Zhu Xiang did not send Lin Xiangru back to Lin's house, but brought him back to his own home.

Lin Zhen was still serving as a county guard, Lin Xiangru had no young people to take care of at home, Zhu Xiang was not at ease, so he let Lin Xiangru temporarily live in his own house to recuperate.

But no matter how hard Zhu Xiang tried, Lin Xiangru's body still decayed rapidly.

It wasn't until Lin Zhen hurried home and hugged Lin Xiangru and cried that Lin Xiangru cheered up and could barely eat.

After eating, it is much easier to recuperate your body. Zhu Xiang no longer hid his skills, let Xianghe build an iron pot, squeezed vegetable oil from soybeans, took out all the stir-frying and frying in later generations, and changed the method to make Lin Xiangru delicious.

Although the frail person needs to eat lightly, the most important thing is to be able to eat. As long as you can eat, you will be able to absorb nutrients, and your body will be fine. As long as the stomach can stand it, some unhealthy cooking methods don't matter. Soybean oil is less burdensome to the stomach than animal oil, and Lin Xiangru eats dishes cooked with vegetable oil, which has a strong taste and is not too burdensome to the stomach.

Lin Xiangru likes to eat fried shredded pork with tender ginger, mixing shredded pork and ginger shredded in corn and eating it together, and he even put down two bowls of corn.

After the food increased, Lin Xiangru's spirit immediately improved, and his cough became less.

Lin Zhen was so happy that he cried for a long time at Zhu Xiang.

After Lin Zhen's brothers learned of this, they wrote to Zhu Xiang to apologize for the contempt they had given to Zhu Xiang's status, saying that Lin Zhen was really fortunate to have a close friend like Zhu Xiang.

Cai Ze was about to travel west, but seeing that Lin Xiangru was seriously ill, Zhao and Qin were at loggerheads, and he was worried that the road would not be safe, so he continued to stay at Zhu Xiang's house and help Zhu Xiang serve Xun Xiangru and Lin Xiangru.

Li Mu didn't know where he learned about Lin Xiangru's serious illness, and sent someone to send a lot of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, saying that it was a good thing sold by a caravan from Liaodong in Yan Kingdom.

Yanmen County is not only adjacent to the Xiongnu, but also adjacent to the Yan Kingdom. In the commercial market of Yanmen County, there are often Yan merchants selling things.

Under everyone's concern, Lin Xiangru was finally able to go out for a walk with a cane.

Zhu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

His parents died early, and Lin Xiangru was like his father to Zhu Xiang. Although he knew that the life span of the ancients would not be very long, but watching Lin Xiangru's body gradually decay, Zhu Xiang still found it difficult to accept that this respectable and lovely elder would leave him so early.

Although Lin Xiangru's body has improved, the battle of Changping is like a sword hanging above Zhu Xiang's head, and now it is Zhu Xiang's turn to sleep and eat.

Seeing that Zhu Xiang was in a state of weakness, Lin Xiangru comforted Zhu Xiang in turn.

"Zhao Qin's battle is inevitable, but you don't need to worry too much." Lin Xiangru thought that Zhu Xiang was worried that the war between Zhao and Qin would affect Zheng'er, "The Seven Kingdoms have fought against each other, but there has never been a matter of venting anger and killing protons." Zheng'er is young, even if King Zhao wants to vent his anger, he will not target a childish child for a year. What's more, there are not many people who know the identity of Zheng'er now. ”

Zhu Xiang barely squeezed out a smile: "I'm not worried about this. I'm just worried that a lot of people will die in this war. ”

Lin Xiangru sighed: "How can there be a war that won't die?" However, although Lian Po is old, his ability to defend the city is still good. As long as the Qin State can't capture Shangdang and Changping, it may be able to kill fewer people. ”

But King Zhao doesn't just want to defend, he wants to fight out and win the Qin State! Zhu Xiang said in his heart, but he couldn't tell anyone about the bitterness in his heart.

