After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years

Chapter 221 Borrowing Grain Seeds

“Steward Sheng, you’re here at the right time. This is Shi Caogen and his son from Dawan Village…”

Ziyu introduced the Shi family father and son to Shengxing, and did not forget to exchange things for things.

“What Daxia Bay is most lacking now is a dyeing workshop. I’ll leave this matter to you!”

Ziyu, who was used to being a hands-off shopkeeper, left the matter to Butler Sheng and continued to visit the market.

 When I met a barbecue vendor, I came to order a few skewers early in the morning.

After Ziyu adjusted the recipe several times, the taste of barbecue is close to that of later generations of roadside stalls, affordable and authentic.

 “What are you all doing around here? Have you finished all the work in the fields?”

The big knife on the waist of the guard guarding the door is a real guy who drank human blood and chopped off his head.

When Pu Qingwu and Dai Jiang came out each pushing a cart of seeds, the eyes of the squatting refugees suddenly brightened.

 “Everyone, get up!

These are the castle lord's care for you, don't imitate those ungrateful people.

All the refugees knelt down and kowtowed. None of them dared to imagine that 20% of the income was due to farming. They knew better than anyone how much the rent and taxes for farming were.

Pu Qingwu heard the commotion below, poked his head out to take a look and then retracted his head. It was a pity that he didn't get into a good fight!

Pu Qingwu looked at the sky in the distance and was a little distracted. Luo Hao took two team members back to Andong Mansion, and his home was in Yecheng.

 The life in Daxia Bay is stable and united. Compared with the war-torn days outside, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

Twenty percent was added temporarily by him. What would happen to these refugees if they stayed outside? The **** team couldn't just watch and ignore them.

 After the autumn harvest, each family will have to pay 20% of the grain, which is not only the cost of protecting you, but also the seed fee.

The swords displayed by the escorts are not for nothing.

 …

As soon as Pu Qingwu heard that it was the castle master's order, he immediately put his sword back into its scabbard and smiled sheepishly.

"This matter is in the charge of Village Chief Dai. The Lord of the Castle has already dealt with this matter. I'll go ask Dai Jiang."

Dai Jiang was carefully mixing wheat seeds when he heard a familiar loud shout and stopped. When he looked up, he saw that Pu Qingwu had half drawn his sword.

 The specific planting will be guided by Village Chief Dai.

 The amount of land a family has is two acres. Don’t let me plant it so hard that I can’t even put my feet on it. Denseness does not mean high yield.

 Do you understand?"

· Recommend a person in charge to come out and collect wheat seeds from each household.

Unlike them now, all farm tools and seeds are produced in Kanzi Village, which is a huge advantage.

Pu Qingwu didn’t know until he came out that the castle owner wanted to take back only the lent amount of seeds.

“Captain Pu, you misunderstood!

 The owner of the fort asked me to do this, saying it would reduce pests and diseases and people stealing food. "

In order to prevent anyone from eating it secretly, the seeds have been soaked in poison, so I can wake up a little bit. "

“Oh, it was the castle owner who asked you to do this, why didn’t you tell me earlier!”

Dai Jiang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, shook his hands, and explained hurriedly.

Yu Er, a member of the guard who was changing guard, put one hand on the sword at his waist, walked to the door with a figure-footed step and stood still.

The refugees squatted together in front of the open door, looking longingly at the sown fields inside.

 Not only that, it can also solve the problem of single people in Daxia Bay. "Pu Qingwu said wretchedly.

　　The refugees were so frightened that they nodded their heads repeatedly, fearing that if they were too late in getting the seeds, they would lose their share.

 At this time, a group of people nestled in Daxia Bay did not know that the world was divided into three parts outside.

 This is a planting method invented by our castle master, and the yield is much higher than the planting method passed down from generation to generation by you. "

 Because of the war, the two places belong to different camps.

 …

 Otherwise, it will be eaten by others before harvesting. "Dai Jiang winked at Pu Qingwu.

While the weather is bleak outside, Daxia Bay is full of smoke and smoke, and people live a life without worries about food and drink.

 In this spring plowing season, all three parties specialize in farming, because food is the basis of their survival.

 “Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!”

Since the castle owner can give you benefits, he can also take them back at any time.

 …

“Our castle owner knows a lot about what he is mixing!”

When the spring sowing in Kanzi Village was completed, the wasteland of each refugee family outside the wall was also cleared, but they were worried that there were no seeds to sow.

Both men have been through this before, so of course they understand what that sentence means.

“Captain, those refugees have no seeds to plant in the fields, should we take care of this matter?”

“The castle owner said it was mixed with poison so that no one would eat the seeds.

“Sir, we have been farming for generations, and we know very well the importance of seeds to the land, and we will never mess with them.”



The eyes were brighter than those of a hungry wolf when he saw a sheep, but he did not dare to step beyond the thunder.

As soon as the refugees heard this, they were silent like death, and suddenly they burst into loud roars.

 …

People who go to the market like to take a few skewers home when they leave. The two barbecue stalls have the best business in the whole market.

 A penny for a bunch, absolutely affordable and delicious.

It couldn’t be that Dai Jiang had embezzled it!

Pu Qingwu, who was doubtful, immediately went down the wall and went into the village to look for Dai Jiang, and found him mixing something with the wheat in the yard.

 Brothers must be paid some reward for their hard work, and this is also to make the refugees appreciate their current life more.

 The output of middle and lower land is only lower. Fortunately, because he is a military general, his family can be exempted from taxes.

"Captain, you know that those people can stay outside better if they have food. Instead of letting us keep raising them all the time, and the little firewood they cut in winter is not enough to exchange for food."

“Each family was given two acres of wheat, and those who wanted to die would eat it secretly.

 The yield per mu is more than 200 kilograms. Only the most fertile land can produce this kind of yield.

Pu Qingwu looked at the refugees outside the door with full vigor, and shouted in a deep voice.

“Sir, we promise not to steal a single seed, as it is a seed that affects the survival of the entire family.”

　　After Yu San found out why the refugees were squatting at the gate, he went to the wall post to ask for advice.

When he came back, he asked Luo Hao to go around to Yecheng to help find his family, but he didn't know if he could find them.

“Village Chief Dai, do you know your guilt?”

In Pu Qingwu’s view, the credit must belong to the castle owner.

“You’re right, as long as you have food, you don’t have to worry about no one coming to seek refuge, and your strength will be strong just around the corner.

His family is also a moderately wealthy man in Yecheng, owning hundreds of acres of land.

 The smell of manure blown by the wind felt like the smell of a good harvest to the refugees' noses.

“Hmph, don’t just say nice things, the seeds are not given to you for free.

Pu Qingwu’s eyes widened and he shouted loudly.

Pu Qingwu's expression tightened upon hearing this. He knew the castle master's arrangement as early as the defense change.

No one dares to cross even half a step of the refugees who have witnessed the killings of the convoys, even if the door is open.

 After several years of famine and war, Pu Qingwu didn’t know what the situation was like at home.

I can only pray that my family is safe, and don’t think about my property and other external things.

 (End of this chapter)