After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

On the road leading in and out of the village, the flood waters receded to the ankle level. To the farmers digging in the soil, this little water was nothing.

Everyone worked together to first remove the sandbags at the entrance of the village and move them to both sides of the road to leave a passable intersection.

Every household whose fertile farmland was flooded was mobilized.

They rolled up their trouser legs and waded through the sewage to check on their own seedlings.

Fan Jin and Ding Heli were also among them.

Ding Heli didn't have any land, but he was drying yam tablets at Fan Jin's house every day these days, and he followed him around to inspect them when he had nothing to do.

I thought that most of the paddy fields would yield nothing, but I never thought it could be more serious than this!

Early in the morning, the men and women of Shanshui Village howled and cried on the dirt road between the fields.

Aunt Fan was crying and howling: "God, how can I live like this~"

"I can't live this life~"

Others were not much better, wiping tears frequently while looking at their own rice fields.

The old village chief was leaning on a cane and wearing straw sandals, with his trouser legs rolled up high. He did not go down to the field ridge and only stood on the main road to watch from a distance.

His old eyes looked around, sighing from time to time.

There were many old men from the village standing on the main road, all of them frowning and sighing uncontrollably.

"Old village chief, you said this, this" what Father Xu wanted to say finally turned into a sigh.

Heavy rains have continued for five or six days, and the floods have only receded today. The paddy fields have always been low-lying. They were prepared for their seedlings to be submerged in water, and they were also prepared for no harvest this season.

At worst, be more diligent at the end of the year and plant another season of winter wheat on top. It doesn't matter if the land is not fertile enough. You can still get a harvest of two to three hundred kilograms per acre. In addition to the floods, the court may reduce taxes. If there is some disaster relief food, the family can You can survive even if you eat half full.

As long as I can survive, things will gradually get better in the coming year.

However, in the rice fields in front of us, the seedlings were not soaked in water, but all the roots and soil were washed away.

There are water, grass, dead branches, broken trees, sand, gravel and soil in the fields, but the original appearance is not visible.

Uncle Wang took over the conversation: "The soil in the fields has been washed away, and the fertility is gone. It is impossible to grow winter wheat in the hard soil.

Not only is it impossible to plant rice this year, but even if rice is planted next year, the harvest will probably be as small as possible. Good farmland depends on fertile soil to produce good harvests. Now, it may take three to five years for the rice fields to return to the harvest before the floods. "

How have you been spending the past three to five years? There is no way to get through it.

"Wait for the official announcement. The flooding here is so serious, the court will definitely reduce taxes and allocate food for disaster relief!" Fan Qiye said with bright eyes.

"Will the court take care of us?" Father Xu asked uncertainly.

"I will definitely take care of it! Don't forget, didn't the emperor confiscate several princes in the past few months? The wealth of any of those princes cannot support an entire city.

The treasury is sufficient, how can the emperor ignore us subjects? Besides, the emperor must have copied those princes for the good of our people. Since it is for the good of the people, it is impossible to ignore the people. "What Fan Qiye said to others was also to himself.

Next to him, Ding Heli looked gloomy, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Others, with hope rising in their hearts, enthusiastically agreed: "Yes! The Emperor will definitely take care of us!"

"The flooding is so serious, maybe relief officials are already on their way."

"As long as we allocate disaster relief food and reduce taxes for another three years, we will be able to get through with a little bit of poverty."

Fan Jin didn't know what the emperor was like, but he read the books of sages and sages, and the book said that the court must provide disaster relief when dealing with natural disasters and floods.

He turned to look at Ding Heli, who remained silent next to him, and sighed: "The imperial court should allocate relief food. It will be fine when the relief food arrives."

We raise livestock, and we can keep up with the meat and eggs. We have food in shopping malls with clean water, so we don’t have to worry. If things don’t work, we still have potatoes, so it’s not a problem to keep the family full.

Before selling rice wine brush Polygonum multiflorum, I had a deposit of several hundred taels of silver, plus a wooden box of gold leaves given by Bai Manshan and Li Huyu, it was enough to spend money.

There are also medicinal materials on the back mountain.

Home is not a problem.

But the families in the village are not that good. If taxes are not reduced or reduced and there is no food for disaster relief, they may not be able to survive.

"The imperial court will allocate food for disaster relief, but we don't know how much it will reach the victims." Ding Heli could not say a word about the imperial court to others, but he still spoke to Fan Jin.

Fan Jin understood immediately.

He lowered his voice and asked: "Uncle Ding means there will be corruption? But this is life-saving food and has not been distributed. By then, more people will starve to death and the population will be smaller. Aren't you afraid that the emperor will know about it?"

Moreover, not having enough to eat will cause unrest. Are those officials not afraid that the emperor will blame them for their wealth and life? "

Ding Heli shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“Officials protect each other, the fat is spread out layer by layer, and no one is allowed to get a touch of oil on their hands.

Not to mention other places, just in Guangning Prefecture, there are so many officials and government servants. If they are not fed, who will do the work?

But they still have family, relatives, and friends, and relatives and friends also have family members, so food must be taken care of for their own family first.

Bullying superiors and concealing subordinates to keep each other warm is what officials are best at. The emperor is a good person, but he may not necessarily be a good emperor. "

The emperor has a good temper, but he has neither military nor wealth. The good-tempered emperor is constantly manipulated by his subordinates. Severe punishments cannot suppress those corrupt officials, let alone lift them up high and put them down gently.

The officials below have nothing to fear. No matter how much money or food they allocate, it will be useless.

It cannot reach the real victims.

Fan Jin looked at Uncle Ding and felt that his knowledge and ideas were not those of an ordinary herb gatherer in the mountains.

But Uncle Ding trusted him and only spoke his true feelings. He shouldn't ask more in-depth.

The two of them spoke in low voices, and the excited crowd there gradually calmed down. Everyone still had expectations for the court, but after a little rationality, they didn't dare to let go of their expectations too much.

After all, the family needs to eat, and if the relief food cannot arrive, the whole family cannot go hungry.

Years of experience have made them understand that the court cannot be relied upon. No matter what the situation, they must first rely on themselves!

"Old village chief, do you still have a lot of potatoes? I'll trade corn flour with you for no. I'm going to plant a few acres of land in August and September."

"Can you give me some in exchange? I'll plant a few acres too!"

"I'll change too!"

People in the distance heard it and pulled up their legs from the dirt and ran to the main road, shouting to change them.

All of a sudden, everyone flocked to the old village chief and his group on the main road.

They particularly regretted not planting potatoes in the last batch.

If you plant potatoes, you don't have to worry about food for the whole family now.

But if you missed the last season, you must not delay the next season, otherwise the whole family will really be chewing the bark!

The old village chief looked at the crowd rushing up, stretched out his hand and pressed down to signal silence.

On the other side, Sun Jinhua signaled to Fan, and the two quietly left.