He couldn't tell people about the follow-up of the Battle of Changping, so he could only hide these anguish deep in his heart and devote more energy to farming.

People can only see and help the people and things in front of them. The significance of the Battle of Changping to Qin's domination of the world or something, now Zhu Xiang doesn't want to think about this. He just wanted to keep the person in front of him as much as he could.

Zhu Xiang speculated that the Battle of Changping could take place next year. Before that, if he could harvest more grain, maybe Lian Po would be able to resist the advance of the Qin State in Changping.

When Zhu Xiang soon found that he was so powerless.

In order to defend against the Qin army, King Zhao soon issued a conscription order. Including the young and middle-aged people in Lin Xiangru's fiefdom who were conscripted into the army on a large scale, Zhu Xiang wanted to increase grain production, not to mention teaching others better ways to farm, he couldn't even find people to farm.

Whether it is intensive farming for a larger harvest or growing potatoes in the wasteland to supplement the extra food ration, it is impossible to achieve this when only the old and weak women and children are left in the fields.

Zhu Xiang was able to organize the old and weak women and children and complete the most basic field work, and he had already done his best.

In fact, there are still young adults who can work in China.

But these young men are either the private soldiers of the nobles, or the protégés of the nobles. Zhu Xiang tried to get Lin Xiangru to try to persuade the nobles of the court and China to let the private soldiers and doormen go to the fields to farm, so as to ensure the grain harvest of Zhao this year.

But Lin Xiangru's three-inch incorruptible tongue can convince the King of Qin, but it can't convince these nobles. At best, they let their own private soldiers work in their own fields, but they can never help civilians.

The nobles paid very little tax on their lands, and if they were rewarded lands, they did not even need to pay taxes; There are not enough people to pay taxes on the land, and they see that the winter wheat is about to rot in the ground.

Seeing this, Xunzi sighed and went to meet Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains.

"Now that Zhao is about to fight with Qin, the two armies are at war, and grain and grass are the top priority. Now that Zhao's grain is rotten in the ground but no one is harvesting, how can the soldiers of Zhao fill their stomachs? Please persuade King Zhao to let the nobles' private soldiers and doormen help with the harvest. If they do not want to, it is better to allow them to take a portion of the grain as a reward than to harvest nothing. ”

Although Zhao Sheng looked down on the common people, he had great respect for famous people and could listen to the admonitions of famous people.

Xunzi's fame, looking at the seven countries, is the top. Zhao Sheng immediately obeyed the advice, not only made a statement to King Zhao, but also took the initiative to order his disciples and private soldiers to help civilians farm.

After personally coming into contact with farming, Zhao Sheng finally discovered Zhu Xiang's ability.

Zhu Xiang finally became an official and was recommended by Zhao Sheng to King Zhao. But because Zhao Sheng was still prejudiced against Zhu Xiang, Zhu Xiang was only responsible for agricultural guidance near Handan, Zhao State.

Thanks to Zhu Xiang's efforts, Handan's winter wheat harvest has finally been completed, and millet and yellow rice have also been planted.

Lian Po specially sent a letter to praise Zhu Xiang, saying that the army had sufficient food and was confident of fighting with the Qin State.

……

Zichu, who had already returned to Qin, learned that Zhu Xiang had become an agricultural official in Zhao two months later.

He shut himself in his study and slept all night. On the second day, Zichu asked people to take 100 gold and personally went to Yinghou's mansion to visit Xiangguo Fan Ju.

Fan Ju is not only the left arm and right arm of King Qin, but also King Qin's favorite minister. In order to avenge him, the king of Qin even coaxed Pingyuan Jun into Qin and detained Pingyuan Jun in exchange for the head of Fan Ju's enemy Wei Qi.

The Qin people all know that if they want to accomplish something, it is always right to find Fan Ju.

