Chapter 152 152. Migration
"Then you just need to stabilize the price of food."
"I will."
Luo Wei secretly looked at the female messenger from the corner of his eyes. Perhaps because of the long journey, her skin was tanned, her facial features were regular, and her figure was also good.
"Young Master!" Su Ya coughed lightly.
"Okay, if everything is fine, then that's it. You can rest in Fulin Castle for a while." Lovi quietly withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.
"Wait a moment, Count Lovi, I have something to ask of you." The female envoy made a blocking gesture: "This is my personal suggestion. I hope you can meet the food needs of your own territory and sell the surplus food to other territories of the principality."
"I will sell some of it if the harvest is good this year." Lowe added a condition. He put his hands behind his back and walked away lazily.
He knew almost nothing about the changes in the world.
Only a few pieces of written intelligence would reach Donggang City through the caravan every week, mostly reporting the current situation of their own territory.
This year is different from previous years in that the weather is very hot, there are many more immigrants, and the crops are growing very well.
The people around him all thought that this year was a good harvest! They were always immersed in the atmosphere of joy. In Donglin City, Ai Xin looked at the people migrating from afar and fell into deep thought.
The number of refugees is increasing. In early spring, there were less than ten refugees a day at most. After entering April, the number of refugees a day has steadily exceeded twenty. In May, the number of refugees reached nearly a hundred at most. Now this group is at least more than three hundred people, and this is only today's batch, not all. Men, women, old and young, walked along the coastline under the setting sun.
The temperature at this time dropped a lot compared to noon, but it was still very hot, and most of the travelers were sweating profusely. Some people were exhausted and squatted on the roadside to take a rest.
Most of those who have not fallen behind are in good physical condition, and the majority are young and middle-aged people.
It will be much more difficult for the elderly, children and other weak people to migrate. Generally, a slow-moving team will be formed. If someone suffers from heat stroke, diarrhea, lack of physical strength, etc. on the road, once they fall behind, they will have no choice but to wait for death. "Prepare water for these people." Ai Xin said to Bai Lu.
Led by the soldiers of Donglin City, the migrants came to the nearest well, where kind people helped them draw water and provided them with free food.
Mostly they are some steamed buns and some seafood and shellfish.
We temporarily stayed in a thatched hut by the sea, laying out mats.
It's not very cold at night recently, about 20 degrees. Seawater has a certain ability to regulate temperature, so as long as it doesn't rain heavily, it's probably not a big problem.
Ai Xin looked at the setting sun falling into the mountains and forests and asked: "How is the cement firing going?"
"It's not ideal. The coal here is not hot enough, so we can only burn bricks." Bai Lu replied.
"I will go to Donggang City again, and you organize a caravan to go with me." Ai Xin planned to personally ask Lowe for advice on how to solve the problem, and by the way, send a batch of sugar to Donggang City for material exchange.
Today, Donglin City is becoming increasingly prosperous.
Salt and sugar were dumped in large quantities into neighboring towns, reaping the wealth.
Especially for white sugar, there were even caravans coming from thousands of miles away to buy it.
For example, the magic ship of the Principality, the Duke of Dafen, comes almost every half a month, and travels back and forth between Donglin City and Wanglong Port.
In addition, there is the Donghui Merchant Alliance caravan.
It is said that after obtaining authorization from Fulinbao and negotiations between the two parties, Ai Xin agreed to supply the goods at the lowest price.
As wealth continued to pour in, the lives of the citizens improved significantly. The prices of goods and livestock dropped, and the wages for work increased.
In terms of grain planting, people in Donglin City are optimistic about this year's harvest.
The sugar-making workshop has expanded again and again, and now has as many as three thousand people working in it.
Sugarcane, the raw material for making sugar, is highly valued by people. With careful cultivation, the yield per mu is stable at more than 8,000 kilograms, and at most more than 30,000 kilograms.
Everything is going in a good direction.
However, new worries will inevitably arise.
If you are too wealthy, you need to consider the issue of safety.
Now, she is the only strong person in Donglin City, and she can hardly support the city alone.
Despite the protection of Duke Dafen, Ai Xin still felt that there must be at least three strong men in Donglin City! There was no other way. This city didn't even have a city wall and lacked a sense of security.
They could only recruit more ordinary guards, equip them with sophisticated weapons, and make up for the numerical advantage.
Ai Xin sighed in frustration. He really wanted to be like his master and be a hands-off boss! It seemed that he would have to wait until winter again . The next day, the sky was bright. Ai Xin was awakened from his meditation by the white deer.
"City Lord, we can set off now! All the supplies are ready."
"So soon? Otherwise, wait a few days before leaving."
"You should go early and come back early."
"That's true."
After several consecutive heavy rains, the abnormal weather came to a temporary halt.
The scorching summer breeze suddenly became cool.
Of course, this is not a universal phenomenon.
If you look down from space, you can see that most of the rain clouds are concentrated in the border territories of the East Continent. The towns farther away are still in the hot summer with no clouds in the sky.
The earth is cracked, the rivers are dry, and the water sources are dried up.
The temperature remains above 40 degrees, which is difficult for wheat to withstand even though it is naturally drought-resistant.
The immature green wheat kernels withered and died in the fields, and reduced or even no yield became inevitable.
“I may not survive this year.”
The skinny, dark-skinned farmer spoke to his wife and daughters in a trembling voice.
"We can still receive some. We still have a lot of food stored last year. If we think of a way, we can get through it."
The wife was a strong woman with a square face, sallow skin, strong limbs, and calloused hands. She was obviously a good worker. "Didn't I hear that the lord wants to reduce taxes?"
"Impossible. You know what kind of person our lord is. The most we can do is to reduce taxes according to last year's standards. But this year's harvest can't be half of last year's! How can we survive? We might as well take the food and leave early."
"Let's go. We are refugees. Are we inferior to others everywhere? Are you sure?" the wife said in a deep voice.
"If we don't leave, our whole family will die, unless we sell a son." The old farmer shook his head sarcastically.
He has no son, no such luck.
"Wait a little longer, let's wait until after the autumn harvest, then we can leave." The wife was reluctant to leave the remaining wheat.
"Don't be greedy for such a small piece of wheat, I tell you. When it's time to harvest, you won't be able to leave. Do you think others will snatch your wheat and ask you to share the grain?" The old farmer glanced at the neighboring fields.
Their situation is worse than mine. At least we try to water the crops, but they basically don't care. The harvest depends on the weather. "You make sense," the wife agreed.
(End of this chapter)
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