The first emperor of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 153 The Mysterious Old Man

Lu Qinghong saw Li Wenzhi being hacked into pieces in front of her eyes, and the fear in her heart had destroyed all of his will.

Therefore, without Li Chengqian's efforts, Lu Qinghong obediently told the place where the rice was stored.Of course, he did not escape the end of death in the end, but he did not suffer the death sentence.

Although all the relief food was retrieved, if Li Chengqian set up a porridge shed like this.It is estimated that it will not be long before the grain will bottom out.

Fortunately, Li Chengqian transferred tens of thousands of grains in advance.It is guaranteed that there will be no refugees when the Yellow River burst its embankment.

As for the other state capitals, knowing what Li Chengqian did in Bianzhou, they naturally put away their greed for food for disaster relief, and obediently put the food into relief for the victims.

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As the water level of the Yellow River receded, the earth ushered in vitality again.It's a pity that it's late September now, and I'm afraid it's impossible to plant crops.

Therefore, this year is doomed to have no harvest, and the new grain needs to wait for the autumn harvest next year.But how do the people spend the winter, how can they persist in this long year.

"How do you guys plan to deal with the follow-up life of the victims? You can't keep this porridge shed open until next year's harvest." Cheng Yaojin asked Li Chengqian.

"There is a large piece of land in front of us, why not plant crops again. Do we have to wait until the beginning of spring next year?" Li Chengqian looked at Cheng Yaojin and asked.

"Although I, Cheng Yaojin, have never grown food, I also know the principle of planting in spring and harvesting in autumn. Could it be that you can change the weather?" Cheng Yaojin said to Li Chengqian disdainfully.

"In times of ever-changing weather, this king naturally doesn't have that ability. However, this king knows that there is a kind of wheat that can be planted in autumn. It can be harvested at the end of spring." Li Chengqian said with a smile.

Changsun Wuji has never heard of any crops that can continue to grow in the season of heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

So he opened his mouth and asked Li Chengqian: "Do you have a basis for saying this, if you are talking about it, then don't mention it again."

"Uncle, don't worry, if I'm not sure, I can't just talk about it. This crop is called winter wheat, and I've already prepared the seeds." Li Chengqian said to Changsun Wuji with a smile.

"However, if the winter wheat can only be harvested at the end of spring, I am afraid that the spring plowing in the coming year will also be affected. How will we deal with it then?" Changsun Wuji said after thinking about it.

"Uncle, don't worry, I have another kind of seed called corn. It can be sown in late spring and early summer, and then harvested in golden autumn." Li Chengqian said.

"According to what you said, wouldn't it be possible to grow two crops a year? I, Cheng Yaojin, have never heard of it." Cheng Yaojin said after curling his lips.

"In the land of fish and rice in the south, there are records of planting two crops of rice a year, but the conditions are also very strict. And if the last crop is not handled well, the harvest may be lost." Changsun Wuji said.

The two-cooking system a year was only implemented in the south in the middle and late Tang Dynasty.Naturally, this rarely happened in the early Tang Dynasty.

Only in the south where the winter is very short and the temperature is not low.On the contrary, it is possible to plant two rice crops a year.

"Uncle Cheng, put your heart in your stomach. With this king here, the people who take care of Henan Province will not suffer from famine again." Li Chengqian said with a big smile.Then he walked away.

Looking at Li Chengqian's back, Changsun Wuji said to Cheng Yaojin: "If he can really plant two crops a year, Datang will really not have to worry about the food problem anymore."

"The key is whether this kid is reliable or not. Harvesting two crops a year is like a fantasy." Cheng Yaojin still doesn't believe that winter wheat can be grown.

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"Folks, these seeds are called winter wheat. Plant them in the fields now, and they will be harvested in late spring next year. Then we won't have to go hungry anymore." Li Chengqian said to the common people, holding the wheat seeds in his hands.

But what Li Chengqian didn't expect was that the people's eyes were not filled with joy.Instead, it is confusion and disbelief.

No matter how earnestly Li Chengqian spoke, these people were still indifferent.After all, they have never heard of such a thing, and crops can grow in the snowy winter.

This can't help but make Li Chengqian feel very helpless. After all, tens of thousands of people are not like Changsun Wuji and Cheng Yaojin, who can easily understand his explanation.

Just when Li Chengqian had nothing to do, the gray-haired old man appeared again.And said in front of tens of thousands of people: "I have indeed heard of the old man who planted wheat in winter."

"Although we haven't tried it, we have to try it now. Because the imperial court's disaster relief food cannot be distributed all the time."

"That is to say, after winter, we have to survive the long spring and summer. We will have food for the pot only after the autumn harvest."

"Since we have to endure a year of famine, why can't we try it. At least it can be regarded as a hope."

What Li Chengqian didn't expect was that he tried to persuade him with good words, but the people didn't believe him.But when the old man spoke, the people all nodded in agreement.

This can't help but make Li Chengqian interested in this old man, but now is not the time for Li Chengqian to chat with this old man.

Because he must take advantage of this opportunity to make the people firm in their determination to grow winter wheat.So he opened his mouth and said, "In order to convince everyone of my king's words, this king will give all the wheat seeds to all the villagers for free."

"And after the wheat harvest next year, the king will send you corn suitable for planting. Then you will have two harvests a year, and even if you encounter natural disasters, you don't have to worry about running out of food."

In the end, under Li Chengqian's earnest persuasion, he added the assistance of the white-haired old man.The winter wheat seeds were finally sent out successfully.

This also made Li Chengqian's hanging heart finally let go.At the same time, it also gave Li Chengqian time to chat with this old man.

So he opened his mouth and said to the white-haired old man: "Thanks to the help of the old man for today's matter, otherwise the common people may not believe this king."

"Everything His Royal Highness has done is for the country and the people. The old man is just doing his best, and he dare not take credit for His Royal Highness." The old man said to Li Chengqian with a smile on his face.

"Old man, I don't know how to call you. It seems that the old man has a high prestige in the hearts of the common people." Li Chengqian asked the white-haired old man with a smile.

"The old man's name is Yan Yang. There is no such thing as prestige or prestige. It's just that the villagers lift up the old man and give him face." The old man with a gray beard said to Li Chengqian.

(End of this chapter)