After the spring ploughing, all the coastal areas of Luoshui are in the palm of Luo Lingzhi. Such a movement naturally can't hide from Xiangcheng and other places in the lower reaches of Luoshui, not to mention Emperor Feng, who sent a few people over one after another without reply, and even Duanwang, who was busy rectifying the rear, was keenly aware of the changes in Luoshui.

The wheat is green, and the land of Sichuan and Shu stretches out thousands of hectares of fertile fields, and rice and spring wheat are planted all over.

The leaves are getting darker, and the shade is growing.

Luo Dabao, who was nearly five years old, became more and more dignified, lifted the curtain and looked at the green wheat in the endless sky, his respectful and calm little face was not tightened, and he still smiled childishly.

"Sir, my mother said that this rice can yield more than 500 catties per mu, and now there are nearly 2,000 hectares of fertile land in Sichuan and Shu alone, and Luoshui is abundant enough to irrigate, so that nearly one million people on both sides of Luoshui will no longer have to go hungry this year!"

Luo Dabao still remembers the refugees who kept falling when they went north to escape the famine, and they couldn't bear to leave their hometowns, so they had to find another way to make a living because they couldn't survive, and even more pitiful was that even if they went out, they might not be able to survive.

Now, with the efforts of my mother and others, there is such a shocking fertile land in the land of Sichuan and Shu, and the wheat is full of grains that can survive! As long as this granary is guarded, nearly one million people in Luoshui will no longer have to suffer the pain of being uprooted from their homes.

Looking at the wheat immersed in the sunshine and rain, Luo Dabao's face was full of joy.

"Luo Niangzi's move is a great goodness!"

Mr. Xu nodded, and his heart was full of emotion, who would have thought that the deserted city that was about to be flooded by Luoshui would become a granary that did not belong to Huainan in less than a year, and food is the foundation of human survival.

Only by keeping the foundation can we strive to open up outward.

Mr. Xu hadn't paid attention to Prime Minister Luo's eldest daughter before, and just felt that she was a woman who didn't need to be cared about, but the various situations he saw on the way to exile made him have to focus on this eldest lady who had been ignored before, which was really unusual.

But his main energy is still poured into this big treasure with half of the Luo family's blood flowing in his body.

Mr. Xu's eyes were solemn, leading Dabao out of the carriage, standing on the ridge, raising his hand and pointing to the fertile fields stretching outside and said to Luo Dabao: "Luo Ji, look at this green rice seedling, look at the people in the field who are still smiling with their backs bent, whether it is the grain or the people on the land under your feet, they are all responsibilities that you will put in your heart in the future." ”

Grain, too.

And the food of the world supports the people of the world and represents the country and the world.

This is Feng Xun named Luo Dabao when he was four years old, and the surname has not changed with Dabao's wishes. Anyway, whether it is surnamed Feng or Luo, they are the children of him and the girl, and they are the little sons of Huainan!

Since he had a big name, Mr. Xu no longer called him Dabao, but directly called him Luo Ji, as if he did not treat him as a five-year-old child, and had high hopes.

Luo Dabao nodded seriously, "Sir, don't worry, Dabao keep it in mind." In the face of people close to him, Luo Dabao still didn't change his name?

This time, he traveled around Luoshui with Mr. Xu, as for the farther places, although Mr. Xu also wanted to take him to see, but Jizhou, Youzhou and other places were at a time of tension, and the south of the Huaijiang River was also in turmoil, and Kyoto was even more treacherous......

"Luo Ji can know why Luo Niangzi can make everyone near Luoshui surrender in less than a year, and there is no second heart?"

The previous Luoshui flood was too big, and all the people sent by Emperor Feng were detained, and this change can be seen in the eyes, and they are curious about Luo Niangzi, who has never heard of it.

"Sir, it's because my mother puts the people first, and the people's food and clothing are the first to make them feel belonging. In this way, the people have no worries about food and clothing, and they will inevitably yearn for their mothers, which is also the expectation for the future! They have hope, and they can touch that hope, not it's ethereal. ”

Pragmatism is the first thing Luo Dabao learned from Mr. Xu.

And that's crucial.

Mr. Xu smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but gently pat Dabao's shoulder, "Most of the ordinary people are simple-minded, and what they ask for is very simple, but they are just happy with food and clothing, but this is the most difficult thing for the superiors to achieve." ”

Luo Dabao raised his head and looked at Mr. Xu with bright eyes.

Listened very carefully.

Luo Ji followed Luo Niangzi to the countryside before, and later was forced to flee north by the famine rebels. And this natural and man-made disaster has now almost swept the entire Dongfeng Kingdom, and tens of millions of Li people are still struggling in the huge calamity that Luo Ji saw before. ”

"It's the fault of Emperor Feng!"

Luo Dabao said with a straight face and very seriously.

He was still young, but when he said this, his tone was very serious, so serious that it was impossible to ignore his prestige in his bones because of his age.

"Emperor Feng is indeed a big one."

Mr. Xu nodded, "When the first emperor was in power, the people of the world were still able to eat and wear, but most of the people were far inferior to today's Luo Niangzi's rule, but it can also be called peaceful. Luo Ji knows why? ”

This question made Luo Dabao think for a long time.

Although from the book and the narration of Mr. Xu and others, he has been able to recite the history of Dongfeng Kingdom backwards, and he has heard a lot about the first emperor, but he has never personally experienced that period, and he can't empathize.

Luo Dabao looked at the farmers who were busy weeding in front of him, the rice in the field swayed swaying with the soft breeze of late spring, and the rice near the ridge quietly touched Luo Dabao's knees.

At present, this scene can really be said to be the same time as the scenery.

How can you see that Jizhou, Youzhou and others, thousands of miles away, are still fighting endlessly.

"There was no such war in the world during the period of the first emperor, although the vicinity of Luoshui is now sheltered by the mother, but Dongfeng Kingdom has long fallen into a disaster for many years, most of these people have suffered the sorrow of nine deaths and a lifetime, and now even if they are temporarily stable, they will still worry that this day that is not easy to look forward to will be destroyed again."

"Hmm."

Although Mr. Xu didn't think Dabao couldn't answer, he was still surprised that Luo Dabao could see it so clearly.

I was overjoyed in my heart, but my face was more and more solemn.

Seeing Mr. Xu's solemn expression, Luo Dabao subconsciously straightened his already straight back, raised his head and asked suspiciously, "But Dabao said something wrong?" Please also ask for advice. ”

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Mr. Xu shook his head, touched Dabao's head, and sighed: "So this is the most difficult thing to keep the peaceful life of the people!" Luo Ji, you have to be more cautious and serious......"

In order to shelter tens of millions of Lebanese people in the future!

Mr. Xu didn't say it bluntly, he was waiting, waiting for the fragmented Dongfeng Kingdom to be unified again, waiting for Luo Dabao to let tens of millions of Li people live a peaceful life for the people on both sides of Luoshui now, or even better.