After the carnival, there was silence on the ridge.

The villagers sat on the edge of the ridge with their legs hanging down in rows.

Looking at the small sweet potato mountain in front of me, my lips were trembling.

Several healers on the side were tightly dragging the small gourd bottle of the fast-acting heart-saving pill, staring at these old men with their eyes.

Only Gao Huai's excited voice at the scene said: "Twenty stones!" ”

Gongsun Jing's heart was numb.

In this northern land, what is the concept of producing 20 stone per mu?

A young attendant fell to his knees in the field, buried his face in the mud, and wept.

Compared with the big men who considered politics and the pattern, this entourage from a poor background could only think of his father and mother who starved to death at home.

Thinking of the fourth year of the first peace, after the heavy rain on the 24th, the cold wind in June was like winter.

Thinking of the first year of Xingping, the drought in April and the locust plague in August, there was no harvest of acres and acres, and people were cannibalistic.

In the second year of Xingping, summer, there was a great drought.

In the first year of Jian'an, there was no grain in the year.

In the second year of Jian'an, there was a drought and a famine, and there was a locust plague in summer.

……

Disaster after disaster was accompanied by famine, and famine was followed by a pandemic.

Thousands of miles of red land, white bones all over the field.

The hometown of this retinue has decayed and collapsed in one natural and man-made disaster after another.

He carefully held a handful of sweet potato vines and couldn't cry.

Tears fell in large gullies, wetting the ground in front of them.

With his crying, even Gongsun Jing and the others couldn't help but raise their sleeves and wipe the corners of their eyes.

God's cruelty to the Han is deeply experienced by everyone here, except for Zhao Xi.

Tian Kai also sighed, when Qingzhou was in Qingzhou, there was a famine in the army, and he used Pu to win the hunger.

At that time, there were also man-eating thieves, and thieves gathered to prey on the living.

The real white bones are accumulated, and the road is full of stinking silk.

It took a long time for the attendant to wipe his face.

At this time, Gao Huai reported: "Forty stones." ”

Gongsun Jing looked at the land in the field with a dull gaze, and he couldn't understand how this small square acre of land could produce such a high-yield thing.

Forty stones, which is already ten times the amount produced by the fields of the northern land.

With such an output, there is no need to be afraid of a major drought.

In this northeastern part of Liaoning, such a yield per mu is enough to feed how many people. How many tragic things can be made in the world, Gongsun Jing can't imagine.

"Eighty stones." Gao Huai's voice became calmer and calmer.

"Ask for food and seeds." A trembling villager knelt down in front of Gongsun Jing.

"Ask for food and seeds."

Then, the second and third......

Gongsun Jing looked at these people in front of him, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This thing is not up to me. ”

He got up and helped the villagers on the ground one by one: "This thing is owned by my granddaughter, and I can't be the master." ”

Gongsun Jing didn't have a big package.

He once again seriously thought about what Gongsun Yan wanted to do.

How far it can go.

Eventually, Gao Huai reported: "One hundred and eighty stones." ”

The whole 10,000 and 800 catties.

If Gongsun Yan is here, he will definitely praise the integrity of the system again.

Although the high yield of this improved variety can only be maintained for two generations, the yield will be rapidly reduced after two generations.

However, as described in the system, the state of intensive cultivation can reach more than 10,000 catties.

After getting this number, Gao Huai sat next to Gongsun Jing with blank eyes.

Then he suddenly grabbed Gongsun Jing's sleeve: "Gong Jing, all the Gao family horse farms are given to Ah Yan, what do you think of this grain seed?" ”

Gongsun Jing sat there with his head empty, and finally closed his eyes sharply and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the kang of the main house of Lone Bamboo.

Gao Huai was cross-legged, eating sweet potatoes roasted by Tian Kai's orders.

This white-hearted potato tastes like a chestnut.

Gao Huai cherished every bite to the extreme.

Hearing the movement on the fire, he hurriedly walked over and said, "Gong Jing, our Gaojia Horse Farm is all for Ah Yan, what do you think of this grain seed?" ”

Gongsun Jing turned over expressionlessly and ignored him.

At noon, these old men went through that experience, and it took a lot of effort to let them visit the paper mill and pig farm in the afternoon, but all the plans were canceled.

Let them have a good life, and they will really give birth to some kind of mess.

Gongsun Jing thought for a while, got up and said, "I'm going to Beishan." ”

He had never been so eager to see Gongsun Chan and talk to him.

couldn't resist him, Gao Huai helped to call Tian Kai and Zhao Xi.

Under the arrangement of the two of them, Gongsun Jing took the chariot carried by people and came to the tomb of Gongsun Zan in Beishan.

"Berguay, you ......"

He has never liked this son, although the father and son are not on the same page, but if you want to say how much father-son affection there is, it is really not.

But standing in front of Gongsun Zhan's tomb at this time, Gongsun Jing was a little choked.

raised children for a lifetime, and when I got old, I found that I was still the most worry-free concubine who was not taken seriously.

"Bogui, if you see your brother and sister under the spring, you will beat them hard for me."

Gongsun Jing put a pot of wine in front of Gongsun Zhan's sealing of the soil.

Next to the tomb, there is a grass house.

As a rule, Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng should live here until the mourning period.

But after the cottage was built, she also wanted to stay overnight.

After that, the grave keeper lived.

The grave keeper was a disabled sergeant who had retired from the army, and his legs and feet were a little inconvenient and brought Gongsun Jing an animal skin blanket.

The blanket also has a pungent smell unique to the fur, which is not good, but it is dry and warm on the ground.

Gongsun Jing sat on this animal skin, holding a dove cane, chattering.

Tian Kai and the others guarded him from afar.

Gongsun Jing started from the first time Gongsun Chan rode a horse when he was a child, and talked about his death.

He smiled wryly, and found that in his memory, the father and son were in a stalemate, and there was almost no peace and warmth together.

After a long time, Gongsun Jingchang sighed and gave up this kind of meaningless chatter that was too late.

"Ah Yan, what is ......" Gongsun Jing's voice was so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"With a daughter like Ah Yan and these peculiarities, why are you still so defeated."

The story of Gongsun Zhan's great secret treasure has already been quietly spread.

Gongsun Jing naturally won't miss it, but he has always been very skeptical about the authenticity of it.

He stared at Gongsun Zhan's tombstone in a daze: "Maybe this is fate, it's your life and Gongsun clan's life." ”

A gray-haired old dog who accompanied the grave keeper on the mountain ran over with his tail wagging for some reason and sat down next to Gongsun Jing.

Tian Kai and others wanted to step forward to drive them away, but Gongsun Jing waved his hand and refused.

Gongsun Jing touched the dog's head and stroked its dirty body.

"If you have a spirit, Birge, bless me to live longer."

Gongsun Jinghu laughed: "I want to see how far Ah Yan can go." ”

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Basically, there was a major drought in the four years during that period, and when I read the paper "The Impact of Climate Change on the Three Kingdoms in the Late Han Dynasty", the disasters were so frequent that I don't know how ordinary people survived at that time.

It can be said responsibly that in the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, all living beings were suffering.

Whether you are a man or a woman, if you really travel through the past, without a golden finger, you have to be finished!