Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 13 Little Follower

Even without searching your phone, you probably know that this is impossible. For a town in a classic feudal era, the natural growth rate would be no more than 7% a year under the premise of good weather. Three thousand people would only become 3,200. This is under the premise of good weather, a stable government and harmonious people. To reach 5,000 in five years can be said to be an extremely rapid development for the local area.

In order to increase the population from 3,000 to 50,000 in these five years, Xia Lin could think of only one way, that is, a large area of ​​the surrounding area was hit by a disaster and the grain was completely destroyed, resulting in a large influx of refugees, and each county would be assigned a portion of the refugees.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin's eyes became strange. He glanced at Tuoba Jing, then pursed his lips and said, "Young Prince, there is only one possibility for it to grow to 50,000 in five years."

"Talk about it."

Xia Lin looked up at the ceiling and said with a heavy expression, "Natural disasters have hit the surrounding counties, leaving millions homeless. These refugees fled in all directions, and some of them stayed in this county. So what the young prince is asking is how to use these 3,000 people to produce enough food for 50,000 people within five years."

Tuoba Jing's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had asked this question to eight people before, and some of them either pondered for a long time without knowing what to say, or they just opened their mouths and started to talk about some good way to save the country. There were more empty talkers than practical ones, and it was boring to hear them too much. Who doesn't know the teachings in those books? Some even said that teaching and educating the people will come naturally.

There is no essential difference between these and farting. Although there are some that take a pragmatic approach, the methods proposed are really confusing, such as distributing pornographic pictures to every household in the county.

Is this a suggestion that anyone can come up with? Oh, so after all this time, what he meant by increasing the population is having children, right?

But things got interesting when it came to Xia Lin. Not to mention what method he proposed, the little prince admired his perspective on analyzing the problem. He was a very pragmatic person. He did not assume about having a child, but started from the perspective of encountering a natural disaster. He then took the initiative into his own hands and turned an impossible task into an achievable one.

This intelligence was already quite impressive, and his words couldn't help but arouse the interest of the young prince: "Oh? Then tell me, how are you going to get enough to feed 50,000 people in the next five years?"

Xia Lin shook his head. "I can't say. It depends on the local conditions. I said we should plant wheat, but what if the place can't produce wheat? I said we should plant rice, but what if there are floods every year? I said we should graze, but there is no grass in the place? These things affect the whole body, and we can't just rely on imagination."

The young prince nodded repeatedly. He felt that although this boy did not say anything constructive, his humility and prudence were great. He knew very well that the tenfold increase in population in three to five years was a false proposition.

But just as he was about to continue asking, someone outside came in to report that there was something important to report. The young prince smiled at Xia Lin helplessly and apologetically: "Why don't you two go somewhere else first, and then come to the villa for dinner later?"

"Then we would like to thank the young prince."

Xia Lin is of course a sensible person. He saw that it was inconvenient for him to be there, so he left. Being sensible is better than being arrogant. If it is true that you can do whatever you want just because you have talent, then Li Bai would not have been depressed all his life, Su Shi would not have been able to eat all the time, and Liu Yong would not have been supported by his cousin for half his life.

So talent is of course important, but talent is just a stepping stone, the rest is all management.

The two of them came to the courtyard of the villa and were about to go out when suddenly a small figure flashed and then the little princess ran in front of Xia Lin with a sideways face: "Hello~"

Xia Lin was startled by the person who suddenly appeared. After taking a closer look, he realized it was the little princess. He quickly bowed and said, "May the princess be well."

"Me, don't you recognize me? You said you were going to spank me last night, have you forgotten?"

Hearing this, Xia Lin's heart skipped a beat. After looking around and finding no one around, he covered the little princess' mouth and dragged her to the bushes nearby. He held her head and squatted down: "Auntie, it turned out that it was you yesterday... Can you please stop talking nonsense? If someone hears me, I will be dead."

The little princess shook her head and struggled to get out of his hands: "You think you can survive by being so frivolous to me?"

It was then that Xia Lin realized that he had one hand hooked on the princess's shoulder and the other hand covering her mouth. If someone saw this, he would be dragged out and sentenced to immediate execution.

"Hahaha, look at your silly look, are you going to spank me or not?" The little princess stood up and said proudly, "You were so majestic yesterday, come on, come on, spank me."

As she spoke, she even deliberately stuck her butt out towards Xia Lin. After all, she still had the mentality of a child and had no idea that this gesture was a big taboo even for ordinary people.

"Okay, stop torturing me."

Xia Lin also walked out from the flowers, dusted himself off, and when he looked at the little princess, he found that she was taking off her clothes. This frightened Xia Lin so much that he was terrified: "Princess, you can't do that!"

But at this time, the little princess's light waxed blouse had been taken off, revealing a set of men's clothing underneath, a green shirt and a small hat, but the pair of embroidered shoes was extremely inconsistent.

