Zhang Hubing snorted and pushed Zhao Heigou away. "If you dare to say that again, I'll kill you."

Zhang Xiaojun suddenly said, "Zhao Heigou, don't forget that it was you who told everyone to flee the famine. If you hadn't kept saying that they would starve to death if they stayed in the village, I think many people wouldn't want to leave. You are the culprit. You are the one who killed so many villagers."

Zhang Xiaojun's words stunned everyone.

In one sentence, the villagers who returned to the village pointed their anger at Zhao Heigou.

Yes, it was Zhao Heigou who was shouting in the village that he couldn't survive in the village anymore and wanted to escape the famine. He also said that we should all go together, as it would be safer with more people.

The eyes of the villagers who returned looked at Zhao Heigou with some changes.

Zhao Heigou also felt a chill down his spine as he was looked at.

Zhao Guoliang didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he quickly asked the villagers who had returned to go home.

These people had nothing at home, so Zhao Guoliang organized the villagers to donate some food to them as an emergency measure.

They were all villagers, and seeing that the millet in the fields was about to be harvested, many villagers took out some things.

Those who left returned home with a pang of sadness and regret. If they had listened to the headman and waited one more day, they would not have suffered this.

The more these people thought about it, the more they felt that what Zhang Xiaobing said was right. It was all Zhao Heigou's fault. If Zhao Heigou hadn't been instigating them, they wouldn't have left the village so early.

Zhang Hulan's home.

Zhang Hubing said to Zhang Hulan, "Zhang Hulan, the people who went out to escape famine are back, and Zhao Heigou will bite you as soon as he comes back.

He actually asked me why I didn't tell them earlier that there was something edible on the mountain. I wanted to beat him up. I warned him that if he dared to say that again, I would kill him.

Zhang Hubing wanted to show off in front of Zhang Hulan. He was standing up for Zhang Hulan. Shouldn't Zhang Hulan show some appreciation by treating him to a meal?

Zhang Xiaojun also spoke up: "Auntie, I told those who came back that it was Zhao Heigou who told them to flee the famine, and the village head advised them to wait a little longer, but it was Zhao Heigou who insisted on leaving immediately. The way those who came back looked at Zhao Heigou changed."

Zhang Hulan smiled and touched Zhang Xiaojun's head, praising him: "Xiaojun is really smart, better than your second uncle."

Zhang Xiaojun said: "It's his fault in the first place. If he hadn't caused trouble, the villagers probably wouldn't have left, and so many people wouldn't have died outside."

Zhang Hulan asked in surprise: "A lot of people died?"

"Yes, many died. Only about a hundred people returned. They said they often fought with people from other villages who fled famine for food on the road, and many people died. Some others got separated, and we don't know if they can come back."

Zhang Hulan sighed in her heart. Although she had no friendship or affection with those villagers, she had met them several times. She felt very sorry that so many people could not come back. They were all living people, and they were gone just like that.

After returning, the villagers who fled famine gradually settled down. They were able to harvest some grain from the fields, and they felt at ease.

In the next few days, some rumors spread in the village, and everyone blamed Zhao Heigou, saying that Zhao Heigou had done a lot of harm to people and caused them to suffer so much outside.

Zhao Heigou was very angry when he heard these rumors, but he didn't dare to go to the villagers to refute them. Now everyone in the village was dissatisfied with him, and if he dared to speak out, he would probably be beaten.

Moreover, Zhao Guoliang also warned him that if he said anything nonsense in the village again, Zhao Guoliang would personally drive him out of the village, even though they both had the surname Zhao and were cousins.

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The weather was very good in the next few days, and the villagers began to sharpen their sickles and go to the fields to harvest the millet.

Zhao Guoliang often went to check on the millet in the fields these days. The millet in the fields was sparse, with only half of the previous harvest at most, and only one-third in some cases.

However, the villagers are very satisfied with this. It is a great harvest to have such a harvest.

Zhao Guoliang looked at the rice in the field with a frown on his face. He was thinking further ahead.

We should not have to pay grain tax this year, but even so, the millet in the fields will hardly survive until next summer harvest, and the second half of the year will be equally difficult.

Zhang Hulan also often goes to the fields to check on the rice. She also thinks that the villagers may not have an easy time in the second half of the year.

In spring and summer, you can go to the mountains to find food to fill your stomach, but in winter, there is nothing to fill your stomach in the mountains.

Zhang Hulan has been thinking about regenerating rice these days. She even cut some dead rice stalks to check the roots. The roots are still alive and not completely dead; if she cuts off the dead parts, they should be able to grow again.

It is only mid-August now. If we harvest a crop of regenerated rice and then plant winter wheat, it is still in time, but we need to apply more fertilizer to the fields. Or we can not plant winter wheat, wait until after the New Year to plant spring wheat, and then plant a crop of late rice, so that the rotation can be completed.

But she didn't know how to tell Zhao Guoliang, mainly because she was afraid they wouldn't believe her. If the regenerated rice didn't yield a good harvest and the winter wheat was delayed, the villagers would definitely blame her.

She has good intentions and is willing to do good things, but the premise is that it does not affect herself.

For these villagers who have not received much education and do not understand any profound principles, if you help them, they may remember it and be grateful to you.

But you had good intentions, but things didn't work out well in the end, and you might have caused them some losses; then they might not care that you did it in the first place because you wanted to help them, they only know that the result was not in their favor, and they will blame you.

Zhang Hulan thought about it for a few days and finally decided to find Wu Deyong to talk about the regenerated rice.

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