In June, Chang'an was in full swing.

Li Ye's heart is anxious, since mid-April, it has not rained for two months.

The sun was scorching, the grass was scorched, and the trees withered.

The signs of drought have already appeared, the rivers in Guanzhong have dried up, even the once surging Yellow River has shrunk a lot, turning into a small river thirty or forty meters wide, and Weishui has become a small stream, and large areas of the riverbed have dried up and cracked, scorched by the blazing sun. The crops, which had been growing well, were all depressed, as if they were seriously ill.

The people spontaneously carried water from the river dozens of miles away to water the land, so as to retain a trace of the vitality of the crops.

"What do the people of Qin Tianjian say? When is it raining? The sun is blazing, and Li Ye's heart is like fire.

In the fields, hundreds of people scoop water like ants from the thin canals.

"Qin Tianjian said that there will be no rain in the next two months." Liu Quanli said with chapped lips. Li Ye looked up at the cloudless sky in Weibei, and felt that this God had been working against him, "What about two months later?" ”

"Qin Tianjian didn't say anything." Liu Quanli has the advantage of telling the truth.

Isn't the drought at this time killing people?

Chongzhen was played to death by the drought for seven consecutive years.

"Your Majesty, Weibei lasts for a month at most, and now the crops are heading, and there is no water to fill the pulp." Yuan Jingcheng looked anxious.

"Since the founding of the country, the great drought in Guanzhong has continued one after another, the first year of Zhenguan, the first year of Yongchun, the third year of the vertical arch, the third year of Shenlong, the first year of Zhenyuan, the people of Guanzhong pillow on the road, and the people of Chang'an cannibalize each other." Cui Yuan said.

The first year of Zhenyuan was the Dezong Dynasty, one hundred and ten years ago, in the past hundred years, the Tang Dynasty rivers and rivers were declining, and the three towns of Heshuo and Huainan were torn apart all day long, and it was estimated that there was no time to manage the drought, so there was no record.

Zhenguan, Yongchun, Vertical Arch, and Shenlong are the early Tang Dynasty with vigorous tides, and people can starve to death in Chang'an City, and the emperor eats Luoyang at every turn, not to mention the middle and late Tang Dynasty.

Without food, the platform that Li Ye had just erected was about to collapse.

More than three million mouths are like three million bottomless pits.

"What about other places? Is it just about the big drought? Li Ye asked.

Liu Quanli glanced at Li Ye cautiously, "From Shuofang to Fengxiang, Longyou, Weibei, Chang'an, and Weinan, there is no rain, Jingxiang and Shuzhong have a smooth wind and rain, and there was a flood in the Central Plains of Henan some time ago, and there was heavy rain in Hedong and Hezhong ten days ago. Li Ye almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, this is God's targeted attack on him?

Drought and drought and waterlogging, and Zhu Wen's territory is still flooded?

"Your Majesty is still worshipping the heavens, right?" Liu Quanli whispered.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and if it is useful to sacrifice to the sky, the world will not starve to death." On such a hot day, Li Ye was too lazy to engage in formalism.

Chongzhen even got out the edict of his own guilt, and God didn't let him go.

"How much grain is left in the treasury? How many cattle and sheep does the shepherd have? ”

"Last year, there were 200,000 stones left, 40,000 sheep, 1,000 cattle, cattle and sheep can be fed roughly, but the war horses need concentrate." Liu Quanli is like a treasure.

Zhao Chongning is still selling grain in Jingxiang, but if there is a drought in Guanzhong, Jingxiang's grain will not be able to fill the black hole in Guanzhong.

Moreover, the salt in the treasury is almost used, and there is no money, so what can I buy it?

In the first year of Dezongzhen's first year of drought, Huaixi Li Xilie's rebellion had just been quelled, Guanzhong Cangli was exhausted, the government and the opposition were extremely panicked, rumors spread in Chang'an, the army was ready to move, Dezong was panicked all day, Jiangnan Cao rice had just been transported to Shaanzhou, Dezong took the prince's hand and cheered: The rice has arrived in Shaanxi, my father and son have to live.