"Take me out to play." The little princess pointed at Xia Lin and said, "Hurry! Otherwise I will tell my brother that you touched me."

Xia Lin was beside him, and her head was spinning, because when a girl used her innocence to slander a person, there was no better way to clear her name in this era than to die to show her determination. Moreover, she was a princess, a member of the royal family, and as long as she spoke, regardless of whether the matter was true or not, it would be right to kill Xia Lin first to preserve the royal family's reputation.

"If you want me dead, just say it. Why go through so much trouble?" Xia Lin walked around the little princess a few times: "Why do you run out every day like a little kid? This world is not stable." "You are only a few years older than me, but you act like a veteran. Why can't I do what you do?" The little princess looked Xia Lin up and down, then said coquettishly: "Whatever, take me out to play..."

"No, unless the young prince agrees."

The two of them were tugging at each other, when Chun Tao came over quickly. She glanced at the little princess in men's clothing, as if she was used to it, and then looked at Xia Lin who was in a dilemma and said, "You can take the princess around. The young prince specifically ordered that if the princess blocks your way, you can take her out for a walk."

Hearing this, Xia Lin began to look at the young prince with a new respect. This young man will definitely achieve great things in the future. Although he is young, he can hear everything and see everything even when he is sitting in the hall.

But since the young prince has said so, let's take the little princess out for some fun. It just so happens that today the breeze is warm and the spring breeze is pleasant, which is a thriving scene.

With this burden with him, Xia Lin had no way to go to any strange places. He could only stroll along the willows by the river and look at the flowers, birds, fish and insects sold on the street. However, the little princess seemed to have never seen anything before and would shout at everything she saw.

At this time, Lao Zhang brought over three servings of pea flour, which looked tempting with the brown sugar. The girl loved sweets, so she sat by the willow bank and ate it while enjoying the spring scenery.

"What's the princess' name?"

Xia Lin sat next to the princess. In his eyes, the princess was not a woman but a child who had not grown up. Naturally, he had no respect or respect for a child, so he spoke casually.

"Tuoba Qian, what about you?"

"Xia Lin."

After saying this, Xia Lin suddenly remembered that Tuoba Qian was the main character in his novel. Four years later, she was the princess who was sent to a foreign country by her beloved Ye Liangchen to marry. She had a bad ending. At the age of 19, she was killed by the emperor of that foreign country as a sacrifice to boost morale for a decisive battle with the Wei Dynasty.

It was that battle that destroyed the Wei Dynasty's spirit and made the former ruler of the Central Plains a piece of fat meat in the mouths of the great powers.

Now looking back at the little princess who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, Xia Lin suddenly felt pity for her. She was obviously a lovely girl who dared to love and hate, but in the end she ended up like that.

Fortunately, Ye Liangchen couldn't get up after all. The golden finger he relied on for protection was now in his hand. He even watched the young lady twist her hips for a while last night.

"You are Xia Lin! Did you write those three poems yesterday?"

The little princess's exclamation interrupted Xia Lin's thoughts. When he looked at the little princess again, he found that her eyes were shining brightly, and there was a little more enthusiasm and admiration when she looked at Xia Lin.

"You are amazing! Those three poems are all very good. Can you teach me how to write poetry?"

Thinking of the ending of this little princess, Xia Lin's tone softened. He leaned against the willow tree and said, "It's very difficult to teach you. This requires talent. But I can give you a poem."

"Okay, okay, hurry up."

The little princess applauded Xia Lin, and Xia Lin glanced at the little princess and thought for a moment: "Little Furong, the fragrance is charming, the jasper hall is as deep and clear as water. Close the treasure box, close the gold shop, lean against the screen and drag the sleeves, worried as if drunk. The beautiful scenery is lingering, the fireworks are charming, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping on the curved bank with brocade wings. Staring with sorrow and quiet longing, a pair of smiling faces frowning at the fragrant core."

"Ah? So fast? I didn't hear it clearly! Say it again."

Xia Lin read it again, and this time the little princess listened particularly carefully. But after listening, her face suddenly turned red, as if she had an allergy, and even her neck turned red. She sat there without saying a word, just lowered her head and silently ate the brown sugar pea powder.

"Are you sick?" Lao Zhang nudged Xia Lin with his elbow and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to die? Are you writing a little love poem for the princess?"

"what?"

Looking back at Old Zhang's eyes and then at the little princess's demeanor, Xia Lin's heart skipped a beat. He was just a copyist...how could he tell whether it was a love poem or not?

"You are out of luck, Princess Flirtatious."

There was a hint of joking in Lao Zhang's words, and Xia Lin also realized what was going on, and quickly explained to the princess: "Princess, that's not what I meant. I just think this poem is particularly suitable for you..."

(End of this chapter)