At the beginning, the abandoned wife brought two children, and became the richest man by farming and

Jing Mo led a team of horses, and each horse had a long strip of cloth on its back. The two ends of the cloth hung down, just at the position of the horse's belly, which were two large cloth pockets.Stir-fried golden chestnuts in sugar in the pocket.

Jingmo's horse queen dropped two huge water bags on one side, the water bag removed the narrow water spout, and plugged it with a wooden stopper, which contained braised pork made by Yi Ren.

Yiren's wooden barrel is really inconvenient to carry, and Jingmo's horse's buttocks have been worn down by the wooden barrel. He is reluctant to part with his beloved horse, and he is unwilling to throw away the barrel of stewed meat - it smells really good, maybe It is also good to let that person eat a few bites.

So he poured his own water, removed the spout, and poured the braised pork into it.

It's just that in such a hot weather and it hasn't rained for a long time, running without water for a while will make people smoke.Jing Mo thought in his heart.

In the evening, Jing Mo and his party caught up with the large army.

"Huai Xu, you want sugar-fried golden chestnuts!" Jing Mo rode the horse, rushed to the side of the carriage without slowing down, and threw a small bag of golden chestnuts towards the opened corner curtain.

"Cousin, I told you that you don't need to buy it specially, it's a waste of money!" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young man dressed in white with a gentle temperament came out.

If Yiren was here, she would definitely recognize immediately that this was the young master who wanted to protect her on the pier that day.

"By the way, there is this!" Jing Mo raised the water bag at him, and said, "But I have to find someone to try it."

"Cousin is too cautious." The young man in white smiled, but did not stop him.

"You are the only son of King Yan, and those who want your life can go to the capital from here." Jing Mo shook his head disapprovingly. "Besides, who knows who offended you when you checked the food supply a few days ago!"

When Shi Huaixu heard this, Xu Shi recalled the people who died tragically on the pier that day. If he hadn't died, how would those people have ended up like this? ...the two fell silent for a while...

The young servant who was testing the dishes broke the silence: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yan, Jin Li and this meat have all been tried, and there is no problem."

"Come on, Huai Xu, you have a taste, it's good to eat a few mouthfuls!" Jing Mo handed it to him as if he was afraid that he would not eat it.

"Forget it..." Shi Huaixu just wanted to refuse, but smelled a strong fragrance, and couldn't help but look at the bowl in Jing Mo's hand.

Seeing that he was interested, Jing Mo hurriedly handed it over. Shi Huaixu took it and tasted it. The taste was novel, like a little sweet, with the oily aroma of meat, and the delicious taste of mushrooms. Without knowing it, he ate a bowl of it .

"Where is this food? The method is really rare." Shi Huaixu couldn't help but praise.

"No." Jing Mo raised his chin and pointed to the candied golden chestnut. "You went to Desheng Restaurant yesterday and said that the candied golden chestnuts are delicious. I want to bring some to Yanwang's Mansion and Jing's. You know, your mother and grandfather both love sweet things!"

"I found that restaurant, but the restaurant said that the roasted seeds and nuts were made and sold to them by a young lady. I went to the village and ordered her roasted seeds and nuts. This... seems to be called stewed pork." Jing Mo scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "Yes, it's stewed pork rice, it was given by that little lady."

"I know how to do business!" Shi Huaixu smiled and didn't pay much attention.

Songjiazhuang.

Standing on the high ground in front of the house, Yi Ren happened to be able to have a panoramic view of Songjiazhuang's landforms.Starting from the gate of her house, Songjiazhuang went to the north of the village, and there was a not-so-short cliff over there, which was more than ten meters long. Under the cliff, there was a river meandering through it.

On the west side of the river is a valley that stretches for dozens of miles, and on the east side is a mountain with dense trees.

Most of the villagers' homes are distributed on the cliffs, on a higher terrain, and only occasionally a few families live in the valley, usually with later surnames, for example, Qiu's natal family is there.The land in the village is also distributed in the valley here.

Yi Ren looked up at the silky cumulus clouds in the sky. The rays of the sun setting in the west scattered on the clouds, which was orange-red, very beautiful.

That is the unique beauty of sunny days.

Even though it was already evening, there was still no cool breeze.She clearly remembered that since she came across, it had only rained once.

The vegetable field I planted at the gate needs to be watered every day, and the crop fields on the valley are full of villagers who carry water to irrigate the fields.

Yi Ren had a master's degree in agronomy before she passed the book, and she couldn't understand better than that, given the current weather, crop growth, and a completely non-existent irrigation system, if there is no rain for half a month, the crops in the field will die. Harvest year.

She didn't farm the land herself, but most of the villagers in this era lived on farming. In the event of natural disasters and wars, the villagers will most likely become refugees without a fixed place to eat, and even have to change their children for food. Drive from nearby cities.How innocent are these refugees?
And the big guys are already hungry, so naturally her small business can't continue.The simplest economic market collapses.Yi Ren thought to himself and sighed.

She is very sure that there is absolutely no description of natural disasters in this book. The original work has always revolved around the hero Sima Jiangye and the heroine Fu Chunyao.

Yi Ren thought worriedly: So I lost the advantage of predicting the plot, at least in the case of natural disasters.

What evil did you do in your previous life, wearing a book and being poor and white, eating a meal without a meal, bringing two oil bottles, on a peasant woman whose husband cheated on her?That's fine, but he didn't go according to the plot...

Yi Ren took a deep breath, feeling the same as she did when she first crossed over to face the cheating duo—since it's here, let it be!
She came down from the high ground at the entrance of the village, walked to the valley, and carefully looked at the rice in the field.

This era, like ancient China, used the lunar calendar to record the year. Now it is June in the lunar calendar. If it is converted into the solar calendar, it is about July.

July coincides with the jointing and booting stage of rice, when the internodes of the stems elongate rapidly and grow taller.At this time, rice seedlings grow rapidly and require a lot of water and nutrients, which is also a critical period for determining crop yield.But now, with less rain, the rice seedlings in the fields are not dead, but they are all short and languid from the sun.

She stretched out her hand and pulled a rice seedling. The leaves were small. Although they were still green, they had turned to yellow-green.

Yi Ren sighed again: No rain, no water, the sun is too hot, the rice seedlings cannot be jointed, let alone the fullness!
As a former master of agriculture, she has an instinctive love for the world and rice seedlings.Seeing the world dry up and the seedlings short of water, Yi Ren naturally felt very distressed.

If you are successful, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

Although this is an intertextual sentence, but at this time she is pregnant and has a single Yiren with a baby, so she still instinctively takes care of herself first.

Yi Ren was anxious: he had to speed up the process of making money, and he had to stockpile some food, just in case.If there is nothing to do, you can keep it and eat it slowly, or you can sell it, but you will only pay a little.But if it is really a disaster year and there is nothing at home, then it is true, her and the child's lives are over!