Zichu put his heart into Fan Ju's heart: "I was humiliated when I was hostage in Zhao State, but fortunately my friend Zhu Xiang helped me. When I fled from Zhao in a hurry, I had no choice but to abandon my child in Zhao State, and my friend Zhu Xiang helped to adopt and take care of me. Now that Zhao and Qin are enemies, I am worried that it will harm the child, and then the friends. Ask Xiangguo to teach me! ”

Zichu knew that Fan Ju was a person who would repay the virtue of a meal and repay the grievances of the eyes. His experience is similar to that of Fan Ju back then, and it will definitely evoke Fan Ju's resonance.

Sure enough, as a lonely minister of the King of Qin, Fan Ju, who was deliberately alienated from all the clans of the Qin State, had a much kinder attitude towards Zichu.

"It's simple. As long as you now show your affection for the noble daughters and concubines of other countries in a high-profile manner, and fake the news that your wife and concubine are pregnant to reach the Zhao Kingdom, King Zhao will naturally protect your eldest son and his caretakers. Fan Ju said kindly, "Just leave this matter to me, I just want to send someone to Zhao State." Childe and relax. ”

Zichu bowed to the ground and thanked him.

Chapter 20: King Qin's Honey Water

The fifty-four years of King Zhou passed quickly. Zhu Xiang felt that he had just finished celebrating Zheng'er's birthday, and half of the year had passed.

Ying Xiaozheng also felt the same way.

He still remembers the excitement of his birthday. The commoners of the village sang and danced as if they were their king.

No, when he was king, there were no commoners who spontaneously celebrated his birthday and rejoiced in his birth. They don't give their little food, they don't want to see their smiling faces in return.

After Ying Xiaozheng entered the dream room, he was very sober and understood that these people were good to him because he had a beloved uncle.

Even though Lin Weng recommended him many times, his uncle was not able to become an official in Zhao State, but these commoners received the favor of their uncle and spread their uncle's reputation beyond Handan to all corners of Zhao State.

Many displaced people poured into the area around Handan to reclaim the land. They thought that if they were in a place where their uncle could see, they would be able to grow enough food to feed their stomachs.

Ying Xiaozheng crossed his legs in his dream room, staggering back and forth against his own phantom when he grew up, thinking about the changes of this year.

Zhu Xiang is also thinking about the changes this year.

In fact, the scope of his life has not changed much, and he is still only near Handan City.

In the past, when he walked to the ridge, he would see the rangers gathering and fighting, the poorly dressed women smiling and pointing at the shirtless rangers, and the young peasants holding the iron plough and humming vulgar songs......

Old people would sit on the thresholds basking in the sun, and children would run barefoot in front of the door. Although the life of the common people is hard, the weather is good, the seedlings in the fields are green, and even if someone falls on the ground, there will be a smile on their face. If it's time for a good harvest, the smile is even more warm and vibrant.

Zhu Xiang would walk on the road of farming in his last life, because he liked to see the smiles of farmers during the harvest. He loves things that are full of life, whether it's the seedlings in the field or the eyes of a farmer when he sees a golden field.

This year, it was harvest time again, but Zhu Xiang did not see the joy of the farmers.

As the color of the millet in the field changed to golden yellow, the painful expressions containing deep longing and worry slowly climbed up the faces of the old and weak women and children who were busy in the fields, as if someone had cast a withering curse on them, and their bodies and spirits seemed to be harvested with the grain in the field, and they were also harvested by something invisible.

Most of the grain was collected by the officials of the Zhao state, and the peasants had only a small amount of food left, which may not be enough to survive the winter.

At this time, Zhu Xiang let the potatoes they grow come in handy.

The officials also wanted to take away their potatoes, but Zhao had not yet eaten the "grassroots" grain, so the officials used the plants growing potatoes on the ground to feed the livestock, wanting to see if they could be eaten.

The whole potato plant is a little poisonous. Aside from the dose, talking about toxicity is a hooligan, and that bit of poison will at most make people eat bad stomachs and not kill people. But the taste is not good, and the livestock will have diarrhea when they eat it, and this famine-saving plant will not enter the eyes of the officials.

