Prince Fusu also frowned after hearing this, as the power of the locust plague was extraordinary.
Even Zhang Han was killed because of the sudden locust plague.
If there were problems in the reconciliation of financial processing, he would be implicated and demoted to the frontier with him.
After coming back to his senses, Prince Fusu continued to ask: "Old man, what do you usually grow?"
The old man told the story without hesitation, "We usually grow some vegetables such as beans, radishes and cabbages. But the yield of these crops is not high and it is difficult to meet our living needs."
"But during the locust plague, some of the beans we planted were not affected by the plague..."
Prince Fusu was surprised and remembered the difference.
Prince Fusu pondered for a moment, "Old man, have you ever tried to grow some wheat and rice?"
"We haven't tried growing wheat and rice here yet, and the seeds for these two crops are expensive..."
Prince Fusu nodded to show his understanding. The people of Qian had limited food reserves, so how could they have the energy to try other seeds?
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"Let's go and have a look at the cultivated fields first."
The old man quickly responded, "Okay, please follow me." As he said that, he brought Prince Fusu and Zhang Han to a field near the village.
Prince Fusu looked at the wasteland in front of him and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.
This used to be a fertile farmland, but now it is barren due to a locust plague.
At this time, the old man suddenly remembered something and said to Prince Fusu: "Please wait a moment, I need to bring some farm tools."
After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.
After a while, the old man came out with a few hoes and shovels. He handed the farm tools to the two and said with a smile: "These are the tools we usually use to farm."
Prince Fusu took the farm tools and tried to dig a few times.
The immortal said that it is very important to make farm tools. Now all the farm tools in Daqin are made of iron.
But it is still too slow to use.
"Uncle, how do you irrigate normally?"
The old man picked up the wooden bucket beside the field and said, "We all carry water from the Yellow River for irrigation. But if it is the rainy season, the Yellow River water will overflow into the fields, which will make things much easier."
Prince Fusu didn't expect that the water source here was so convenient. If there were good seeds, the locust plague problem could be solved.
There will be no more food shortage in the border areas.
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After the field investigation, Prince Fusu came back from the fields and was surrounded by a dense crowd of people before he could even take a few steps.
Just when he was puzzled, a voice came from the crowd: "Sir, I brought this from home. Please help us give it to the immortal!"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man. Although he was thin, his face was filled with a satisfied smile.
Especially the pheasant that was still flapping its wings in his hand was extremely conspicuous.
Pheasants can fly and are particularly difficult to catch before winter arrives.
Prince Fusu didn't expect that he didn't leave it for himself, "Your food is also hard-earned..."
Before Prince Fusu could finish his words of consolation, he was interrupted by someone, "Sir, we only gave what we can give. Compared to these, the immortal saved my life!"
"Yes, it was because of the medicine given by the immortal that I didn't die from Qirifeng. If it weren't for the immortal, how could I go back to visit my relatives..."
"Yes, yes. If it weren't for the Immortal, I would have died on the battlefield from hunger."
Others also responded in unison.
Then they all took out the gifts they had prepared.
Some were a few eggs, some were a basket of wild vegetables.
Some are exquisite statues of immortals.
As they stuffed the cakes into Prince Fusu's hands, they said, "And mine... this is the cake my mother made, it's our offering to the immortal..."
"And mine, I brought eggs from home..."
Looking at the mountain of tribute in front of him, Prince Fusu was filled with emotion.
He knew that these were people's respect for the immortals, but at the same time he also felt the difficulties of ordinary people's lives.
However, faced with such an enthusiastic crowd, he really couldn't bear to refuse.
So he had no choice but to ask the soldiers to take all the things they needed.
"I can give the things you need to the immortal, but you should take the food back... The immortal will not let you offer it to him on an empty stomach..."
Hearing this, the people who had taken the food looked at each other and gave up the idea of continuing to send food.
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The deputy general didn't expect that his wife would suddenly come to the barracks to find him.
"Saburo."
The deputy general looked surprised, "Why are you here?"
"I heard that everyone came to give tribute to the immortal. This is the cloth I wove, and I'm giving it to the immortal..."
"Also, I made this sachet. I heard that the fairy is a female fairy. Maybe she likes this kind of jewelry more."
The deputy general was confused as he listened to his wife talking for a long time before he realized, "Are these all tributes to the immortal?"
"Yes, the immortal has given us food and medicine, so we have to show our appreciation... I just hope the immortal can continue to bless us..."
She didn't say what she wanted to bless, but the deputy general suddenly understood.
His wife was worried that he would be in danger on the battlefield...
"Don't worry, the immortal will feel our sincerity." As the deputy general said this, he took out a string of Qin Banliang from his arms and secretly stuffed it into her sleeve.
"It's time to get busy with winter planting again. You won't be able to go home for a while... Take care of yourself."
"Sanlang..."
The deputy general couldn't stay any longer, so after a few words, he returned to the barracks with the things his wife had brought him.
He happened to meet Prince Fusu.
Prince Fusu's clothes were a little wrinkled, as if he had just experienced some crowded scene.
Behind him were several soldiers pushing wooden carts filled with gifts sent by nearby villagers and soldiers from the barracks.
There was everything in the car, and it was obvious that the harvest was very fruitful.
"General, do you think the immortals will dislike our offerings?" Zhang Han looked at the tributes with some worry.
Meng Tian sighed and continued, "Prince Fusu used all his private property before. This time, no matter what, we cannot let Prince Fusu bleed again."
Meng Tian has experienced a lot of things and is more open-minded than them.
Hearing this, several other generals also nodded.
Prince Fusu interrupted and said, "What Fusu did was just like the common people, he just gave out what he could."
"Sir, what are you going to do with these things?"
Prince Fusu pondered for a moment, thinking of what the immortal had said before, "Put them all in the box. If the immortal receives it, he will naturally take it away..."
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Compared to Fusu, he got up very early.
Li Rongrong was in a daze the whole night and didn't sleep well until dawn.
However, not long after, a shrill cell phone ring woke her up from her sleep.
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