The place where the captain said was indeed not close, and even if he was in the car, it took him nearly an hour to do it.

After getting off the car, Yuan Baoer's butt and legs were sore and numb.

Yuan Baoer stomped the ground a few times, feeling better, and then walked through the trench and watched slowly.

There are many rice in the south, and the seedlings have just been pumped, facing the morning sunshine, swaying lightly in the wind.

"Sir," the captain whispered, pointing to the distance and bowing his head.

A man stood up from the field.

The man wore a hat, his hands and neck were heavily dark brown, which looked like a long-standing farming style.

"Brother-in-law," Yuan Baoer slipped down the ditch and leaned over to him carefully.

The captain wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Yuan Baoer.

The captain knew that she was afraid that she would trample on the ground and anger her, so she stood honestly on it.

"Brother-in-law, let me ask you for help," Yuan Baoer smiled and went over.

The old man raised his head and saw that Yuan Baoer looked white and had a flat dress. He looked like a lady from a good family, so he raised his hat, revealing his dark brown and wrinkled face.

“Where to go?”

"How can Dongzhuang leave?"

Yuan Baoer's accent was obviously from another place. The old man looked at her for a while before pointing to the outline of the house in front of him, "That's there."

The old man spoke with a strong accent, and Yuan Baoer could only guess from his gestures and his expression.

When the old man saw Yuan Baoer was confused, he wiped his hand and went out.

Yuan Baoer subconsciously followed, and the old man said, "Where are you looking for whom?"

Yuan Baoer just casually said the place mentioned by the captain, but he didn't know who was there.

So she pretended to understand nothing.

Instead, the captain understood, and he leaned forward and looked at the two of them with his eyes dripping.

The old man immediately looked at the captain, looking very alert.

"This is my brother," Yuan Baoer said: "I'll come here to look for my relatives."

The old man looked at the captain, and the captain hurriedly smiled at the old man.

"Which company do you look for?"

"Look for someone with the surname Zhou," the captain replied immediately.

Such a fast speed was obviously not something that was thought out at the moment. The old man thought about it and found that there was indeed a household surnamed Zhou in the village.

"Zhou Yizi's family," said the old man.

The captain smiled embarrassedly, "Yes, that's our cousin from afar."

The old man nodded and looked at the captain's clothes again. They were all dressed upright and clean, not like fleeing famine, so he went to the village.

Yuan Baoer looked around and asked in the east and the west.

The old man thought she was new to her here, and thought that she was all relatives from the same village, and answered her questions in detail.

Yuan Baoer took his words in his heart one by one, as if he said casually: "Why don't you value wheat and millet?"

"I can't grow that," said the old man: "That thing can't be raised well here. If it grows, it will not be enough for the family to chew it next year."

The crops in Daxia have to be paid for land taxes. Yuan Ge'er has also tried to reduce taxes in the past two years, but there were interfering with each other and the implementation was not smooth.

Excessive taxes have increased the burden on the people, and even the wealthy southern land feels burdened, not to mention that the income is always unable to keep up with the southern land.

However, this matter cannot be solved in the short term. Yuan Baoer bypassed this topic and talked about the variety of seeds.

The rice here is the unique rice seed here. After ripening, the rice is light green.

However, this kind of rice has high requirements. Many of them cannot reach the color they want after they mature. Those that cannot reach can only be sold as ordinary rice or only left.

Some of the things that can be achieved are kept for seeds, and the remaining ones are sold, and the money they get is used to pay for the family's expenses.

"Then you can have some surplus in your family in a year, right?"

Yuan Baoer knew that the rice was called Bigeng, and it was very expensive. You could buy ten taels of silver and half a dou in Kyoto.

You know, even in Kyoto, the price of rice is only ten copper coins.

This price is already a sky-high price.

The old farmer smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If I could collect ten dollars, I could still add some new clothes to the children in my family in the year."

Yuan Baoer's expression changed slightly.

The old farmer once said that a qualified green stem may not be able to spend a bucket of one acre. By this calculation, more than ten acres of land may make the family slightly more abundant.

Thinking about the sky-high prices in Kyoto, her face looked a little ugly.

"Who took away that rice?"

"The big man in the town," the old farmer didn't know who those people were. In his identity, he just saw everyone.

Yuan Baoer looked at the captain, then asked about the public security here and the county magistrate.

The old man suddenly became alert.

"Who are you?"

Yuan Baoer wanted to explain, but the captain took out the token and said, "The superiors do things and answer them if you ask."

At this time, he had a stern face, cold and majestic attitude, which scared the old man so much that he shivered.

"Master, ask," he said tremblingly.

Yuan Baoer didn't want to scare him, so she said softly: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, we just come down and ask."

Yuan Baoer pointed to the vast fields around him, "When our family heard that the superiors here have a very good reputation for the inferiority of the rule, they asked us to come and learn from the scriptures."

"This is a matter between them. You don't have to be afraid, you can't be involved with you."

That being said, the old man refused to speak again.

Seeing that they couldn't find out anything, the two had to say goodbye to the old man.

Only when Yuan Baoer's face calmed down until he was far away from the old farmer.

“Go to town.”

The captain immediately asked her to get in the car and took her straight to the distance.

The town is not far from Dongzhuang and arrives before noon.

Because it was approaching the meal and the food was full of the fragrance, Yuan Baoer and the captain chose a lively canteen nearby to sit in.

The captain wanted to go to the wing room, but Yuan Baoer wanted to listen to the things in the town and sat in the corner of the lobby.

Everyone was discussing the current situation, and Yuan Baoer lowered her eyes and listened to everyone's disagreement.

After dinner, she summarized it out, that is, everyone hopes that the war will sank, but also hopes that the rebels will be safe, because they empathize with everything the rebels suffered.

After leaving the canteen, Yuan Baoer remained silent.

The captain glanced at her carefully and said, "Those people are talking nonsense, so there is no need to take it to their hearts."
Chapter completed!