Western Han Dynasty
Prime Minister Xiao He sighed deeply, "A yield of ten thousand catties per mu! If the Han Dynasty had this magical seed, the people would never suffer from hunger again."
Zhang Liang, Marquis of Liu: "Since there are such crops in that world, perhaps there are also crops called 'sweet potatoes' in our world, but we just haven't discovered them yet."
Liu Bang: "Hahaha! This is not easy! I will send people to look for it right now. As long as they find the divine seed, my Han Dynasty can continue for a hundred generations!"
【Late Eastern Han Dynasty】
Land annexation became increasingly serious, local tyrants established their own regimes, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, and the world was in chaos.
The displaced, emaciated people stared up at the sky in a daze, their eyes full of longing and their stomachs rumbling.
At this time, the picture has turned into a scene of harvest. The red lumps of earth have piled up into small hills, and the joy of harvest is everywhere between the ridges.
"What a great harvest! If we could grow even just one acre of sweet potatoes, our whole family wouldn't go hungry."
"But we don't have any land anymore. Even if we have divine seeds, what can we plant with them?"
"Let's go join the Yellow Turban Army. I heard that if you drink the talisman water of the Great Sage Master, you won't get sick or go hungry."
【Late Ming Dynasty】
The fourteenth year of Chongzhen.
There was a great famine that year and people ate each other.
Lü Weiqi, the Nanjing Minister of War, sent a letter to Prince Fu: "Three years of famine, unprecedented in history. Villages and towns have been completely emptied of people by starvation, and cities are being slaughtered for food."
There was no grass growing on the vast land. The bare soil had been eaten up by the hungry people, but there were still starving people everywhere. There was no sign of life to be seen.
The hungry and weak people were alert to their own kind while staring straight at the sky, a little light appearing in their numb and dead eyes.
Some people used up their last bit of strength, knelt down and kowtowed to pray to the sky.
"Please, Bodhisattva, please show your power...save us..."
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