Farming space: fortunate petite to farm

There were more and more people along the way. Before long, the big guy came to the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

The village head sat in front of the ancestral hall, frowning and smoking a dry cigarette.

Many people ran to ask, "village head, what did you call everyone for?"

The village head frowned, "go, I'll talk later when the people arrive."

They were bored and began to gossip. The most talked about was the drought this year. Several families with poor conditions in the village had long run out of food and had to find some wild vegetables in the back mountain to live.

Everyone is sighing. How can we live.

Seeing that the open space was full of people, the village head shouted, "are you all here?"

The crowd answered, "here we are."

"Village head, you always have something to say. You have to go back to cook."

The village head knocked the cigarette bag a few times, "quiet, quiet!"

"Next, what I want to say is very important. Don't make a noise."

The crowd calmed down. The village head climbed onto a stool and waved his hand. "Villagers, this year's drought has reached this point. Everyone's life is difficult."

"What I want to tell you is that the drought is not a year this year. I'm afraid there are two more years left!"

The crowd suddenly fried the pot. "Two more years? I can't live this year. Next year, there will be a drought. The whole family will have to starve to death."

"The village head is afraid it's not nonsense. I've lived for decades and haven't seen a severe drought for three consecutive years."

Someone shouted, "village head, you said there would be another drought for two years. How did you know?"

The village head picked up the dry tobacco pole and knocked hard, "how do I know? My ancestors entrusted a dream to me!"

"Believe it or not!"

Gu Laoer showed him the heavenly book last night. It was clearly written on it. It was written in five northern counties. There was a severe drought in three years. He was also knowledgeable. He had never seen that kind of paper. It was strong, light and dense. It didn't look like something from the British Dynasty.

He and Gu Zhang agreed that the book should not be exposed this day. If the government knew about it, I'm afraid they would be arrested and sent to prison immediately.

It can only be said that ancestors dream.

"Be quiet, I haven't finished yet!" the village head shouted in a straight voice.

"Yesterday, my distant nephew came and told me that the drought was not only in our county, but also in the five surrounding counties!"

"What, so many places are affected?"

"True or false?"

Few people really know this news. The main reason is that the transportation is not developed in this era, and there is no means of communication.

Some knowledgeable people immediately thought about it in their hearts. The disaster area is large, and the food gap is large. Even if they can transport food from the south, the food price will rise!

We must hurry to collect some food.

The village head stood on the stool and shouted hoarsely, "that's the situation. Our village is fairly rich, and most people can barely fill their stomachs. I heard that several households in the next village have gone out to escape famine."

"I called everyone here today to tell you that my family and Gu's family have discussed going to the south."

"Everyone has to go together. There is also a care on the road. Otherwise, when the food is finished, you will be so hungry that you won't even have the strength to drive."

After the village head said that, they couldn't help it any more. Some shouted, "I won't go. Generations of people live here. People are far from home. There's no place for us to live outside!"

"That is, what's the good thing about escaping from famine? My grandfather escaped from famine. There are eight people in his family, four of whom are gone on the road."

The old man said stubbornly, "if I don't go, I'll die at home."