Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 261 Spanning 500 Years, Similar Endings
The impact of potato Phytophthora infestans is not limited to thousands of miles away.

From Kabul to Balihe, Zhu Zhanhe walked for half a month.

In this half month, he passed at least dozens of villages, cities and human settlements.

There was no vegetation, no animals, no birds. All that could be seen was land and rivers, and only people.

People sitting on the ground crying and waiting for food.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring Zhan Qi here..."

Outside the dark city of Paris, Zhu Zhanhe looked at the soldiers of the Ming army giving alms, with some regret in his tone.

"Your Highness, this..." Zhu Sanfeng smacked his tongue and stopped talking.

She naturally knew what Zhu Zhanhe wanted to do with Zhu Zhanqi. This kind of scene was really excellent educational material.

However, even Zhu Sanfeng, who had killed countless people, felt it was a bit too cruel to use such material that was too realistic and too powerful to educate.

"How wonderful..." Zhu Zhanhe smiled, stood up, and walked towards the crowd.

……

"Is there anyone who can speak Chinese, or can any of our people speak the language they have here?"

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the waiting crowd in front of him and asked Zhu Ling next to him.

"Of course we have this, otherwise we wouldn't be able to give alms." Zhu Ling lowered his head and took a few steps back.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go and bring that person here."

Zhu Zhanhe said nothing, but waved his hand.

The so-called charity does not mean feeding these people. The Ming army itself was very light and did not bring much food and grass. Not only did it give charity once in Kabul before, but it also brought a bunch of oil bottles...

Today's charity is said to be charity, but in fact it is just giving some rice soup to these victims.

Zhu Zhanhe picked up the big spoon and stirred it vigorously in the tank. A few pitiful grains of rice surged up from the bottom of the tank with the flow of rice soup, but they soon sank again.

If this kind of charity were given at a time when the saying goes, "You can stand your chopsticks on porridge, but if your chopsticks fall down, your head will fall to the ground." I'm afraid everyone will die.

But right now, having rice soup to drink is Zhu Zhanhe's gift to these victims.

If Balihei was not adjacent to the Amu Darya River and not very far from Samarkand, the capital of the Timurid Empire, the Ming army would not have been able to capture much food, let alone any relief.

In Timur's empire, where potatoes became the main food, it was really difficult to find rice. If it were not Balihei but somewhere else, it would probably be really difficult.

"Your Highness."

Just when Zhu Zhanhe was lost in thought while looking at the vat in front of him, Zhu Ling's voice woke him up.

"Brought it?"

Zhu Zhanhe turned to look at Zhu Ling, and then at the person next to Zhu Ling.

"The villain Nunara has met His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Nunala?" Upon hearing this name, Zhu Zhanhe's brows raised.

"Where are you from?"

"Back to Your Highness, I am from Dhaka."

Dhaka is the Ganges plain and the first city that Zhu Zhanhe occupied when he first reached out to the Sultan of Delhi.

"Can you speak the words here?" Zhu Zhanhe pointed to the victims over there who were waiting for alms.

"If it's just a message, there's no problem, but if it involves something too deep, or a handwritten edict, a villain is not good enough."

Nunala lowered her head, seeming a little ashamed.

"It doesn't matter, that's enough." Zhu Zhanhe nodded and turned around.

"Tell them to change people and give them half a catty of food per person."

“As long as women are young and beautiful, priority will be given to those without heirs and those with relatives will be given priority.

"Yes!" Noonala didn't hesitate, not even a why.

……

"Your Highness..."

Seeing Nunala walking into the group of victims, Zhu Sanfeng walked up.

"You are going to..."

"Build a temporary flower building." Zhu Zhanhe smiled.

"Hua Lou?" Zhu Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing.

"Is it for the soldiers?"

"It is, but it is not." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, but shook his head again.

"Our own people are easy to manage. They are all soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles. They may be a little uncomfortable enduring it, but it's not like they haven't experienced it before."

"But in comparison, those Ah Sans are not very good. They are not easy to manage."

"Instead of forcing them all the time, it's better to let them indulge, but it's just this time. The next time will probably have to wait until half a year later."

"Similarly, it would not be good if you let Ah San indulge yourself but prevent your own people from letting them go. After all, they are your own people."

"So, you have to let them keep it under control. Don't be too indulgent. Not only will it hurt your body, but they will also have wild tempers. This is not acceptable."

"I'll leave this matter to you. Your reputation is enough, and since you are a woman, it is the best and easiest to manage them on this matter."

"Yes!" Zhu Sanfeng bowed and accepted Zhu Zhanhe's order.

……

This kind of thing sounds like it's both right and wrong, because this approach was one of the reasons why Zhu Zhanhe once hated Japanese people, but now he did the same thing.

But in fact, if it were a different place and a different group of people, he probably wouldn't do this.

Asan's evil nature is well known to everyone. Even the Bengal monitor lizards can't escape their poisonous hands, let alone humans.

