Just as Yang Feng interviewed local officials and tenants in various places to fight against rent, the winter of the 18th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty finally arrived.

It's still very cold this winter.

However, the people on the land of North China will no longer endure hunger. For the first time, they truly enjoyed the taste of their sweat. Of course, just dividing the field cannot truly solve the food shortage. After all, this is the highest peak of the ice age. This winter, even Taihu Lake can be frozen. What really solves the food problem in the north is the immortal species in eastern Hebei and western Liaoning. Like the bumper harvest last year, all regions that grow immortal species have ushered in the second bumper harvest.

It is the corn and potatoes that have a yield of over a thousand kilograms or even several thousand kilograms per mu that truly solve the hunger on the northern land.

Of course, there are sweet potatoes.

This thing has also been widely planted in thin areas in those mountainous areas.

At least the people in the core Liaoxi Corridor and Jidong in the control area were originally in the Liaoning West Corridor and Jidong. The former slaves in Liaodong also enjoyed the happiness of being their masters. Even Dengzhou and other places that were originally lacking in food could actually fill the people's stomachs with sweet potatoes. As for the newly occupied vast areas, although due to the limited grain output, the people still cannot truly achieve food and clothing, but at least things like starving people to death will not happen. Even some families with good harvests can eat a few meals. More importantly, they now have hope.

They have their own land.

Although the land belongs to the emperor in theory.

But this world belongs to the emperor and all the land belongs to the emperor. This is the most basic cognition, so the people's brains automatically omit this problem.

They will soon have immortal species.

Although it is said that corn with a yield of over a thousand kilograms per mu is probably not safe, because it is said that this thing was asked by Taizu from the gods and was only used to respond to the emperor. Now that the emperor's difficulties have passed, Taizu naturally cannot ask the gods in the sky for such small things, and the gods must also be respectful. Taizu is the emperor on the ground, and returning to the sky is just one of the gods. Do you want him to ask for things for you every day? As the people of the Ming Dynasty, we must have dignity! Fortunately, the emperor has already solved the mortal breeding problem of the immortal seeds with the help of Taizu. Although the new seeds cannot keep up with the terrifying yield of the immortal seeds, if you insist on good breeding methods, it will not actually drop much.

Well, this is just that Yang Feng doesn't want to get hybrid corn seeds here anymore.

Next he will promote non-hybridization.

In two years, he had already obtained a large amount of such seeds in Shanhaiguan. He had obtained a large number of such seeds. After the most difficult days, it was time to promote this. In fact, he could not supply hybrid seeds to farmers in North China. Xiaoqian told him that it would turn off the machine due to energy exhaustion. Fortunately, there are two killing tools, potatoes and sweet potatoes. Corn is not crucial. In fact, sweet potatoes are enough. These days, ordinary people are not picky about food and can fill their stomachs. They will not care about the nutritional value of this thing. In fact, the promotion of sweet potatoes is being carried out in a fierce degree.

It's mainly because it's too easy to promote.

Not to mention sweet potatoes growing seedlings, they can even grow vines in the field and plant them in the soil when they go home.

Even farmers prefer this now.

That yield looks scary!

The output of potatoes cannot catch up with this thing has a visual impact. Last year, in Dengzhou, which is known for its barren land, the highest production was 5,000 kilograms. The potato records of last year were mercilessly trampled under his feet. Yang Feng also got a huge sweet potato weighing nearly 30 kilograms as auspiciousness. In the end, this auspiciousness made the emperor and his family pull out their hair. Even Da Yuer, who has become his royal slave, all divided the plate. In order to compete for the last plate, her niece Meng Guqing and Zhu Wei almost broke out in a loli battle.

In short, the people at the bottom of the Ming Dynasty were having a happy life this winter.

As for those local geniuses...

They could only chew on the steamed buns while watching the less and less meat on the plate, and cursing that they could not live this life!

During this period, they wrote a lot of poems to express their feelings, and because they were indeed very touching, many poems were indeed well written, which eventually made several famous poets. Because of the negligence of the Jinyiwei, their poems were spread. So much more than two hundred years later, in an era when speech tended to be free, it had a certain impact on the image of Emperor Chongzhen, which made the official characterization of him somewhat somewhat criticized. Of course, it was not just because of this, after all, if we really counted, he also brought a lot of evil things.

Of course, they are not the most unlucky ones.

The most unlucky one is in the valley of Xuanfu.

"Prince, Prince, why are you leaving like this!"

