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

Chapter 493 Points Explode

These words are equivalent to giving fifty years of life to a dying person.

The victims cheered on the spot.

"Thank you, Manager Yan, for saving my life—"

One person took the lead, and the others followed suit, and all 50,000 people outside the city knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed towards the city to express his gratitude.

At the same time, Yan Xia was on her way home.

There was a sharp pain in my head.

She squatted on the ground and didn't recover for a long time.

[Target person detected]

【Name: Zhang Daniu】

【Age: 26】

【Favourability: 100】

[Congratulations to the host for earning 100 points]

[Target person detected]

[Name: Xu Caitou]

【Age: 49】

【Favourability: 100】

[Congratulations to the host for earning 100 points]

[Target person detected]

【Name: Liu Tieguo】

【Age: 38】

【Favourability: 100】

[Congratulations to the host for earning 100 points]

[Target person detected]

[Name: Chen Xiaohua]

[Age: 6 years old]

【Favourability: 100】

[Congratulations to the host for earning 100 points]

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【……】

The system sound never stopped, and Yan Xia fainted from the pain.

He was so scared that he picked her up.

Send back home.

Yan Xia woke up two days later.

The house was full of people.

"How long did I sleep this time?" Yan Xia's face was a little pale, unlike the previous two times of unconsciousness.

This time when she woke up, her lips were not dry.

"Mom, you slept for two whole days." Chang Yi buried his head in Yan Xia's chest.

Speaks with a nasal tone.

"Don't be afraid, Mom is fine. She might have been too excited and fainted. Mom is fine." Yan Xia noticed her little daughter's emotions and comforted her.

An hour later.

After her family members left, Yan Xia closed her eyes again.

By donating food, she unexpectedly had more than three million points.

It was a surprise indeed.

End of January, New Year’s Eve.

The white porridge that was originally eaten once a day became two meals a day.

The porridge also became much thicker.

It is so thick that you have to use a spoon to scoop it up, otherwise you can't drink it.

Compared with last year, the people are much better off this year. Lu Cunshan ordered the officials to organize the victims and let the men among them go to a wasteland outside the city to build wooden houses, and then use straw to make beds and put bedding on them, so that they can have a small home that can shelter from wind and rain.

There is no need to worry if all the strong laborers in the family die, because women can still hold up the family.

Many people help each other.

Successfully settled down.

That piece of wasteland turned into a village, and the victims asked Yan Xia to give the village a name.

Yan Xia thought about it all night.

Only then did I decide on the word "hope".

Since then, the victims have a home. They are villagers of Xiwang Village, Shuangqiao Town, Jiashu County.

Soon, April arrived.

Because there were two snowfalls in winter, the dry land became moist. The people picked up their own farm tools and started to hoe the land in preparation for reclaiming the land.

Don't underestimate them because they are disaster victims who are fleeing.

But the farm tools will never be sold.

With farm tools, there is hope of survival.

At this time in the county government office, Yan Xia and Lu Cunshan both had solemn expressions.

"Are you telling the truth?" Even if Lu Cunshan believed Yan Xia, he couldn't believe that there were drought-resistant rice seeds in the world that didn't require paddy fields to grow, and that could be harvested in two months, with a yield of more than 500 kilograms per acre!

"Of course, each acre can produce at least 500 kilograms, and if it's more, 700 to 800 is not uncommon. It is drought-resistant and can be planted in wasteland instead of paddy fields. If the sun is not too strong this year, it can be harvested in two months! I bought this rice seed from a yellow-haired merchant. I didn't believe it at first, but the rice I scattered casually in the backyard of my home actually grew up, and the rice ears were big and heavy. So I bought a piece of land and planted this rice seed. Otherwise, where would the food I donated come from? I know you don't believe me, but it's better to give it a try than to get nothing."

The temperature soared in May last year, causing all the rice she planted to wither and she lost a lot of rice seeds.

Yan Xia transported all the remaining rice seeds in her home to the county government office and told Lu Cunshan about the yield.

"These rice seeds can only be used to grow 500 acres of land at most. If you believe me, you can distribute them to the people. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it."

Yan Xia didn't want to explain any more.

She couldn't let the system in her mind say hello to Lu Cunshan.

"I believe you."

Lu Cunshan hesitated for three seconds and then nodded.

Just based on the food donated by Yan Xia, he would believe it.

If the rice seeds could not be grown, the worst that could happen was that he would take off his official hat and die as a token of atonement.

He was already satisfied to be alive until now. If Yan Xia had not come that day, he would have died long ago.

By mid-April, all the seeds distributed by Lu Cunshan had been planted.

Not only the 80,000 victims, but also the people who originally belonged to Jiashu County.

Yes.

The number of disaster victims has increased again.

That damn Jiangnan County Magistrate Xu Wenyan actually raised taxes when there was no harvest! From 40% to 60%, and they collected taxes in advance before the crops were even planted. If you can't pay the taxes, it's okay, just give me money!

This caused many people in Jiangnan County to flee.

His life was about to be lost.

What are you still doing at home?

Of course, there were also people in Jiashu County who refused to receive rice seeds.

They have first-class farmland at home and believe that drought will not last for three consecutive years. They are convinced that it will rain this year.

Planting these seeds of unknown origin is a waste of the land.

The officials did not force it.

Before planting, a government notice was posted, stating that if there was a harvest this year, 20% must be paid to the government.

Only 20% is really too little.

After the seeds are planted in the soil.

Everyone looked at the sky with fear every day.

Afraid that the scorching sun would suddenly come.

Fortunately, they are lucky.

Until late May, the weather was normal. Although there was no rain, the people carried buckets and watered the crops every day without getting tired, so the crops survived.

"Shopkeeper Yan, if the drought is over, can you still open your pastry shop?" On the city bridge, Deng Qiuzhi looked at the dried-up river and asked Yan Xia.

He had escaped from Jiangnan County a long time ago and sold his house and shop.

"Of course it's open. Why not? It's just not in Jiangnan County." Yan Xia said quietly.

Deng Qiuzhi didn't ask why, he knew it very well.

"What have you thought about that?" He changed the subject.

"Don't consider it. I won't interfere. Even if your son passes the exam to become a scholar, if my Chang Yi doesn't like him, there's nothing I can do. Even if she never gets married, I will support her."

Ever since Deng Qiuzhi came back.

His son Deng Bizhong fell in love with Chang Yi at first sight.

But Chang Yi is beautiful alone.

Look down on the weak Deng Shusheng.

Feeling sorry for his son who was trapped in his love affair, Deng Qiuzhi often came to pester Yan Xia, hoping to become her in-law.

Yan Xia refused.

The days passed day by day.

One morning in early June.

Bad news came.

The scorching sun is back.

Yan Xia felt something was wrong when she woke up in the morning.

Why is it so hot?