Chapter 897： flee from famine

No matter what the village said, Ma Cuihua knew about it anyway, and she would definitely fight her with a kitchen knife. She is not that stupid, because a Ji Dajun lost her life.

"Ji Dajun, what do you want?" Han Caiying asked, biting her teeth.

"It's okay? Little lady, I just came to see you when I miss you, what can I do. Don't be afraid, don't reject me, don't I do anything to you?"

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Han Caiying had no choice, and Ji Dajun couldn't drive him out directly.

Forget it, let's live with him for the time being, and when she gets married to Fengjiacun, she doesn't believe that Ji Dajun will follow him.

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The next morning, Han Yingxue packed up and entered Kyoto with Han Yingmei.

Han Yingxia also looked forward to following her, but Han Yingxue resolutely did not bring Han Yingxia with her.

This little girl is still young and immature. She is not very worried about letting Han Yingxia and Shangguan Rui have too much contact.

On the way to Kyoto this time, after two days, Han Yingxue found that the situation was a little worse than the last time he came back.

If it goes on like this, it is estimated that there is really no way to get through the day.

A lot of people have already started to flee the famine, and some people are rushing towards Kyoto.

Shangguan Rui was also a little worried. Along the way, he frowned and said nothing.

Han Yingxue saw Xuanyuanling like this and knew that he was really worried for the common people in the world.

Xuanyuanling is the ninth prince of the Tianhan Kingdom and the general of the God of War of the Tianhan Kingdom. His first purpose of protecting his family and the country is to let the people live and work in peace and contentment and not be disturbed by the war. But right now, how could it not be painful to look like this.

"Brother Ling, will the imperial court really provide disaster relief?" Han Yingxia asked a little worriedly.

"I don't know." Xuanyuan Ling shook his head.

Anyway, that person has no feeling for the world, and only pursues his own happiness.

It is now the harvest season, but it is estimated that the paddy fields can only receive one-tenth of the previous grain, and the grain production in ancient times was very small.

Paddy fields are not like other crops. When they are not mature, they must be well irrigated with water, otherwise the grains will be shriveled in the end.

After such a long drought, it is not bad to have a little harvest per mu of land.

Most farmers can only store grain in the autumn of the coming year, and they will receive a batch of grain during the autumn harvest to spend the next year.

The small-scale peasant economy is inherently unstable. Once it encounters natural and man-made disasters, ordinary people simply cannot hold on.

At the time of the autumn harvest, there is no grain harvest, and it is estimated that many people will starve to death.

The response to the drought has begun to show somewhat, and the price of grain has gone up. It doesn't matter to the big family. After all, they have a little food in stock. No matter how bad or expensive it is, they still have the money to buy it, but ordinary farmers are different. Few have money left in their hands. As soon as the price of food goes up, these people can't afford it at all.

Han Yingxue had already asked her family, Hu Xiaoli and the fifth family of the Han family to buy food and stock up. You don't need to have the price soaring, you can't even eat it.

"Brother Ling, you don't have to worry too much. The court has spent so much money to raise so many ministers. They have to think of something." Han Yingxue comforted Xuanyuanling when she saw Xuanyuanling's sad face.