Chapter 36 Where is my potatoes?

"You and your aunt work hard, isn't it difficult to have a younger brother for me?"

When Yun Zhao remembered that he had become the target of public criticism, he was extremely scared.

"Your aunt wants to have a boy until she dies."

"Ah? My aunt is gone?"

"Yes, poor woman, gave birth to three girls and lived one..."

"Marry again...ah——"

Before Yun Zhao could finish his words, his body was kicked into the flower bed.

The roses in the flower bed were blooming brightly, and the hard thorns on the branches were sharp. Yun Zhao was taken out of the flower bed with a smile. After pulling it clean, he slapped Yun Zhao's butt and said, "Good! If this continues, your sixth uncle will really treat you as his own son.

I have told the eldest lady that you don’t have to worry about the Yin clan. As long as you get along well with your sixth uncle, you are a blood relative. At that time, everything will belong to you, and she will never listen!"

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "I really like Uncle Six."

Uncle Fu looked at Yun Zhao and laughed: "Yes, that's it, that's it, that's it. You are not a little better than your father."

"I really like Uncle Six!"

Uncle Fu smiled even more violently, but his eyes that were always squinting became more vivid.

Mr. Xu was very interested today. After teaching the children, he stood on a long desk and drew a picture of the Buddha.

Yun Zhao didn't know this Buddha, so he asked Mr. Xu, but Mr. Xu said that this was not the Buddha, but a sage who drew the painting method of Buddha's murals.

"Who is this sage? Confucius? It's not like it." Yun Zhao also didn't know this sage. At least, the sage with ravines on his head did not look like a person. If a person's head looked like this, it would be difficult to call him a person.

"It's not Confucius, nor Lao Zhuang, nor Yan Hui, but the appearance of my ancestors..."

Mr. Xu was a little sad.

"Why should I draw such a sage?"

"I really hope that such a sage can solve the doubts in my heart and save the upcoming troubled times.

Your husband, I was originally a disciple of Mr. Hengqu. When we were young, we made great wishes to establish our hearts for this world, to establish our destiny for the people, to carry forward our unique knowledge for the past saints, and to bring peace to all ages... Thirty years have passed, and I have not done anything, and I still have to see the building collapse and the lives of life are in ruins... but I can do nothing."

Yun Zhao was silent for a moment, rolled up the painting and hugged it in his arms and said, "Give this painting to the students!"

"You have not had a good schoolwork recently!"

"It's because I don't want to study!"

"Why are you unconscious of your studies?"

"Because I'm asking for a living first... sir."

"Will the Wild Boar Spirit tell you that life will be so difficult in the future?"

"No one can escape... half of them will die."

Mr. Xu was silent for a long time and sighed: "Who can dominate the world after Zhu Ming is finished?"

Yun Zhao smiled bitterly: "It is probably the worst ending of the worst ending."

"Oh, that's what the bandits have been in the world...Okay, this painting belongs to you."

Yun Zhao didn't understand why Mr. said that the worst outcome was to be the bandits in the world, but he immediately realized that in Mr. Nurhaci's choice, there was never the option of the whole family.

He thought that the chaos in the world was already terrifying, and that Zhu Ming's country collapsed was the ultimate he could imagine, that the devastation of life was the most terrifying thing in the world, that a powerful figure like Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne, and that literati would usher in another catastrophe... This is the ultimate that he could see and imagine in his heart.

A severe pain came from his butt, Yun Zhao's small body flew in the air for a while and landed on the ground, rubbing against the yellow soil for a full three feet away.

"You dare to get distracted when you are facing the enemy?"

Uncle Yun Meng's ugly national face appeared in front of Yun Zhao, and of course, he was raised again.

Yun Yang was about to be crushed to death by the blue bricks on his back, shouting that he wanted to support his body with his arms. One of Yunjuan's legs was lifted high, and his crotch had been torn to pieces. Queque hung weakly on one side. He had to use this leg to pull up the blue bricks on the other side of the rope to be more comfortable.

