"Is this land the matter?" Huang Junming and his few people walked to this unique farmland and just looked at it, and then asked in his heart.

Huang Junming didn't think this land was too different in the distance, but now when he came to this place, he was very surprised. The difference between this and the land where the young man was himself was not so small.

The young man's own field, which was eroded by locust eggs, was dry and hard, and was covered with cracked lines. If he looked carefully, he was densely covered with locust eggs under the cracked land. If he was not prepared to touch these insect eggs with his eyes, it would be a big surprise. Although this land looked dry, it was very loose, and there was no sign of the soil being lumped and dried and hard. Huang Junming leaned over and grabbed it. The soil was not rough and there was not even half of the insect eggs. This made Huang Junming have some questions.

It is to make the two adjacent plots of land that are not far away so different. One piece of worm eggs is dense, the soil is hard, and the other piece of soil is delicate and loose and soft. As long as the seeds are planted, water can be sown.

"Master, don't think about it. This place is the land of a famous and wealthy family in our village. He has many chickens and ducks, and he digs all over the land in a few days. I heard that his family has planted it!" The young man seemed to see Huang Junming's question, kicked the soil in the fields with his feet, and said with a little sourness.

When Huang Junming heard this explanation, he didn't say much. The inequality between the rich and the poor is something that has not been solved for thousands of years. The wealthy family can afford more poultry, and more poultry can protect their own land to the greatest extent. Although the land is cleaned up, sowing will be postponed, but there will be a little harvest, right? Especially in the year of disaster, every grain of food is precious.

Like a young man, he is unable to raise poultry, cannot protect the farmland from locusts, and cannot sow seeds. He can only eat his capital in the year of disaster, and in the end he has nothing to do, and even has to pay some more.

"If we gather the poultry of each household and clean up a piece of field for farming, can we get a part of the profit?" Huang Junming murmured to himself as he looked at the fields full of holes in front of him.

Huang Junming's voice was not loud. The boy standing beside Huang Junming just heard such a few words. He seemed to be talking about a way to get profits. He hurriedly asked Master Dao, "You said?"

Huang Junming glanced at the young man deeply and said helplessly. "No, thank you for leading the way today. I am going back to the mountain. You can take this little money first, just think that it was my butt who occupied your expenses."

Huang Junming said while taking out a few copper coins from his body and handing them to the boy. Some things cannot be solved by thinking about them. Huang Junming just muttered what he thought about, and there were still big omissions when he thought about it carefully. For example, if the poultry was borrowed from the homes of various farmers, who would take care of it? Who would determine the death or injury? Besides, every family had poultry, so when cleaning the worm eggs in the fields, who would start with the land of whose land? It would be too late for spring plowing. The earlier the remaining days were planted, the more secure the life in the second half of the year. This is obviously a matter of distribution order. But it is related to people's hearts and lives, and who can guarantee that there will be no chaos?

As soon as the locust plague came, the Tang Dynasty was already in chaos, and some chaos would occur. I am afraid that deep scars would be engraved in the history of the Tang Dynasty. Whether it was for the people who had just stabilized from the war or the prestige of the Tang Dynasty's government.

After experiencing the locust plague, Huang Junming became even more aware of doing things. Perhaps it could be said that he learned from his mistakes.

But Huang Junming thought of this, it was actually no longer considered an idea under this disaster. After all, he could have more than a little bit of land and he would starve to death. As for coordination, it would be a headache for the government! Huang Junming was just like Huang Guan, and it was just the right thing to recite "Huang Ting" silently.

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"Yanlin, has the government counted the losses of the locust plague?" Since Huang Junming's inspection of the disaster, his mood suddenly became much lower, and he became even more unsteady. Some information about the outside world was heard from the mouth of Ge Yanlin, the chief disciple.

From the outbreak of the locust plague, to the regulation of the government, to the spread of locusts, the people's lives were in vain, and the subsequent government relief, the opening of warehouses and grain distribution of the Taoist temples led by the Tianxian Palace and the initiating the self-rescue of the people. All of them were heard from the disciple's mouth.

Huang Junming's expression also changed from the initial worry and loss, and became a little bit more brilliant.

"Master, the government has concluded the statistics. This locust plague covers four roads and six prefectures in the entire territory. The most severely affected Hedong Road is basically affected by the locust plague. So the county governments in various places put cabins in time, and the palaces and temples in various places open porridge shops to charity the people. It is relatively rare to starve to death. Other roads, prefectures, have also overcome difficulties with the various measures of the local county government and the help of our Xuanmen people..." Ge Yanlin stood in front of Huang Junming with a stern look and said. Huang Junming, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, frowned frequently.

"Enough!" Huang Junming waved his hand and seemed a little impatient. "Yanlin, you can speak official words at the time! What you need is a specific number of disasters! You only need to tell me now that people starved to death due to the locust plague! How many people are there? How many ** ions are displaced? Displaced!"

"This..." Ge Yanlin looked at Huang Junming who was slightly angry and opened his mouth slightly hesitantly. Huang Junming, the master, was obviously a little obsessed now.

Huang Junming suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Ge Yanlin's eyes. "Say! Is it your teacher? The Tang Dynasty has no statistics on the specific damages!"

Ge Yanlin suppressed the trace of worry and uneasiness in his heart and spoke up that more than 6,400 people were starved to death due to locust plague. More than 2,000 refugees were also hungry!"

"Oh." Huang Junming replied faintly, closed his eyes again, waved his hand to signal Ge Yanlin to retreat. A kind of helplessness was clearly revealed under those eyes.

"Master, if you hadn't reminded you that there would be a locust plague this year, if you hadn't proposed a way to deal with the emperor, improve the farming model, and finally let the people deal with the fields for planting in a centralized manner, the number of people affected this year would have been more, and you wouldn't have to..." Ge Yanlin looked at Huang Junming, who was depressed, and quickly persuaded him.

"Go out!" Huang Junming scolded impatiently.

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Chapter completed!