I Have a Mythical Tree

The harvest season in Taicang's fields passed slowly, and all the grain had been harvested by the hardworking people in Taicang, and transported to the nine huge granaries next to the royal court.

These nine granaries have a history of a hundred years, and the grain harvested in each ripening period has to go through here.

And the current third ripening period has a very special meaning for Tai Cang, because this is the last season of harvesting grain this year, and the end of the boundless wilderness will come in two months.

After two months of silence, the three suns rise again, the earth recovers, and after the people sprinkle the seeds again, there will be another harvest season two months later.

This means that six months after the third ripening period, the harvest of Tai Cang has entered a period of stagnation, and no grain has been put into storage.

The people of Taicang have to spend these six months with difficulty.

"The grain production in the third ripening period will decrease without warning, which is unexpected by everyone." In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Gu Shu was playing: "There are still fifty-nine days, and the death of the sun is coming, the farmer The government has already worked with the various departments to calculate the food quota for the people of Tai Cang for the next six months..."

Before he finished speaking, a minister came out, pointed at Dr. Nong and cursed: "Your Nongshi's House has not noticed any signs of grain production reduction. Now that the harvest is so poor, what you came up with Is the remedy to cut the rations of the people?"

Among the officials, a few more voiced their voices and jointly held the Nongshi Mansion accountable.

Gu Shu's face was extremely ugly. Seeing so many ministers questioning him, he couldn't help arguing: "A dozen colleagues from the Agricultural Master's Office have been observing the fields day and night. There is nothing wrong with the Taicang Field, but the food that grows is just It is much less than in previous years, so what can I do in the Farmer's Mansion?"

"In the final analysis, you, the agricultural doctor, have neglected your duties! No reason can be found to prove that your agricultural attainments are insufficient!"

When Gu Shu heard that someone questioned what he was most proud of, he immediately became furious. Just as he was about to refute, Ji Xia, who was lazily sitting on the throne, said slowly: "Now Tai, Cang Er How much grain is stored in the fourteen granaries in the city?"

Gu Shu replied, "About forty-eight million catties."

Ji Xia frowned and said, "More than 600,000 people only have 48 million catties of grain, and they have to persist for half a year. That means that each person only has a daily quota of three or two?"

The boundless wilderness is not comparable to the earth. The people of Taicang basically do not have any other food except food. If it is a child, it is all right. If an adult only eats three taels of rice every day, how can they survive?

Moreover, the food in Taicang is not strictly balanced. The salaries of officials and the diet of the army will consume a lot of food, leaving less and less for the people of Taicang.

Dr. Nong heard Ji Xia's words, and said in shame: "The Nongshi's House is ashamed of Tai Cang."

The words of his voluntary confession immediately triggered a new round of accusations from the officials. Ji Xia waved his hand and said, "What's the arguing? If you don't want to solve the problem, what's the use of arguing here?"

He stood up first: "Come on, let's go to the granary."

Many people in the Taicang granary are busy. They are busy processing the newly harvested grain, packing it in bags made of strange leaves, and placing them neatly in the granary.

The head of the granary is accompanying the lord of the country and all the loyal ministers of Tai Cang, constantly introducing the composition of the granary.

Ji Xia walked in the granary filled with the smell of new grains, and the hard-working Taicang people were still working hard, as if they would not be dissatisfied because of the lack of food, nor would they slack off in their work.

Ji Xia waved his hands to keep the treasury quiet, and walked up to a middle-aged man in his forties, who was trying his best to arrange the packed grains neatly one by one.

"Uncle Clan, how does the newly harvested grain taste? You worked in the granary, you should have tasted it?" Ji Xia asked with a smile on his face.

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw a very handsome young man asking,

He grinned and said: "I haven't tasted it yet. The grain harvest in the third period of this year is not good, so this year the master treasurer did not follow the usual practice of distributing new grain to those who work in the granary. They still ate the old grain from a few months ago. Grain."

Ji Xia said worriedly: "Wang Ting neglected his duties and failed to monitor the Tai Cang's fields. The harvest this time is really bad. The people of Tai Cang will have a hard life again. I don't know how many people will die this time."

The more the middle-aged people looked at the boy in front of them, the more they felt familiar, but for a moment they couldn’t remember who the boy was, so they simply stopped thinking: “How can you blame Wang Ting? My wife also went to the field this year to take care of the grain. It is said that the officials of the Agricultural Teachers College work as hard as them every day, and they are exposed to wind and sun every day, and their food is not much better."

"The people who take care of the grain fields can still rest at night, but the high-ranking officials are stationed in the fields day and night. She even saw some high-ranking officials chewing the soil in the field every day, saying that it is to check the quality of the soil. Is there any change..."

"You can't blame Wang Ting for this situation. The officials of Wang Ting have tried their best. If there is less food, let's eat less. We who are strong eat less, and give children and the elderly more food, and we will get through it. Remember I did that once when I was young."

"There was too little food that year. My father gave all the food to my mother and me. He was afraid that we would be afraid of dying in front of us, so he walked out of Taicheng alone, waiting outside the city to die, and was afraid of dying in the dark. The corpse would scare the occasional passerby, so they buried themselves in snow, and they were not found until that day passed and the snow melted."

The middle-aged man told these stories, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, with a simple and honest smile on his face all the time, while arranging the grain bags, he told them slowly.

Ji Xia listened to the middle-aged man's words quietly, her face was calm, but her eyes were like a boulder thrown into the pool, with many ripples.

He asked, "Uncle Clan, how much food do you think you can eat every day?"

Hearing Ji Xia's words, the middle-aged man waved his hands again and again: "I think your clothes are so beautiful, you should be the heir of a high official, right? We don't want to eat enough, two meals of porridge a day are enough. Anyway, the human race is the same everywhere, fate is hard!"

Ji Xia shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he asked again: "Uncle Clan, how much food can an adult who has not practiced practice eat enough?"

Seeing Ji Xia's serious expression, the middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, and after thinking for a while, he hesitated and said, "I'll tell you the truth, I haven't eaten enough in my life. An adult man has a big appetite. If you eat until you are full, you should eat a full catty of grain every day, right? It’s not sure, maybe eight taels is enough.”

After speaking, he grinned again, as if laughing at himself for dreaming.

Ji Xia took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Clan, do you believe that you will have enough to eat one day?"

The middle-aged man was probably annoyed by the question, he waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the place where the grain was bagged, and the voice came: "Life is long, there will always be one or two times when I am full, it is useless for me to eat too much. It’s enough for everyone to eat enough.”

Ji Xia watched the middle-aged man get busy again from a distance, stood there in meditation for a long time, and then slowly walked out of the granary.

The ministers behind him may have seen that Ji Xia was in a low mood, but they just hung at a distance, not daring to approach him.

Outside the granary, the sun was shining brightly. Ji Xia looked at the busy Taicang people with happy faces, and cursed in his heart: "There is not much food here that belongs to you. What are you so stupidly happy about?"

He glared at the three suns above his head fiercely, and then looked at his lovely subjects again: "I don't believe that you can't be full even with cheats! I'll let you laugh your ass off then!"