In fact, Zhu Xiang has already preached that potatoes are eaten "grass roots". But the officials habitually chose the leaves, flowers, and fruits that grew in the sun to eat, and looked down on the dirty grass roots buried in the soil. When they were convinced that potatoes were slightly toxic, they did not include potatoes in the scope of grain levy. A cautious smile finally appeared on the faces of the civilians.

Lin Xiangru saw all this in his eyes. He even found that the words that misled the officials of Zhao State were likely to be guided by Zhu Xiang. Maybe some people around Zhu Xiang who looked very unusual also joined in.

For example, the overly versatile carpenter Xianghe, and the Xu Ming who is a farmer but has a lot of books hidden at home.

Neither of them had been drafted into the army, and they certainly had their own connections.

But Lin Xiangru chose to pretend not to see it.

For the sake of King Zhao's foolish greed, the commoners of Zhao have lost most of the food they had worked so hard to grow for a year. Lin Xiangru was worried that when this battle was over, perhaps most of the young sons of the Zhao soldiers would starve to death if they stayed at home, and the next generation of the Zhao civilians would be more than half.

With the help of Zhu Xiang, the civilians hid some "grassroots" to eat their stomachs, and the next generation of civilians in Zhao State had more possibilities to grow up.

When the weather is good, Lin Xiangru will also follow Zhu Xiang to the fields on crutches.

He also saw the sadness on the faces of the civilians, but at the same time, he also saw the gratitude and hope in the eyes of the civilians looking at Zhu Xiang.

He also heard an old man whisper to his grandson beside him, "When Zhu Xiang Highway passes, you go and touch the corner of Zhu Xianggong's clothes, and Zhu Xiang Guild will bless you to grow up and bless you to live until the day you see your father come back." ”

The news that Zhu Xiang promoted potatoes and deceived the officials of Zhao State who collected grain spread the news, but it did not spread completely.

The nearby civilians only knew that Zhu Xianggong could keep them from starving to death. As for how to do it, the civilians of the rabble actually kept their mouths shut and did not leak half a point.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

Of course, there are also those who think that the common people have no wisdom and that they may not know how to be saved.

Zhu Xiang's fame spread far and wide, and civilians who had fled from Shangdang also gathered in the wilderness around Handan City, hoping to receive Zhu Xiang's guidance.

The season of growing food is no longer important, as long as Zhu Xiang says that they can plant, they will scatter their cherished seeds into the soil, tighten their belts and plow, and wait for the harvest.

There is a legend among countless homeless people that as long as you see Zhu Xianggong, you can live.

Zhu Xiang also heard this rumor. At last he couldn't hold it anymore, so he went to the mountains to look for plants that could save the famine, and sat alone on the stump of the trees in the mountains, buried his face in his arms, and wept bitterly.

He simply couldn't keep these people alive. Even the potatoes that save the famine cannot save every displaced person who has lost their fields.

In fact, every day now someone starves to death after being expropriated with food, but no one blames him for this. Those who are still alive still believe in the vague rumors that he is a god who can live countless people.

Zhu Xiang thought that he was going up the mountain alone. The rangers who once took the initiative to protect him have all been drafted into the army.

But the Mo family and the peasant family were following him a hundred meters away, and even Xun Kuang and Cai Ze were a little worried about him, so they went up the mountain in person and secretly followed him.

Ying Xiaozheng clamored to find his uncle, Lin Xiangru took Ying Xiaozheng's hand and went up the mountain under the escort of Hu Cong.

They are hiding in different directions, and may or may not have noticed the presence of others.

They all listened quietly to Zhu Xiang's bitter crying, listened to Zhu Xiang muttering to himself in pain about his uselessness, and then quietly went down the mountain without a sound when Zhu Xiang sorted out his emotions and went down the mountain, and pretended not to know anything.

Ying Xiaozheng came to the dream room again and remembered the scene he saw.