Yunshu and Yunshu are still running, and the other brothers... they all have their own miserable situations.

When Fu Uncle Fu was training, everyone could act coquettish and be lazy. Uncle robber started to take over the training... No one had a good life, so when he went home, he told his parents that his parents dared to say something more, and Uncle robber even beat his parents...

Yun Zhao hasn't shed tears for a long time. Although his mind has matured, his body is still young. Crying is not controlled by reason of intelligence, but by instinctive control.

So, when it hurts, his tears can't help falling.

Then, the pain will intensify again, because the bandits and robbers are simply inhumane!!!

The heat in Guanzhong has continued. The emergence rate of millet and millet planted on the hillside is very low. Only the seedlings in the paddy fields are still the same. It has been concluded that the harvest of autumn grain this year will not be too good.

Therefore, the stone wall at the entrance of Yun's Zhuangzi was ordered to be raised by one meter by my mother, and at the same time, it was ordered to the villagers in the Zhuangzi that this year, no grain would be collected and all the grain would be purchased by Yun's house.

No matter how much grain is collected, the Yun family’s grain warehouse is still empty, like a bottomless pit. Even if Uncle Fu transported all the grain that originally belonged to the Qian family, the grain warehouse was still empty.

Several shopkeepers of Yun's grain shops in Chang'an came to their homes. The mother met them in the atrium. No matter how these people begged, the mother still had no intention of taking out the grain to sell them.

"The summer grain has just been harvested, and the price of a load of grain is already three taels of silver."

During the meal, Yun Niang looked at her son and lamented in front of the sisters at home.

"Auntie, why not sell it for a high price?"

The tall Yunxia carefully asked out the doubts in her heart.

"The price is high? The price will be even higher next year! At that time, a load of grain can be exchanged for two girls like you!"

Yunxia immediately lowered her head, looking very afraid that the aunt would sell her.

Yun Zhao looked at the trembling sisters and finally decided to go out to eat with his bowl. It was too depressing here.

I had a lot of happiness when I had dinner with Yun Meng and Yun Fu. At least I heard their conversation, Yun Zhao's heart was full of hope.

"Monkey Peng now knows that he is suffering a loss. He thinks that only food and livestock in our family will give him the advantage. Now, hehe... I want to buy food from my grandfather, and I don't sell it for no matter how much. When he is hungry with a pile of gold and silver, he will go to pick up the silver when he is about to die of hunger."

"You must be careful that Monk Peng is anxious to jump over the wall!"

"Jump, just wait for him to jump. The government is now staring at Weinanyuan to death and wants to get food from Weinanyuan. At this time, the government is just going to attack him.

Our family is now full of people who farm, without robbers, and the eldest lady even has to pay all the taxes this year. A Yun family farm has thousands of acres of land and a fame of his ancestors. How much can we pay?"

Uncle Fu smiled and put down his bowl of rice and said, "Have the surplus grain from the surrounding villages entered our house?"

Yun Meng smiled and said, "I have collected all the money and silver that I have accumulated in the village over the years."

Yun Fu nodded and said, "What do you want to do for those things? If you accumulate too much, it will attract the covetousness of military households. Only food is the foundation of your life in this troubled world!"

Yun Zhao was eating and listening to the two elders talking, and was very excited. He put down his bowl and said, "We should save more food."

Yun Meng raised his hand and rubbed Yun Zhao's round head and said, "This is the truth that everyone knows, you don't need to say more."

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "Will we grow corn and potatoes in the future?"

Yun Fu frowned and said, "Corn? Potato? I haven't heard of it! Don't talk nonsense with kids. Although millet and millet are severely drought, they still have some harvest. I have never heard of these two things you said. "

When Yun Zhao heard Uncle Fu say this, he smiled slightly. It is very suitable for planting these two things on the yellow soil, especially potatoes. As long as the seeds are found, Yun Zhao feels that the problem of famine may be greatly alleviated.
Chapter completed!