Chapter 216 How can gods understand the sufferings of the world?
Yang Xiangwei hid in the dark, watching everything that happened in the village with a smile on her face, and was very happy.
Someone’s coming again!
With people there is labor, and the crops in the fields can be harvested!
After the crops were harvested, there would be food to pay the group of "hired workers", and He could finally build the mountain temple in Lanwa Town.
Without the Mountain God Temple, He could not enter Lanwa Town. With the Mountain God Temple, He would have hope of taking over the entire Lanwa Town.
Yang Xiangwei's ambition is expanding infinitely.
"Lord Mountain God..."
When Yang Xiangwei heard Xu Runiang's call, she went to the mountain temple without hesitation.
Xu Runiang was also very happy to see Him, and immediately reported to Him the recruitment of this group of refugees.
By the way, he revealed to Him the information revealed by Liang Sui.
Yang Xiangwei frowned slightly: "Is there such a thing?"
He knew that things were not peaceful outside, but if the disaster was not just caused by natural disasters, it would be too difficult for the common people who were suffering.
It’s a pity that He can’t get out now and He is powerless.
"He doesn't know the specific situation. There should be some refugees who know something about it, but they have just arrived here, so I'm afraid they won't be able to find out in a short time."
"Then be more patient and find out slowly. If you can find out, that's good. If you can't, we should be more prepared."
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After taking a shower, the refugees felt refreshed and walked out of the makeshift changing shed with brisk steps.
Before they even got close to the dining tent, the sweet aroma filled their noses, making their stomachs churn.
As soon as I entered the dining tent, I saw the table filled with steaming sweet potato rice and sweet potato leaf soup.
In the hot steam, everyone's eyes lit up and they couldn't wait to sit around the table.
A young man couldn't hold back any longer, so he reached out and picked up a bowl of sweet potato rice, taking a deep breath: "It smells so good!"
He was surprised when he took a bite.
Is there sugar in this? Why is it so sweet? !
Not only him, many people around him were surprised: "Is there sugar in it? So much sugar?!"
"It doesn't seem to be this. It seems to be the small red and yellow cubes on top. Look..." A person picked up a piece of diced sweet potato and said, "This is it. It's sweet and soft. It's delicious."
After hearing what they said, everyone finally reacted.
It turns out that it was not sugar that was added, but this!
This is so delicious!
At this time, Xu Runiang came in and asked everyone with a smile how the meal was.
One of the refugees couldn't help but ask, "Girl, what is this delicious meal made of?"
Xu Runiang patiently explained: "This is the crop I showed you before, called sweet potato. We eat the tubers buried underground, and what you see are the leaves. The leaves can also be used to make soup, and they are very nutritious."
Everyone suddenly realized and was surprised and happy.
An old man put down his bowl and chopsticks and said with emotion: "I thought the green leaves were just wild vegetables, but I didn't expect there was something so delicious hidden underneath."
Xu Runiang went on to say: "The benefits of this sweet potato are not only that it tastes good, but also that its yield is very high."
As she spoke, she told the per-acre yield of sweet potatoes.
As soon as these words were spoken, the dining tent fell silent. Everyone was stunned, with shock written all over their faces.
It took a long time before someone came to their senses.
"Girl, are you serious? Such a high yield?" A middle-aged man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Xu Runiang nodded affirmatively: "Of course it's true. Sweet potatoes are drought-resistant and resistant to barrenness. They are easy to grow and the yield is much higher than the crops we grew before."
The crowd immediately exploded with excitement, and everyone started discussing the matter.
"God, if I had known about this thing earlier, I wouldn't have been hungry so many times over the years."
"Yes, if we plant this in our hometown, we won't have to worry about having no food to eat in the future."
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Xu Runiang looked at the rekindled fire of hope in everyone's eyes and felt relieved. However, thinking of the characteristics of sweet potatoes, she decided to make her point clear.
She cleared her throat and raised her voice, "Don't be too happy, everyone. Although sweet potatoes have many benefits, they also have disadvantages. The mountain god once mentioned that if you only eat sweet potatoes, you will easily get heartburn, so you can't just eat sweet potatoes, you have to eat them with other things."
In the originally bustling dining tent, when everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
A strong young man smiled and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Girl, don't worry about it. People are almost starving to death, who cares if they have heartburn or not! Heartburn is also life-saving food, as long as it can fill the stomach!"
An old man with gray hair beside him also nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, in order not to starve to death, I have suffered all kinds of hardships over the years. I have even swallowed Guanyin soil. What's the big deal about this little bit of heartburn! As long as I can eat my fill, it's a blessing."
A refugee woman gently patted the young child beside her, her eyes full of love and determination: "Baby, as long as we have sweet potatoes to eat, we will be satisfied. Even if you have heartburn, just bear with it and it will pass."
The child nodded as if he understood, and held the sweet potato rice tightly in his hand, as if it was the most precious treasure.
Xu Runiang looked at everyone's reactions and was not surprised at all.
How can gods understand the sufferings of the world?
During those years of famine, having food to fill one’s stomach was such a luxury that people’s cherishment and desire for sweet potatoes had long surpassed their worries about physical discomfort.
"If anyone has heartburn, come to me. The village has a way to relieve it."
Xu Runiang said seriously, "If conditions improve in the future, we can eat it together with other food, and we can live better and better."
Everyone responded with simple smiles on their faces.
In their hearts, as long as they have these sweet potatoes, they have the confidence to survive.
But there are so many of them, can the village really accommodate so many people? Don't discard them after the crops are harvested.
A refugee stood up quickly and asked anxiously, "Miss Xu, what are you going to do with us in the future? We are strong and can do any work, but please don't drive us out of the village. It doesn't matter if we eat less, as long as we can survive the disaster, we will definitely repay you in the future."
As he spoke, he patted his chest vigorously to show his physical strength.
Others echoed and expressed their concerns: "Yes, yes, Miss Xu, we don't want to go out and suffer from hunger and cold again."
"As long as we can stay, we can do anything."
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Xu Runiang looked at everyone's anxious expressions and quickly smiled and comforted them, "Don't worry, everyone. As long as you are willing to work hard, this village is your home and no one will chase you away. As for the sweet potato field we saw before, the harvest season is coming soon. Harvesting the crops, drying them, and storing them will be enough to keep you busy for a while."
Hearing this, the refugees all breathed a sigh of relief, and some of them had already started thinking about harvesting the crops.
At this time, another refugee asked curiously: "Miss Xu, what happens after the crops are harvested?"
Xu Runiang patiently explained: "We have cooperation with the neighboring village. They have opened various workshops, and each workshop is short of people. If you are good at a skill, go to the corresponding workshop. If you don't have any skills, don't be afraid, follow the masters and you will definitely learn it."
A young refugee's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "I used to work in an oil press. Do you have an oil press here?"
Xu Runiang: "It has never been opened before, but since you have worked in an oil press before, when you pass the assessment, you can apply to me to open an oil press."
"Me?" He pointed at himself, looking shocked.
"Yes! Don't you have confidence?"
He shook his head quickly: "I can't do it, I can't do it... I've only done odd jobs..."
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