After sending Song Yingxing's family away, Liu Hong gradually became preoccupied.

There is a drought in the north again, and it has been more than a month since the beginning of July, and there has not been a trace of rain in Shuntianfu, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Henan, Shandong and other places.

Song Yingxing's second son, Song Shiyi, sighed even more, he has studied a lot of celestial phenomena, and judging from the current situation, it is impossible for it to rain within ten days.

The second season of potatoes and sweet potatoes this year has just been planted for more than a month, and it is the critical time when water is needed to grow.

"Why is the husband bothered?" Sun Xiuxiu was lying beside Liu Hongji, and when she saw Liu Hongjian sighing softly, she frowned slightly.

Since her husband came back from Guanwai, not only has she been tanned, but her temperament seems to be deeper than before, she knows that her husband has a heavy burden, and she wants to share some of it, but she finds that she can't do anything.

How can she, a weak woman, help?

"There is a great drought in the north, and the people are having a hard time this year." Liu Hong gradually sat up and took off his coat.

Mourn how difficult it is to live in the people's lives, this damn Ice Age!

"The drought in the north has lasted for more than ten years, and God is not beautiful, even Your Majesty can't help it, so don't be so anxious." Sun Xiuxiu sat on the edge of the bed gently, and gradually pinched Liu Hong's shoulders to soothe.

"Oh my God? What kind of thing is it! Heaven and earth are not kind, and if you are a husband, you will change your life against the sky! Liu Hong gradually suppressed the depression in his heart.

Xiaoice Heji doesn't say that he can pass in the past, but since he came, he must not sit and wait for God's alms, three points are doomed, seven points rely on hard work, who knows if he doesn't try?

"It's my little darling, you've been dry for a few days, so I'll give you some rain for my husband." Liu Hong gradually finished speaking, and turned over and pressed Sun Xiuxiu under him.

"Yikes! Husband ...... "Sun Xiuxiu was surprised by her husband's disrespect to God, and she never thought that she would be suddenly attacked by him, and exclaimed for a while.

In fact, her heart is still sweet, compared to the deep and unapproachable husband just now, she prefers the original domineering, simple, and lazy husband.

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The next day, Liu Hong gradually did not sleep for the first time, and he didn't even eat early in the morning before he beckoned Niu Dabang, Liu Hu, Liu Bao and other seven families to go out.

Seven people and seven horses came out of Dongzhimen in the capital and went all the way north to Tangshanzhuang in Changpyeong-gun, Gyeonggi.

Although it has passed the Mid-Autumn Festival, the heat is not abated, the dry dust is rolling along the way, and the weeds on both sides of the road are wilted, Liu Hong gradually frowned while walking.

When he arrived at Detang Villa, Xu Baishun, the head of the village, was beckoning a group of villagers to carry buckets to water the farmland.

"It's the prince, the prince is here, hurry! Meet our great benefactor! As soon as he saw the great benefactor coming, Xu Baishun threw away the water burden on his shoulder, and ran to Liu Hong's horse in small steps to bow down.

"What does Xu Zhuangtou mean, hurry up!" Liu Hong gradually got off the horse and hurried to help the gray-haired old man.

"The prince can't help it, the old man is dirty, don't dirty the prince's hands." Seeing this, Xu Baishun hurriedly got up by himself, bent down and hid back.

"Why, this king is no worse than you in some farm work.

Go, take the king to the village, call the villagers, and the king will ask questions. Liu Hong gradually knew that he was too noble for these people, but he couldn't do anything with these villagers.

There are more than 180 households in Tangshanzhuang, all of which are tenants who have been farming for the royal family for generations.

As long as people shouted in the field, it was not long before the farmers returned from the fields one after another and gathered at the entrance of the village of Tangshanzhuang.

In the year of the great drought, the farmers used their bodies to carry water to water the fields in order to save them, and even the women were carrying their shoulders with their shoulders drooping, and they were all drenched in sweat.

"Xu Zhuangtou, tell this king about the spring harvest." Liu Hong gradually waved his hand to stop the momentum of the villagers kneeling, and said to Xu Baishun on the side.

"Back to the prince, there are 616 hectares of fertile land in Tangshan Villa, and according to the instructions of the prince, 500 hectares of which are planted with potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Potatoes and sweet potatoes were harvested in a total of 98,039 stones, and this year's spring and summer were not bad, and the remaining 110 hectares of wheat were also harvested more than 3,480 stones. ”

Xu Zhuangtou knew that Liu Hongjian was going to ask about the harvest, so he had already prepared the accounts and handed them to Liu Hongchuan.

"Well, the harvest is not bad, how much rice grain did Song Zhangban distribute to you? Can you eat? "An acre of sweet potatoes produces about 2,000 catties, although it is slightly lower than Liu Hongji's expectations, but compared with the wheat yield of more than 200 catties per mu, it is unprecedented.

The entire imperial village of Shuntian Mansion was in the hands of Song Yingxing's two sons who were good at farming, including the collection of crops and the distribution of rice and grain to tenants.

"Back to the prince, it was sent, Song Zhangban was merciful, and each household also gave an extra 300 catties of sweet potatoes." Speaking of this, Xu Zhuang's brows stretched, compared to the supervisors in the palace in previous years, the two brothers of the Song family were really good to them.

In previous years, the tenants were busy working for a year, and the rice and grain in their hands were basically not enough to eat, and the most difficult thing was the winter, when the weather was cold and the ground could not be cultivated, in order to save food, many farmers did not go out.

Rao is like this, and every year there are cases of starvation and freezing to death.

"How is three hundred catties enough? Xu Zhuangtou will go to Song Shiyi tomorrow, and each household will go to get five stones of sweet potatoes and potatoes and one stone of wheat, and the king will notify him later, and all the households in the hands of this king can go to receive them! ”

Liu Hong gradually looked at the rice grain distributed in the account, frowned, and said.

"The prince is merciful, the people of the old Han Dynasty have kowtowed to the prince!" When Xu Baishun heard this, tears fell instantly.

Although Song Shiyi has an extra 300 catties, the weather is dry now, if it doesn't rain again, the autumn crops are likely to be reduced by half as in previous years, which also means that the farmers are likely to not be able to share the rice before the winter.

How can you spend this winter?

His Royal Highness the King of the County only glanced at the accounts and ordered each household to distribute another six stones, six stones! This is the life-saving food of the people in the village!

One stone in the Ming Dynasty was about one hundred and fifty-three catties, and if it was calculated according to one catty and five hundred grams in later generations, it would be about one hundred and eighty-one catties.

If you can really get these six stones of grain to your home, even if there is no harvest in autumn, each household has some leftovers, which is enough to survive the cold winter.

"The old farmer thanked the prince! My son, I don't have to go hungry this year, and the prince will never forget it. "Rows of dealers fell to their knees, even if Liu Hong gradually blocked it, it was useless.

For the tenants who rely on food to live, food is heaven, destiny, and everything.

Liu Hong's eyes were a little sour, and even the bull mallet was a little cramped.

These simple people, they just want to live, they want to pass on their blood, and they are willing to sweat for this.

But heaven and earth are not kind, let the noble landlords who are powerful and blessed, why punish these already miserable people?

It's good to say that Liu Hongjian finally persuaded all the people to get up, Xu Zhuangtou wiped his cheeks from old tears, and seemed to be a little speechless and stopped.

Liu Hongjian thought that this old man had something unspeakable, so he asked him to say it and help him solve it.

"Lord Wang, although there are a lot of sweet potatoes and potatoes, but we have never seen this thing, dare to ask Lord Wang Ye if there are other ways to eat this thing except raw food?"