In order to prevent such a situation from happening in the future, Zhu Zhanhe could only ask them to resolve it in advance. This meant that he had no choice. If he had to leave some people behind to prevent the remaining high castes of the Delhi Sultan from causing trouble, he would bring them all with him. Our own people are coming.

At the very least, it won't end up leading Ah San out to fight.

Turning his gaze towards the victims, Zhu Zhanhe narrowed his eyes.

Facts have proved that for most people, living is the most important thing, and they can do anything to survive.

Even if it means sending his daughter, wife or even mother away with his own hands.

Don’t they know what their daughters, wives and mothers are about to go through?No, they knew it, and no one knew it better than they did, because the Timurid Empire had done this more than once.

As the saying goes, things turn around. In the past, they forced others to do this, but now it is others' turn...

No, this is not forced, but voluntary.

Except in the Japanese country, Zhu Zhanhe never forced people to do anything, and it was the same here.

Of course, except for things like death, because Zhu Zhanhe will not leave a person's life and death to himself, it is all ordered by Zhu Zhanhe himself.

Under the temptation of food, one woman after another walked out of the crowd.

Before leaving, she might be reluctant to part with her parents and burst into tears, or she might be separated from her husband as though life and death were parting, or she might hand over her child to her family with reluctance and love...

However, Zhu Zhanhe was all smiles.

Very good, very good...

The sins you have committed must be repaid by yourself.

If it hadn't been for this matter, Zhu Zhanhe had asked Zhu Sanfeng to screen and remove oil in the same way as he did in Kabul as early as the first time he entered Balihei. How could they have their turn to choose?
I also wonder why, despite being so determined and decisive in removing oil in Kabul, when I arrived in Balihe, I seemed to be a completely different person. Not only did I not remove oil, but I also started to provide relief.
All I can say is that everything happens for a reason.

……

Just when Zhu Zhanhe was plundering this land, whether it was natural resources or human resources, including people, Samarkand had already turned into a mess.

The outbreak of Phytophthora infestans is not sudden, nor does it happen overnight, but there are early signs.

However, due to the high yield, potatoes have long become a god-like food in the hearts of the people of Timur's empire. This resulted in people not paying too much attention to the early signs of Phytophthora infestans.

We have been growing grain for several years, and we have had good harvests every year. Why do we suddenly see a decrease in production or even no harvest?
People in this era do not have such a high level of awareness, nor do they have so many ideas. When they first encountered a reduction in potato production or even no harvest, they only thought it was caused by natural disasters, or they blamed it on people, thinking that it was people. Laziness leads to reduced potato production or even no harvest.

The initial lack of attention will lead to greater disasters.

When he received that more than [-]% of the entire Timurid Empire, and even more places, had failed to harvest, Shah Ru was stunned.

Yes, dumbfounded.

Let me ask, even if the whole world is enclosed, which ruler has faced such a thing so far?
No matter how outrageous what people encountered in the past, it could not reach the point where more than [-]% of the country's land could not be harvested.

Opening a warehouse to provide disaster relief was Shaharul's first reaction. That's what he thought and what he did.

At first, he didn't feel anything, even if it was an unprecedented disaster, but his enemies Khalil and the Ottoman Empire were also facing the same dilemma.

It doesn't matter if you are weakened, as long as the enemy is also weakened, it means there is no change.

but……

"Dad! We can no longer continue to open warehouses to provide disaster relief!" Ulugh Beg looked at his father eagerly, his tone full of anxiety.

"The Ming army is led by Zhu Zhanhe himself this time, and the famous female devil is accompanying him. Now they have arrived in Bali! As long as they cross the Amu Darya River, they will approach the royal capital!"

……

Shaharul sat on the supreme throne, breathing heavily.

At first, he thought the failure of the potato harvest was a natural disaster, but the large area made him realize something was wrong, and he turned his attention to man-made disasters.

It was not until he received the news that Zhu Zhanhe led troops to enter the country that he reluctantly told himself: This is really a man-made disaster.

It's not that he couldn't think of it, or that he couldn't see it, it was all because he didn't want to.

The wise man managed to grab half of the huge Tamerlane empire without any possibility... No!It’s more than half of the control!The unification of Timurid's empire is just around the corner!
But now...he has been tricked, and he has been tricked for seven years!
So far, Shaharul still can't imagine how Zhu Zhanhe did it, because based on his knowledge, he can't even imagine this level.

Problem with potatoes?This correct answer was rejected by Shaharul at the beginning.

Potatoes are also planted in Zhuzhanhe, and they are also planted in the Indus River Plain, the Ganges Plain and even the Indochina Peninsula. How could there be a problem?
has a problem?Why didn't he send it to the Ming court if he had any questions?It was obvious that the court was treating him unfairly, and it was obvious that he had countless reasonable reasons for doing so.

"father!"

Ulugh beg's shout woke Shaharul from his fugue.

(End of this chapter)