Afraid that Ling Qingyue would send her back like when she left last year, Xiangling specially asked Li Shishi, Liu Xiwang, and Luo Qing to accompany her to send her off.

Li Shishi asked Xiangling in a daze: "Xiangling, what does General Ling mean by six hundred and eighty-nine days?" Why are you in a hurry? ”

Xiangling's face turned red again, her eyes widened, and she said to Li Shishi: "Brother Shi, do you know how you will die in the future?" ”

Li Shishi said with a confused face: "How did you die?" Old and dead? Sick and dead? Was bullied to death by He Huaer? ”

Xiangling said word by word: "Die of talking too much, die of cheapness." It's okay, don't ask. ”

Li Shishi rolled his eyes, and this Xiangling knew that he was playing tricks.

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In a blink of an eye, Ling Qingyue, as Xiangling expected, became a window knocker again, bringing back a large bag of sugar, plus a few letters that could not be brought back through the messenger camp.

Xiangling had already prepared, took out a food box, and said slyly: "I know that you will definitely come back, so I prepared a food box in advance, this is my "reply".

Ling Qingyue was so hungry that her heart was close to her back, and the two of them sat in the hook, one eating, and the other reading the letter.

After reading the letter, Xiangling blushed and reprimanded, this Ling Qingyue, the love words became more and more straightforward, undisguised, not inferior to her letter "Yue, I miss you, I think so hard".

The most infuriating thing is that almost every letter is signed with a number at the end, and this number is the secret of the two people.

Ling Qingyue pointed to the fried minced meat with bean paste, shredded bitter gourd, fried meatballs, and celery fried lilies in the food box, and said with a smile: "I understand the lady's reply, which are to accompany each other for a lifetime, share joys and sorrows, be reunited, and be happy for a hundred years." ”

Ling Qingyue's eyes looked at Xiangling hotly, and just about to open her mouth to speak, Xiangling said angrily: "Don't say that there are still six hundred and twenty-four days left!" ”

Ling Qingyue couldn't help but scratch the tip of the little girl's nose, and said with a smile: "The lady is not bad for a day, it seems that she is also looking forward to that day!" ”

Xiangling was so angry that she wanted to climb back to the window, but Ling Qingyue was pulled back like a turnip, and immediately kissed the sky dark, as if she wanted to make up for the deficit of the two of them for more than a month.

Maybe the longing was too strong, and the cold night couldn't be dissolved, Ling Qingyue's hand unconsciously reached into her clothes, like a snake entering a river, swimming for a good time, and hurriedly pushed Xiangling away at the last moment, jumped off the third floor in embarrassment, and ran away.

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In April, the spring flowers bloomed, and the farmers planted the land, thinking that it would be as smooth as last year, but they did not expect that something would happen in mid-May.

Before dawn, Ling Qingyue knocked on Xiangling's window in a hurry, very urgently, and even broke the rule of two short and one long.

Xiangling opened the window in shock, jumped into the hook, and said eagerly: "What's wrong?" ”

Ling Qingyue said with a solemn face: "When the soldiers were patrolling the mountain, they found that the bamboo forests in the mountain were all blooming. I have inquired about the five counties under this mountain range, and all of them are in the same situation, and some villages below the county have begun to see the phenomenon of villagers fleeing, so you should be mentally prepared to see how to deal with it. ”

For the flowering of bamboo, not to mention the ancients, even modern people have a kind of fascination and fear.

After the bamboo blossoms, it will produce bamboo rice, and after the bamboo rice is finished, the bamboo in the mountain will die for no reason, and none of them will be spared, even if it is not a mountain, two bamboo forests separated by dozens of miles, and they will die mysteriously at the same time as if they were infected with each other.

The ancients said that when bamboo blooms, there will be a catastrophe, and the family will move.

The last time bamboo bloomed was 60 years ago, and it is rumored that at that time, food was scarce, starvation was everywhere, and the population of Daqi plummeted by nearly half.

Xiangling's face was solemn, searching for the measures to deal with the flowering of bamboo that modern people had heard of.

She remembered that she had seen it somewhere, saying that bamboo rice was fragrant and nutritious, and that it would feed many birds, rats and even locusts, which was one of the reasons for the rapid spread of the disaster.

Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, a dead horse is regarded as a live horse doctor, Xiangling decided to immediately organize manpower and start killing bamboo flowers and picking bamboo rice to curb the accelerated reproduction of pests such as birds and mice.

Xiangling told Ling Qingyue her idea, and Ling Qingyue immediately organized the army to join the battle of killing bamboo flowers and picking bamboo rice.

Xiangling found Chu Lizheng again and asked him to contact Lizheng in all villages in Lin'an County, and organize all the villagers who could be united to start killing bamboo flowers and picking bamboo rice.

After three days of fighting, the bamboo forests and bamboo flowers in the mountains of Lin'an County had just been wiped out, and bad news came from other counties, saying that the five surrounding counties began to be flooded with locusts, and the land was lost, and began to spread to the non-mountainous counties.

There have been rumors among the people that not only are there locust plagues, but that there are fewer animals in the mountains to eat, which will cause a tide of beasts, and that the curse is coming.

If one takes the lead in spreading the rumor, a second immediately echoes it, and a third follows it......

Slowly, the negative emotions of fleeing greatly overcame the positive emotions of fighting the locust plague, and Lin'an County began to waver.

On this day, Xiangling was talking about how to deal with locusts at Lizheng's house.

Sanzhu suddenly rushed into the house and said to Chu Lizheng: "Dad, something is wrong, the villagers have fenced off our house." ”

Chu Lizheng stood up in shock and said, "Didn't you let them kill the bamboo rice?" What are you doing around us? ”

Sanzhu explained: "Dad, it's not from our village, it's from another village, and he said that he wanted to talk to you about something." ”

"They're looking for me?" Chu Lizheng glanced at Xiangling with a worried face, and his intuition told him that this matter must be related to the soybean contract signed by Xiangling's family.

Chu Li said to Xiangling: "Xiangling, I am the intermediary of the contract, I will mediate first, it is not good for you to face them directly." ”

Xiangling nodded, and sat in the room with Luo to listen to the movement outside.

After about an hour, Chu Lizheng finally returned to the house.

My throat and eyes were about to smoke, and I drank a large pot of water in one go.

After drinking the water, he scolded as if he was relieved: "These people have no conscience, they didn't say anything about growing soybeans last year to make a lot of money, but this year they saw the locusts crossing the border and the grains were not harvested, so they came to blackmail Xiangling's money, which is really shameless." ”

Roche was surprised: "What kind of money?" Xiangling signed a contract with the big guy for soybean recycling, not bean seedling recycling, so it's not too panicked to make money? ! ”

Chu Lizheng sighed and said: "I must want to escape, seeing that our bean fields in Lin'an County have not yet been flooded with locusts, I want to sell them to Xiangling, to put it nicely, as long as half of the money is given, even if it is a bumper harvest in autumn, they will not regret it, as if Xiangling has taken advantage!" They didn't want to think about it, the locusts would come over soon, and Xiangling was simply a bamboo basket to draw water. ”

Xiangling muttered: "I would rather pay to help them fight the locust plague than to buy land, but if I give a penny, it will help them leave their hometown." ”

Xiangling is not distressed about money and has a bad heart, but she has seen such a thing in the "Daqi Yearbook".

In order to repatriate the villagers so as not to disturb the capital and cause turmoil, the imperial court implemented regional partition at that time.

To put it bluntly, all the victims must return to their territories to claim relief food.

Countless people have died of illness, starvation, and strife along the way.

Rather than that, it's better to stay at home and fight the disaster.