After saying that, Liu Xiangnan walked away.
She had done this kind of thing many times before college.
Weather is a very mysterious yet regular phenomenon: one year there's drought, the next year there's flooding. Occasionally there's a two-year lull, with good weather and harvests, but then drought and flooding return, and so on.
Whether in ancient times or modern times, farmers rely on the weather for their livelihood.
It’s just that in the past, among the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, farmers had a higher status. Now…
Farmers and migrant workers suddenly became synonymous with the bottom of society, and even became dirty words and curse words in the mouths of the rich.
It's so sad and lamentable.
After returning, Liu Xiangnan's brows were somewhat worried.
Lu Xiangbei was reviewing emails on his computer. When he saw her turn around, he took a look.
Noticing that she was frowning and looked unhappy, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did Zheng Shouze make you unhappy?"
"no."
Liu Xiangnan said seriously, "The farmland is dry, and I checked the weather forecast. There won't be any rain in the next twenty days. If this continues, City A might not have a good wheat harvest this year. It's going to be tough for the farmers. They'll work hard for a year, but they might not even be able to afford the wheat seeds and fertilizers."
In the past, people could earn some money from farming, but now they farm purely to keep their families from going hungry and to prevent the land from being left to waste.
Fertilizers are expensive, and various grain seeds are also ridiculously expensive, but the purchase price is slightly lower after the grain is ripe. If a natural disaster occurs again, not only will the fields be desolate, but the farmers' hearts will also be chilled.
Lu Xiangbei groaned, "I have a solution."
"What method?" Liu Xiangnan suddenly thought of something: "Are you going to use magic power to make rain?"
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