It was already setting when we returned to Zhangjiazhuang. With the departure of the Imperial Hospital team, the small village has returned to tranquility. In addition to the village guards walking around with their weapons from time to time, the entire manor is beautiful and peaceful.

Zhang Yi was very tired, very tired. After eating a few bites of food, he returned to his room with the old lady and Zhang Xiang's distressed eyes.

"Young Master, are you...Is there anything wrong?" Yunren hesitated and took a basin of face washing water and said to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked at Yunren, smiled, and said: It's okay, I'm a little sleepy today, I'll just sleep for a while!"

When Zhang Yi thought of talking to Li Er in the palace, he felt a little dizzy. He felt like he was stuffed into his mind now, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how he was.

Zhang Cang's bizarre death, Taiping Technique, Yellow Turban Strongman, Zhang's family almost destroyed... The yiji seemed to have changed into unrelated fragments and were constantly replayed, but it was really difficult to find clues that could link them from these things.

However, Zhang Yi believed that Li Er would definitely not lie on this matter, nor would hesitate to lie, so these things should be true things.

Just as I was thinking about being in a daze, my face was immediately covered by the warm and wetness.

"Young master, you said you didn't think about it. People have called you several times, but you ignored them!" Yunrenyi carefully wiped Zhang Yi's face, and pouted and complained in a low voice.

After this period of contact, from the initial fear of the nobles, then full of habits, to the various understandings of Zhang Yi, she now even had the last fear of the young master in front of her.

To be honest, she is very grateful to Zhang Yi, but after getting along with her for a long time, she undoubtedly has a strange thought, especially whenever Zhang Yi wakes up and looks at him... Yunren feels a small flame burning.

It is said that men are women's gods, and this sentence is true. Now Yunren has regarded Zhang Yi as his own, so he reads Zhang Yi very carefully.

"Is that true?" Zhang Yi looked at Yunren, and until he looked at Yunren's cheeks turned his face shyly, he smiled and said, "Young Master, of course I am thinking about things, why don't you guess what the young master is thinking now? If you guess, I will have a reward?"

The face was already shy and blushed, but when Zhang Yiyi said that Yunren couldn't stand it immediately. She turned her eyes and ran away from the door.

.........

May is like fire!

As everyone expected, manpower could not resist natural disasters after all. Even though the large-scale use of pesticides has been eliminated, the land that has been eaten by insects has become devastated ruins.

People want to have a meal. In order to survive or to live selectively, countless people who are watching the harvest this year leave their homes one after another.

Save every grain of food and hope for the spring of the coming year!

This is the simplest wish in every refugee's heart, because they don't know if the food left in their homes can still survive the next time they are in trouble after spending this year.

Porridge has started outside Chang'an City, using the method of adding grain powder and fodder provided by Zhang Yi. Although the bowl of porridge that cannot be eaten with enough food, it can definitely be a life-saving thing.

So just at the base of the city wall, as long as someone passes by, you can see many ragged people looking eagerly at the steaming iron pots under the porridge shed.

Li Shimin stood on the city wall, looking at the yiche below with a sad face.

"Your Majesty, it seems that it is exactly what we expected. The area of ​​the disaster this time has affected twenty-seven prefectures. According to the memorials submitted by the prefectures, the situation is very unoptimistic!" Fang Xuanling looked at Li Er worriedly, took out the memorial from his cuff and handed it to Li Er, and said, "This is the memorial handed over by the Sinong Temple yesterday. It was originally supposed to be presented to Your Majesty in the morning court today... The old minister and the Du Xiang discussed it, so they deducted it!"

After taking the memorial, Li Er looked at it, and his face became even more gloomy. The memorial read: The twenty-seven disaster-stricken prefectures are estimated to have less than 30% of the autumn harvest due to this locust plague!

30% of the food...it feels terrifying if you think about it!

This means that the full amount of grain has become a silence, and not only that, because if you lose 70% of the grain, then the tax this year will definitely be discounted. The most important thing is that the people who lack 70% of the grain also means that they must relocate so much food from other places to dried fruits, otherwise the tragedy of starvation for thousands of miles will be staged again.

Of course, if this result is just for Li Er, but years of natural disasters and constant provocations from foreign races, the entire Tang Dynasty can be said to be swaying in the storm. If the refugees were bewitched, it can be foreseen that a great chaos in the world will happen again.

"And there have been rumors among the people recently..." Wei Zheng looked at Li Er, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"What do you think of me?" Li Er asked.

"Say... Your Majesty is inappropriate in his throne, killing his brother, imprisoning the Supreme Emperor... This locust plague is God's punishment for you for not cultivating your virtues..."

Cheng Yaojin stood up the first time, spitting thick phlegm on the ground, cursing angrily: "Bah! Let me know that the bastard was spreading rumors there, and I chopped him alive!" Cheng Yaojin cursed and bowed to Li Er and said: "Your Majesty, it must be the guys from Shandong. Give me two thousand soldiers and I will smash these and chop them up and feed them to the dog!"

Li Er naturally knew that Cheng Yaojin was talking about those people, but he was angry at this moment but had nowhere to vent his anger.

With a strong anger, Li Er said: "Don't be angry when you know the truth. Since I don't cultivate my virtue, I will respect the heaven and earth, and it will only make my people suffer!"

Changsun Wuji also stood up at this time, and naturally had hundreds of support for Li Er. He said immediately: "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself. Natural disasters are nonsense, and those people are just disgusting Your Majesty. We have prepared this time. Although there are many places to suffer from disasters, fortunately, the pesticides were born, and I finally saved the pain of locust plague after the Tang Dynasty.

In the eyes of the old minister, as long as this crisis is overcome and reunite for several years, the Tang Dynasty may not be unable to restore its former glory! Although there are refugees at the moment, we only need to act according to the plan. After the spring begins, they will return to their hometown to cultivate!"

"Yes, this is the only way for the current plan! But the old minister also has a suggestion, it is best to divide the victims into the prefectures and counties to provide relief, to prevent accidents, and to avoid the suffering of those refugees' travel." Wei Zheng said again: "In the area north of Tongguan alone, no less than 30,000 refugees have gathered now, and other places are also gathering in 6 places. The refugees have become refugees... I'm afraid it will be a bad thing next!"
Chapter completed!