The supply line from Jianghuai and Jiangnan to Guanzhong was cut off by Zhu Wen, even if Yang Xingmi was willing to send food, such a big battle, Zhu Wen would definitely intervene when he got the news, and Jingxiang was Zhu Wen's territory in the name.

And now the relationship between Tang Ting and Wang Jian in Shuzhong is very delicate, and it is a geographical rival, Wang Jian does not take advantage of the fire to rob, and Tang Ting will burn high incense. Li Ye's heart became more and more anxious.

Without food, his Datang would starve to death in Guanzhong.

Looking around, Xia Sui didn't have to think about it, even if there was no drought, it was not a grain-producing area, and it would be good to be self-sufficient and not make trouble for Li Ye.

Shannan West Road has just been recovered, except for Xingyuan, there are no people in other states, where to get food?

Fengxiang and Longyou are also disaster areas, and Hexi is not a grain-producing area.

When he was anxious, two flying horses came and bowed in front of Li Ye, and one of them shouted: "Your Majesty, there is a great drought in Jingyuan, and there is no food in the territory, please ask Your Majesty for disaster relief." ”

Another shouted: "There is a great drought in Shuofang, I hope Your Majesty will allocate grain." ”

Li Ye lamented in his heart, he didn't know where to go for food.

When Li Ye and more than a dozen guards returned to Chang'an in plain clothes, it was dusk, and there seemed to be an inexplicable anxiety in Chang'an City.

Although the sky was clear, Li Ye still felt a huge shadow looming over him.

I was depressed, and I didn't want to go back to the palace.

Wandering around in Chang'an, I walked to the alleys of Dongshi, where night stalls have long been set up.

But there are far fewer diners than last time, and the faces of the restaurant are full of sadness.

The people's sense of crisis is the most keen.

I ate something absent-mindedly, and as night fell, the heat had not subsided, and some diners came in twos and threes.

The throat of the man who drank some wine also opened: "I'm afraid I won't be able to run away from the drought this year." ”

"Isn't it, last night the whole family of the Lin family fled to the Kanto."

"Can you compare with the Lin family? The Lin family is young and strong, and they are originally displaced people in the river and have no property in Chang'an. ”

"It's not easy to say that Datang has been going on over the years, and natural and man-made disasters have never stopped."

As they spoke, the two lowered their voices: "There are children singing ballads in the market, one day in the west, three points of water in the east, no corn in the house, and grain is born on the beams." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Shilang overturned the small table and was furious: "What are you two talking about?" ”

This nursery rhyme is so shallow, even a straight person like Xin Shiro can hear it, let alone other people?

Xin Shiro can be regarded as rolling out of the pile of dead people, usually fierce and vicious, and the attack is even more terrifying, the two diners sat on the ground, their lips trembled, and they couldn't say a word.

"That's enough." Li Ye said lightly.

Even though Xin Shiro had the intention of killing, he stopped at this time.

Li Ye calmly bowed his hand to the two, "The subordinate is rude and disturbs the two." ”

threw a small string of Kaiyuan Tongbao to the store, which was considered a checkout, as well as a broken plate of money.

Leaving the alley, Li Ye asked Xin Shilang curiously: "Do you understand?" ”

Xin Shilang looked angry, "Why don't you understand?" On the first day in the west, I am talking about you, Your Majesty, and the three points of water in the east, isn't it Zhu Wen? ”

"What do the last two sentences mean?"

"This .....," Xin Shiro couldn't answer.

Li Ye said: "The house is the hall, the hall is the Tang Dynasty, and the beam is Bianliang, which means that the Tang Dynasty has no grain, and Bianzhou has grain, which can make the people live." ”

The guards nodded again and again, "Your Majesty is still knowledgeable." ”

Li Ye smiled on his face and sighed in his heart, the drought had just started, and before it had completely broken out, the nursery rhyme came, and it seemed that the big fish in Chang'an City were ready to move again.

However, his trick was too vicious, and it just hit the fatal point of Tang Ting's now.

In the face of drought and famine, nothing is right.