After obtaining the permission of the master, Qinglong flashed into the room.

As the emperor's guard, they must always consider the emperor's safety, and they must do this regardless of whether there is any danger or not.

Seeing that there was only one child in the room and there was no one else, Qinglong waved to Cao Zhengchun, and Zhu Youjian was in front of Cao Zhengchun, and the two entered the room.

There was no glass at that time. Because the weather was cold, the windows were blocked to protect the cold. The room was a little dim, but there was a small fire, and the visibility was pretty good.

Zhu Youjian looked at the small fire. The materials were all dead branches and trees. Although the room was filled with smoke, it was a bit warm.

A little boy about ten years old sat by the fire and looked at the three people coming in curiously. Apart from a broken wooden bed and a broken wooden table, there were two or three dirty small wooden stools, and there was nothing else worthwhile in the room.

The woman looked at Zhu Youjian and said coldly:

"The house is very worn. If you don't care about it, just sit there casually. You can warm up for a while and leave. There are so many troubles in front of the widow."

It turned out to be a widow. Although she was very cold to the three of them, she was also a woman with a heart. Otherwise, she would definitely not have let them enter the house.

Zhu Youjian took out a handful of candies from his sleeve and handed them to the little boy. The little boy didn't reach out and took them as he imagined.

Although his saliva was about to flow out, he still shook his head and then looked at his mother. It was obvious that his mother didn't speak and he wouldn't want it at all.

Zhu Youjian smiled and said:

"Why, don't you like eating candy?"

The little boy shook his head:

"If you like it, of course you like it. You can't eat anything. How could you not like eating candy? My mother said she couldn't ask for other people's things casually."

"Oh, the tutor is good!"

Zhu Youjian, Qinglong, Cao Zhengchun, all looked at each other, and they were all surprised by the tutors of such a poor family.

"Sister-in-law, let the children eat it. We are grain merchants from the capital. We want to see if there is any excess grain sold in the village."

As Zhu Youjian said, he placed the candy on the broken table and then sat on the dirty wooden bench next to the fire without any disgust.

His actions surprised the woman a little. The woman did not refuse the candy. Even if she only ate two porridge, she would soon lose food.

"There is no food to sell? I guess people will starve to death in a while. You have gone to the wrong place. I would like to thank you for these candies for your children."

The woman said that, she bowed deeply to Zhu Youjian, which was considered a thank you.

"Sister-in-law, is the whole village so short of food? I heard that there were high-yield, drought-resistant crops such as sweet potatoes and potatoes, so why didn't you plant them?"

Hearing Zhu Youjian's words, the woman immediately raised her voice:

"What high-yield crops? They are all tricks. If you plant a sweet potato, it will still be a sweet potato after two months. It will be a very harmful thing. All potatoes are the same. It is better to plant wheat directly. At least one acre can still harvest ten kilograms."

"Damn..."

A woman's words made Zhu Youjian feel that millions of grass-mud horses galloped past, and there were serious mistakes in the cultivation method of sweet potatoes and potatoes.

In fact, in the late Ming Dynasty, sweet potatoes and potatoes already existed in the south, but the yield was very low, so it was not popularized.

As a modern time traveler, Zhu Youjian was very familiar with sweet potatoes and potatoes, and he blamed him for looking down on farmers and officials of the Ministry of Revenue in the late Ming Dynasty.

I didn't expect that I would teach them how to grow sweet potatoes and potatoes with my own hands. The main responsibility lies with him, the emperor.

After the people have serious psychological shadows, it will be difficult for them to plant sweet potatoes next year. We must find a way to prove the yield of sweet potatoes for them, otherwise they will not plant them at all.

There is also the problem of wheat. How come a yield of only a dozen kilograms per acre? It shouldn't be like this if it is sprinkled in the fields.

"Sister-in-law, it's not that the sweet potato yield is low, but that there is a serious problem with your cultivation method. What's going on with wheat? How is it possible to produce more than ten kilograms per mu?"

The woman sighed and gave Zhu Youjian a fierce look:

"There is no drop of water, all of them are killed. The sky is the only thing that can be left with wheat seedlings. There is a small river on the farm, but it is too far away. When the villagers think about fetching water, they are already in the sky. Even if there is a little water, they will keep it for themselves to drink. Who cares about the crops..."

...

After visiting more than a dozen companies in a row, the situation was almost the same. Many people even dared not move to save food. They were afraid that they would consume their energy and would become hungry.

The only thing that made Zhu Youjian feel relieved was that there was no phenomenon of starvation to death.

Because Changping backed by the mountains, they had some wood toast to the fire at home. If they stayed at home and didn't go out, no one would freeze to death. In the past, those who had frozen to death were refugees.

Zhu Youjian was in a heavy mood at this time. The treasury had tens of millions of taels of silver. Because the canal was frozen, it could not transport food from the south, but it was useless at this time.

"Yu lang lang..."

"The villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, and the county magistrate wanted to give a lecture..."

At this moment, there was a chaos at the entrance of the village, and it seemed that many people came, and people could still hear people shouting at the county magistrate to be scolded or something.

Zhu Youjian turned around and asked an old man beside him:

"Uncle, what are you doing? No one will come to give you food, right? 1"

The old man shook his head and smiled:

"Compared with the past, officials are much better. We don't have to pay a penny of tax. Although we are hungry, God does not open our eyes. The people do not blame the court. Instead, they are very grateful to the court for sharing land and exempting taxes. Maybe the county magistrate came to help us and take a look."

Hearing the sound of the gongs, the villagers rushed to the streets. Sure enough, they saw more than a hundred officials and yamen runners standing at the entrance of the village. There were dozens of war horses behind them, with cloth bags dragged on the horses.

An official wearing a big red official uniform was shouting loudly:

"Friends, we are short of food this year. Even the emperor sometimes drinks porridge. As long as we spend this cold winter, the food from the south will be transported next year.

Now we will turn three meals a day into two meals. The saved food will be distributed to you for a while. Each person has a bowl of rice. You must save some food and never starve to death..."

Zhu Youjian looked at the county magistrate who was spitting out and felt secretly amused. When did the emperor eat porridge? He was completely deceiving the people.

However, Zhu Youjian knew that he had good intentions. Since he could save food and help the people, it means that the county magistrate is not bad.

When Zhu Youjian saw several people behind the county magistrate, he immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that all the officials of the Ministry of Revenue were here, including Ni Yuanlu.

Zhu Youjian immediately squeezed through the crowd, quietly came to Ni Yuanlu, and asked in a low voice:

“Where did so much food come from?”

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. When Ni Yuanlu looked back, she found that the emperor was actually in the village and was preparing to worship him.

Zhu Youjian held his shoulder with one hand:

"Don't scare the people!"

"oh"

Ni Yuanlu immediately understood that the emperor was visiting privately. He immediately whispered in Zhu Youjian's ear:

"Your Majesty, these grains are brought from nearby farms, and there are still some grains stored on the farm. If you eat two porridges a day, you will probably be able to control the people of Changping for a month."

"farm?"

It seems that the establishment of a farm finally worked, but it is far from enough to eat for a month. It takes about six months during the Little Ice Age."
Chapter completed!