Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 672
Monkey drove the car very fast, and it only took half the usual time to deliver Qingluo to the Yamen.

It was okay for Huang Butou to ride a horse, and the few yamen servants who followed were almost paralyzed from exhaustion.

Qingluo didn't care about them either, and hurried to the courtroom, and she saw five or six men of different heights standing in a row, all of them looked anxious.

Lin Si and Lin Liu were also there, seeing Qing Luo rushing over, "Your Excellency is back."

A few miles away, I saw a girl in blue shirt walking quickly, and I was very surprised to hear the two masters addressing me.

It was also the first time for them to see this legendary magistrate, and they never expected to be such a young and beautiful girl.

"What's the matter?" The first thing Qingluo said when she sat down was to ask.

Straightforward, no nonsense.

A few lizhengs are not quite used to her style of doing things, but the two masters acted as if they were used to it, and said: "These lizhengs are saying that there is another disaster in their crop field."

"Oh?" Qing Luo looked at Li Zheng, and said, "Didn't there be a plague of locusts before? What happened again?"

At this time, there are no pesticides and no good seeds that have been screened, the harvest in the fields is small, and frequent disasters are common, so the lives of the people are difficult.

Although Qingluo was mentally prepared for this, she never expected that another disaster would come before the end of one disaster.

"Lord magistrate," a fat Lizheng said, "I am Lizheng from Shahe Village. It is like this. During the locust plague earlier, the fields were ruined badly. Everyone was only focused on driving the locusts away and tidying up the fields, but they didn't notice it. There are actually things growing in the fields, and by the time someone discovers them in the past two days, it will already be flooded..."

Qingluo asked: "What's growing in the field?"

"It's just a kind of vine. We can't tell you what it's called. I've seen it in the field a few times before, but it's never grown like it is now..." Shahe Village's anxious cheeks drooped, "There is a lot of trouble in the field." After the plague of locusts, there is not much food left, and if we add this damn thing now, the harvest will not be complete in autumn!"

Qing Luo frowned: "Crazy growth? Every field?"

"Yes, but wherever the locusts have ruined, these vines will grow there. It's really terrible!"

Qingluo said: "Since the vines have grown, just cut them off."

Another tall and thin old man said, "It won't work! At first we had the same idea as the adults, thinking that cutting the vines with a sickle would be enough, but who knew it wouldn't work at all, and it would grow after cutting. It's very fast, and it's over when the rice is entangled..."

"So difficult?" Qingluo realized the seriousness of the problem, "Since it will grow after cutting, have you tried to uproot it?"

The skinny old man sighed: "I tried it too, but rice grows around the vines, and once you pull it out, you have to bring the rice with you. I can't bear it..."

Farmers tend this field all year round, hoping to harvest more grain in autumn and have a good year.

It's a pity that God didn't want it!

Who can be willing to just pull out the food that they have carefully served?
Qingluo glanced at them: "How many of your villages have this kind of vines?"

"Yes, my lord," Shaheli said, "our villages are connected together, and the locust plague is not as severe as that of Nanqiao Village. I was lucky at first, but in the end, so many harmful things grew. Alas. !"

Qingluo thought for a while and asked, "Did you bring that kind of vine?"

"Yes, yes!" The skinny old man hurried outside, walked in with a few vines in his arms, and said, "Before I came to see my lord, I cut a handful from the field and brought them here to show my lord."

"En, you did a good job." Qingluo reached out to take a vine and looked it over carefully.

She doesn't have much practical experience with various crops and plants, but she has enough theoretical knowledge, so she wants to see if she can recognize this plant in order to find a way to deal with it.

As a result, she looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't recognize the species of this vine.

She wasn't sure if she had forgotten what she had read.

The problem is a bit tricky.

Generally speaking, to deal with this kind of crazy plant, either medicine or fire is used.

Medicine, no.

It is even more impossible to use fire.

The rice is still attached, isn't it?

If she dared to order the fire, the villagers would dare to eat her alive.

But after listening to the meaning of these few Lizheng, if there is no way to stop it, what if it spreads to the entire Pingyang County?
Although Pingyang County is not big, there are about a dozen villages. The villages like Shahe Village are the main places where grain is grown, and the grain handed over by the county every year comes from here.

The idea of ​​doubling Qingluo's tax is simply worse.

"My lord, we still have to find a way to solve this matter as soon as possible, otherwise our fields will be completely ruined in a few days!" A few miles away, he almost knelt down in a hurry.

Qing Luo gently pressed the center of her brows with her fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Go back first, I'll think of a way. Keep these vines."

A few years ago, he was full of sorrow and left.

The courtroom became quiet.

"My lord," Lin Si stepped forward and said softly, "There are various disasters every year, and the imperial court will not blame you for this."

Qingluo shook her head: "I'm not worried about the court blaming me."

Is Her Majesty the Queen still less angry with her?
If she was worried about this, she might not even have to sleep.

She was just worried about how the people who were about to lose their crops would survive the new year.

Only when the common people have food and drink can the society be stable and harmonious.

At that time, everyone will be hungry, and Pingyang County will be in chaos, and she, the parent official, will bear the brunt of the brunt.

"Do you recognize this?" Qing Luo stared at the purple vine in her hand and asked.

Lin Si shook his head: "I've never seen it before."

"I seem to have seen it before." Lin Liu suddenly said, "I seem to have seen this kind of thing in the Lin family village before, but the number was very small, and I didn't pay much attention to it."

Still no useful information.

Qingluo waved her hand: "Go down first, I'll think about it later."

Lin Si and Lin Liu looked at each other and retreated quietly.

When they came outside, Lin Liudao: "Fourth brother, this is not a small matter. If five or six villages fail to harvest in a row, something will happen next year."

If the people have nothing to eat, there will be troubles.

The court has always been most afraid of this kind of thing.

"I see, why don't you send a letter to ask the second master?" Lin Si suggested.

"Okay, I'll go get the pigeon right away."

A gray-and-white pigeon flew out with a note tied to its leg.

In the middle of the night, the candles in Qingluo's room were still burning.

flap!

A pigeon flapped its wings and landed on her window sill.

Qingluo looked up, and saw a small kit hanging around the pigeon's neck.

She knew that the connection between Lin Silin Liu and the Lin family in Jingdu was through these little pigeons, so she reached out and let the pigeons land on her arm.

(End of this chapter)