Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

As a result, food prices continued to rise until they became out of control.

The Meng family gained a huge fortune as a result, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are the richest family in the imperial city.

If he didn't have someone behind him, he would never have survived until now.

When he was mentioned, Lu Cunshan felt so angry that his teeth itched.

How many people have he killed?

Those who profit from national disasters should die!

Zuo Li's expression was the same as that of County Magistrate Lu.

When we went to Jiangnan County, he went with us.

Naturally understand the truth.

"Ah, the governor avoided me and told me to figure out a solution on my own. I had no idea. I asked him to submit a memorial to the emperor, but he said that the situation was not serious enough for the emperor to know. Damn it! Damn it!"

Lu Cunshan sat down on the chair.

He slammed the table.

"Sir, I am willing to break into the imperial city and help you pass on the message!" Suddenly, Zuo Li knelt on the ground, clasping his fists and speaking firmly.

"It's useless. Haven't you noticed that there has been a gaze following us since we left Jiangnan County? It must be someone sent by the governor to monitor me. I can't get out. Even if you go to the imperial city, it's useless. Why do you think he has the guts to conceal the disaster? It's been more than a year, more than a year! How many people died!"

Lu Cunshan shook his head.

He sighed deeply.

Very weak.

"If the imperial court does not provide disaster relief, there will probably be only two outcomes. One is that the refugees will rise up, the city will be destroyed, and all of us will die. The other is that all the refugees will die, and the drought will continue until Jiangnan ceases to exist, until Ye Shaoyun can no longer hide it!"

Lu Cunshan was so angry that he started cursing.

He actually called the Governor of Jiangnan by his name.

But this still couldn't relieve the hatred in his heart.

The two were silent for a long time.

"Forget it. What's the point of me cursing? The New Year is coming soon. The people don't even have a place to live. Everyone, young and old, is starving. I'm afraid they won't be able to make it through the New Year. The county government's grain reserves have been used up. There is not a grain left. I only have one stone of old rice left in my house. Forget it. I'll just stay here as an official. When the grain is gone, I will hang myself outside the county government to apologize."

The people in the city have already donated a batch of food.

It's useless to force them.

Every household tightened their belts and dared only eat until they were 50% full.

The last time grain was donated was in the summer. Yan Xia took the lead in donating 300,000 kilograms of rice. One kilogram of rice boiled into porridge weighs at least four kilograms. If more water is added, five or six kilograms can be added. However, it was gone before winter.

"Please leave. I'm tired."

The two were silent for a long time.

Lu Cunshan waved at Zuo Li, signaling him to leave.

"My Lord, my Lord——"

Just as Zuo Li opened the door, an officer rushed over and shouted.

"What's wrong? Are the victims rioting?" Lu Cunshan stood up from his chair in fear.

"No, that's not it!" The policeman ran in, his breathing unstable and he was gasping for breath while speaking.

"What's that?" Lu Cunshan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down on the chair when he heard the most unforgettable words in his life.

"Manager Yan is here to donate grain—" After a short pause, the officer shouted.

Lu Cunshan was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

"What? Donate food? Where is she? How much to donate?" Lu Cunshan didn't care whether his butt hurt or not, he looked at his men eagerly.

The officer held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand catties?" Lu Cunshan guessed. Yan Xia had donated three hundred thousand catties before, and he estimated that Yan Xia didn't have much surplus food left.

The official shook his head.

"Could it be two hundred thousand kilograms?" Lu Cunshan got up from the ground with joy in his eyes.

If it really is 200,000 kilograms, then the people outside the city can live at least one more month!

If only he made the porridge thinner.

"No!" The officer continued to shake his head.

"Fuck you, just tell me now, why are you keeping me in suspense!" Zuo Li kicked him.

The officer stuck out his tongue.

He touched his buttocks and said, "Manager Yan donated two million kilograms of rice! She has already taken her servants and officials to transport the grain!"

"What? Two million jin? Really?" Lu Cunshan was so shocked that his voice broke.

"Really! Two million catties! Shopkeeper Yan said that these grains were all grown by her before and stored in her house at the end of the city for a long time. She originally wanted to wait for the imperial court to provide disaster relief, but it was delayed. She couldn't bear to see the people outside the city starve to death, so she donated two million catties."

The officers were also very excited.

He was originally responsible for distributing porridge at the city gate.

After seeing so many skinny children and starving elderly people, even the cruelest heart would soften.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay!!!! Great!!! Hahahaha!! The people are saved, hahaha!" Lu Cunshan laughed crazily, and no one knew how happy he was.

God will not destroy them!

So what if they are corrupt officials?

Ye Shaoyun refused to report it himself.

Someone will come to save the people!

Lu Cunshan's tears fell unconsciously.

The official who delivered the message and Zuo Li were infected.

The three of them had red eyes.

"My Lord, I'm here to donate grain. Where are the people?"

The next second, Yan Xia's voice reached the study.

Lu Cunshan quickly rolled up his sleeves and ran out.

"Plop-" a sound.

He actually knelt down in front of Yan Xia.

"Hey, County Magistrate Lu, what are you doing?" Yan Xia reacted very quickly. She quickly moved aside and helped Lu Cunshan up.

Lu Baozhu and Yu Yaonian saw the whole scene.

"You deserve this kneeling! Two million kilograms of food, you saved the lives of 50,000 people outside the city! I am deeply grateful for your great act of kindness, I thank you on behalf of the people outside the city--"

Lu Cunshan cried as he spoke.

This made Yan Xia cry.

"I can't bear to see the people starve to death. Two million kilograms of food, for me, I can't even finish it even if it gets moldy and rotten, but for them, it's life-saving food. This morning, Jin Yu and I went to the city gate and saw those babies in swaddling clothes who were thinner than kittens. Then I thought of my dumplings and buns. How could I bear to do that? What if it was my Yan family standing outside the city waiting for hope?"

There was pity in Yan Xia's eyes.

If people like her who have the system don't save the people, who will?

Who can save?

For a while.

Outside the study, everyone was sobbing quietly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. The people are all hungry. Sir, please take some food and give them porridge. The New Year is coming soon. Feed the people and add less water. Next year will definitely be better!"

Yan Xia helped Lu Cunshan up.

Wipe away your tears and talk to him.

"Okay, I'll send someone to distribute the porridge right away!"

in the afternoon.

The city gate that had been closed for three days was opened again.

Many people stood up like crazy and tried to break in.

They haven't eaten for three days.

They stripped the bark off the surrounding trees.

This caused many people to be unable to defecate.

"Everyone, be quiet. Don't make any noise. I have news for you all. Yan's Bakery in the city has donated rice to everyone. From today on, they will resume distributing porridge every day!"