary people.

In many places, the victims were waiting for food, but in the end, it turned into a bowl of gruel mixed with mud, sand and stones.

How can such a thing fill the stomach? It seems like this, eating it will only hasten death. After another half a month, public resentment began to boil, and chaos began to occur in many places.

If you don't provide disaster relief for the time being, it's okay, at least you still have a glimmer of hope for everyone, and everyone is looking forward to the money and food of the imperial court. But if you take out such a thing to fool everyone, it won't extinguish the last bit of hope of people.

Originally, if this development continued, people everywhere would rise up to rebel, which was an inevitable thing. But at this time, An Guo, a big businessman in Wuxi, took out 600,000 stone of grain and began disaster relief in various places.

At first glance, 600,000 stone of grain may sound like a lot, but in fact, looking at the entire northern land, it can't even be smashed. He could only take out some food and sell it in the worst affected areas.

His grain is much lower than the market price. Nowadays, although many people do not have much money, it is perfectly okay to buy some grain that is lower than the market price. After all, in the disaster year, grain merchants everywhere rushed to raise prices, and their little money could not buy much grain.

Originally, many unscrupulous businessmen, seeing Anguo selling grain at a low price, were ready to join in the fun, planning to buy a large amount and then sell it at a high price. Who would have thought that people had already prepared for it, and the direct purchase of grain was restricted, and each person should not buy more than 50 catties of grain. If you still want to buy food at a low price, you can, as long as you can find a large number of people who come to line up every day, you will definitely be able to get a lot of food. But if you really do this, you will definitely have to die, and the money for organizing the manpower alone is far higher than the money for selling grain.

With the intervention of Angola, the disaster situation in various places has stabilized. And the news of these places also reached Fang Hong's hands.

More than a month ago, Fang Hong began to train the assassins of the Tsing Yi Society. With the help of his supernatural powers, the growth time of those assassins was greatly shortened, and although it was only a little more than a month, it had already begun to bear fruit.

These Assassins were scattered all over the place, hiding on weekdays, gathering news from above. When it's time to use it, you can call it at any time. Fang Hong's news was obtained from the hands of these assassins of the Tsing Yi Society.

"It seems that Anguo is doing a good job, with both skills and ability. After Fang Hong received the letter, his divine power shook slightly, and the note turned into ashes. And a pigeon in front of him, with its eyes rolling, wings one, and quickly flew into the distance.

The carrier pigeons of the Tsing Yi Club have also been transformed by him with divine power, and they are not only stronger in flight, but also much stronger in intelligence than ordinary carrier pigeons. It is extremely fast and convenient to convey information.

Of course, Fang Hong also has a faster way of communicating, that is, storing a thought of his own in each person's mind, as long as he moves his mind, he can instantly cross countless distances, descend into his mind, and read everything that the other party knows.

However, he seems to be running into some problems. Fang Hong looked up at the south, and through the information of the Tsing Yi Society, he had a general understanding of the situation on the Anguo side.

After all, An Guo is a big businessman at the helm, and although the disaster relief is cumbersome, there is no difficulty for him. But many times, the difficulties do not arise in the matter itself, but because of the influence of external factors.

He took out so much grain by himself to help the victims, and many local officials, big and small, put their ideas on this food. 600,000 stone of grain, in a good year, is equivalent to at least 300,000 taels of silver. In this year of calamity, the value will have to be multiplied several times.

Many officials have just eaten a lot of fat from the disaster relief funds of the imperial court, and now they have a large piece of fat, so they will naturally not let it go, and they have to be careful when they embezzle the disaster relief funds of the imperial court. But these relief grains from Anguo are not welcome. It's just a businessman, is it possible to turn the world upside down?

Thanks to the classmates of Haoran's spirit, the classmates who met the other side as an unknown student, and the 500 yuan reward of Yi Ang Xuanxuan, it was big