I Have a Mythical Tree

　　 The harvest season in Tai Cang Tiandi slowly passed. After all the grain had been harvested by the hard-working Tai Cang people, it was transported to the nine huge granaries next to the Wang Court.

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

　　 And the current third maturity period has a very special meaning for Tai Cang, because this is the last season of harvesting food this year, and the boundless savage sun will arrive in two months.

　　 After two months of solar silence, three suns rose again and the earth recovered. After the people re-sprinkled seeds, the next two months were another harvest season.

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

　　 Tai Cangzi people, have to spend these six months hard.

"The reduction in grain production in the third maturity period without warning is something that everyone has never expected." In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Gu Shu is doing something: "There are still fifty-nine days, and the sun will come, the farmer. The government has worked with all major functions to calculate the food quota for the Taizang people for the next six months..."

Before he finished speaking, a minister came out and pointed at Dr. Agriculture. He said, "Your farmer’s mansion has not noticed any signs of a reduction in grain production. Now that the harvest is so bad, what you have come up with Is the remedy to cut the rations of the people?"

　　 Among the officials, several more spoke out, and they were jointly accountable to the Farmer's Office.

Gu Shu's face was extremely ugly. He saw so many ministers questioning him, he couldn't help but argue with his neck: "A dozen colleagues in the Farmer's Mansion are observing the fields day and night. There is no problem with the fields at all, but the food that grows is just It’s much less than in previous years, so what can I do in the Farmer's House?"

　　 "In the final analysis, you, a doctor of agriculture, are negligent! No reason can be found to prove that you are inadequate in agriculture!"

When Gu Shu heard someone questioning what he was most proud of, he was furious. He was about to refute, only to listen to Ji Xia, who was sitting lazily on the throne, and slowly said: "Now Tai, Cang Er How much grain is stored in the 14 granaries in the city?"

　　 Gu Shu replied: "About 48 million catties."

　　 Ji Xia frowned and said: "More than 600,000 people, only 48 million catties of grain, and still have to insist on half a year, that means that each person only has a quota of about three or two per day?"

　　 The boundless wilderness is not comparable to the earth. In addition to food, the Taizang people basically have no other food. If it is a child, if an adult only eats three or two rice a day, how can it be sustained?

　　 Moreover, Tai Cang’s food is not strictly averaged. The salaries of officials and the army’s diet will consume a lot of food, leaving less and less for Tai Cang people.

　　Dr. Nong heard Ji Xia's words and said in shame: "The Nongshi Mansion is ashamed of it."

　　 His words of proactive confession immediately triggered a new round of accusations from Baiguan. Ji Xia waved her hand and said, "What is it noisy? I don't want to solve the problem. What is the use of noisy here?"

　　 He stood up first: "Go, go to the granary and have a look."

　　 Many people in the granary of Tai Cang are busy. After processing the newly harvested grain, they pack it in a bag made of strange leaves and place it neatly in the granary.

　　 The granary palm storehouse is accompanying the lord of the country and a group of loyal officials, constantly introducing the composition of the granary.

　　 Jixia walks in the granary full of new grains and fragrances, and the hard-working Taizang people are still working hard, as if they will not be dissatisfied with the lack of food, and will not slacken their work.

　　 Ji Xia waved his hand to quiet the palm library, and walked to a middle-aged man who was about 40 years old. He was trying to put the packed grains neatly in bags.

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

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw that it was a long, very good-looking teenager who asked, and grinned: "I haven't tasted it yet. The third crop of this year's grain harvest is not good, so this year Lord Palmer did not follow the usual practice of previous years. , To distribute new grain to those who work in the granary, and they eat the old grain from a few months ago."

　　 Ji Xia said anxiously: "Wang Ting neglected his duty and did not supervise the land. The harvest is really poor this time. The people of Tai Cang will have a hard time again. I don't know how many people will die this time."

The more middle-aged people looked at the young man in front of them, the more familiar they became, but for a while, they couldn’t remember who the young man was. He simply stopped thinking, “How can I blame the Wang Court? My wife also went to the fields to take care of food this year. Come back with me. Said that the senior officials of the Agricultural Teachers College work as hard as them every day, the wind and the sun are blowing every day, and the food is not much better."

"The people who take care of the grain fields can rest at night, but the high officials are stationed in the fields day and night. She even sees some high officials chewing the soil in their mouths every day, saying that they are looking at the soil quality. Is there any change..."

"We can't blame the Wang Ting for this situation. The high officials of the Wang Ting have tried their best. If we have less food, we should eat less food. If we have a strong body, we can eat less and give more food to children and the elderly. When I was young, I lived like this once."

"That year there was too little food. My father gave all the food to me and my mother. He was afraid that we would be afraid of dying in front of us. So he walked out of Taicheng alone and waited for death outside the city. He was afraid of dying in the darkness. The corpse would frighten the occasional pedestrians, so he buried himself in snow, and was not found until the snow melted when the sun was over."

　　 The middle-aged man tells this, as if he is telling a story that has nothing to do with him, always with a honest smile on his face, while he organizes the food bag, he tells it slowly.

　　 Ji Xia Jingjing listened to the words of the middle-aged man, her face calm, but her eyes were like a huge boulder in a pool, and waves appeared.

　　 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 good-looking, you should be the heir of a high official? Where do we think about eating, it is enough to have two meals a day. Anyway, the human races are the same everywhere, life is hard!"

　　 Ji Xia shook her head, her eyes were firm, and she asked, "Uncle Clan, how much food can you eat for adults who have not practiced?"

The middle-aged man saw Ji Xia’s serious expression, stopped the work in his hands, thought for a while, and then hesitated: "I’m telling you, I haven’t eaten enough in my life. A grown-up man, he has a big appetite. If you are full, you should eat a pound of grain every day? I’m not sure, maybe eight taels is enough."

　　 After speaking, he grinned again, as if laughing at himself and talking about dreams.

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

The middle-aged man Xu was annoyed by the question, waved his hand, turned to the place where the grain was bagged, and heard his voice: "My life is still long, and there will always be one or two times when I am full. Everyone in Cang has enough to eat."

　　 Ji Xia watched the middle-aged people get busy again, standing still thinking for a long time before slowly walking out of the granary.

　　 The ministers behind him may have seen that Ji Xia was in a low mood, but they were hanging far away, not daring to approach.

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

　　 He glared fiercely at the three suns above his head and looked at his lovely people again: "I don't believe that there are plug-ins that can't make you full! Let you laugh enough then!"