A sad cry broke the tranquility of the morning in the flying snow. In the corner of the leeward wall of the small village of Zhaojiabao, several Qing soldiers guarding the fire raised their heads expressionlessly and looked casually in the direction of the shouting. Then they lowered their heads and wrapped the felt on their bodies tightly, and continued to lean against the horse flesh on the fire. In the direction of the sound, a veteran who couldn't help crying was carrying the stiff corpse of the Qing Zhishun King Shangkexi, walked out of a house and staggered to look for a place to bury it. Shangkexi's tongue stretched outside and his face was frozen blue, with his arms wide open and his legs wide, making him look like a zombie in a Hong Kong film.

After Kong Youde, the last of the Three Shun Kings also chose to hang the beam of the house.

No one looked at him one more time.

All the Qing army silently looked at the increasingly darker fire in the snow, looking for that little precious warmth. If they could hold on before, but with the arrival of winter, they would really not be able to live. They grew up in ice and snow since childhood and knew very well that they would have to freeze to death if they could not escape this winter. Several Qing army close to the houses were still eager to run in and enjoy the treatment of the prince.

At this moment, a crisp whip sounded, and then the four carriages on the west side gradually became clear in the wind and snow. A man with a braid in the front was sitting in a sharp voice, shouting: "Are there any brothers who want to castrate? Come and get on the bus quickly? The weather is not good today, and this bus is here. There is Mr. Liu in the car. The sword technique is superb and you haven't felt the pain yet. The work has been completed. Brother, I am the knife that Mr. Liu touched, and now I don't delay anything. I'm just two balls. I'm not afraid to tell you that those two things are missing. It's not a problem at all..."

"I, I am castrated!"

While he was talking, an Eight Banners athlete got up and ran to him and shouted impatiently.

"Then get in the car!"

The shouting man said.

The latter quickly climbed onto the large four-wheeled carriage, lifted the curtain, then beat Qian'er with a flattering face, and said to a middle-aged man who was protruding his head inside: "Mr. Liu, I'm paying you my respect. You're suffering. The little one has a jade pendant here, so there's no need to do it in the future. I'll just be filial to you."

The middle-aged man took the jade pendant, looked at it with satisfaction and said, "Go in and lie down. I will use more elixirs given by the emperor to you. It will be fine in a few days."

"Thank you!"

The Eight Banners Athletic said.

Then he quickly climbed into the car and lay down. He took off his pants very cooperatively and looked at the middle-aged man with a nervous look. The latter took out a special knife from the pot boiled water beside him, then picked up a cotton ball from the alcohol bottle, pointed to a bowl of soup next to him to drink it. While the Eight Banners Athletics took the medicine, he turned around and pulled the thick door curtain. Then, not long after, the door curtain was opened.

The Eight Banners athlete walked out with a pale face. While constantly bowing to the middle-aged man, he took a small paper bag from him. With the help of the driver, he helped the carriage and walked towards another carriage behind him. Just as he walked to the carriage, he turned around and looked at the Eight Banners athletes who were still struggling in the snow, and said with a sad look on his face, "Brothers, you all accept your fate, it's useless!"

After saying that, he cried and climbed into the carriage with the help of the coachman, then opened the curtain and walked into the carriage.

"Next!"

Then the coachman on the first carriage shouted.

Then in the wind and snow, another Eight Banners athlete hesitated to stand up.

Uh, this is a mobile surgery vehicle.

In fact, it was the Ming army's field surgery chariot. Emperor Yang had already begun to establish a complete logistics and medical system. Field hospitals had also been established. This kind of thing was even less rare. It was nothing more than a large four-wheeled carriage with a bed on the carriage, some disinfection facilities and medicines, and some primary field rescue for the injured soldiers. Now it is just used as a mobile egg cutting carriage. These are the only carriages that have made the Eight Banners athletes lose their dignity, but they are the only carriages they have to live. During this period, they have to come several times a day. Except for the main surgeons, the others are the original Qing soldiers, which can be regarded as saying. After coming here, the Eight Banner athletes who are willing to surrender, they get on the car and wait for the full seat to leave together. They go out to the special concentration camp for several days to recuperate. After recovery, they will be sent to the new concentration camp in the pass to meet with other brothers, waiting for Emperor Yang to determine the location of the pyramid to go and repair the pyramid.

At the beginning, Dorgon was furious and yelled to let the Eight Banners kill these dog slaves, but unfortunately he was firmly resisted...

Resolute resistance from the Eight Banners athletes.

"Taizu Taizong, open your eyes and look at these shameless dog slaves!"

Just as the second-place Eight Banners athlete who was waiting to be cut climbed onto the carriage, a sad howl suddenly came in the wind and snow of Zhaojiabao.

Master Liu, the chief swordsman, looked at the wall in shock, where a figure was waving towards the sky with a knife in his arms.

"Don't worry about him, he's crazy!"

The Eight Banners Athletics who were about to be cut said disdainfully.
Chapter completed!