Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-First Horror Rumors
After walking for nearly a month, Wang Junlin and his party entered Jincheng County and saw even more shocking scenes.
Now is the spring sowing season, which is the golden period when farmers go to the fields in groups to work and sow. However, there are no people in the fields along the way, and it is a desolate scene. There is still some snow on the road that has not melted, and the team has been walking along the road for half a day.
Only then did I see farmers in groups of three or three, each with a sad face and sigh, squatting on the edge of the field and staring at the field in a daze.
Wang Junlin's mood became heavy in vain, and he felt vaguely inexplicable uneasiness.
He didn't feel it when he was in Shifeng Village a few days ago, but after traveling south to the densely populated Jincheng County, Wang Junlin realized how serious this year's snow disaster was and how irreparable it had been to the people of the three counties north of Yongzhou.
s consequence.
A whole year's livelihood was wiped out in the unmelted snow!
The farmland in Jincheng County is already so serious. I wonder what the situation is like in Zhangye County?
While riding on the horse, Wang Junlin pursed his lips and showed an extremely solemn look in his eyes.
If Wang Tong, the governor, reported to the court and sent him to sit in the general manager's office in case of accidents, he still didn't take it to heart. After all, he couldn't take care of the disaster relief matters, so although he was worried these days, he
He only regarded this trip as an ordinary business trip. But today, Wang Junlin finally took the snow disaster seriously.
Thirty miles after entering Jincheng County, he looked around and saw a vast plain. Wang Junlin could tell at a glance that this area was all good farmland. The terrain was flat, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it looked like a leisurely pastoral scene. But today
It looked like there was not even a single farmer doing spring sowing in the thousands of acres of fields. It was a fertile field, but there was a hint of death in the silence, and no life was visible.
"Stop the whole army!" Wang Junlin, riding on his horse, suddenly raised his hand and ordered loudly.
The team of 3,000 people stopped as ordered. Wang Junlin dismounted without saying a word and walked directly to the fields by the roadside. Xu Jingzong quickly dismounted and followed behind him.
Wang Junlin stepped on the land and stepped hard a few times. The land was hard, like a complete stone, and he could not feel the soft and fertile soil that good farmland should have.
Wang Junlin's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He knelt down and picked up a piece of soil. He held it in his hand and brought it up to his eyes to examine it carefully.
The black clod of soil was very hard, and felt cold in the palm of my hand. I broke it open carefully, and found that it was actually mixed with some unmelted ice slag. I scattered it casually, and what fell were dry and hard particles.
Shape of soil.
Xu Jingzong had never been involved in farming. He was watching Wang Junlin's actions from the side. Seeing that Wang Junlin's face was getting more and more ugly, Xu Jingzong asked carefully: "Master Hou, what problem did you see?"
Wang Junlin handed him the remaining soil in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's a bit troublesome. Jingzong, take a look at this soil..."
Xu Jingzong took the soil and looked at it carefully for a long time. Still puzzled, he asked with some embarrassment: "I'm so stupid because of my humble position. I didn't see what's wrong with this soil?"
Wang Junlin was a little surprised by Xu Jingzong's answer, but when he thought about it, even if a person is smart but has no experience in a certain area, it really means nothing.
He sighed and said: "This soil, to put it simply, is frozen soil. In other words, the winter ice and snow have not yet melted. It is already the beginning of spring, and the sunshine and rain are still insufficient. It is even snowing in some places.
This has resulted in insufficient nutrients in the land, making it impossible to sow at all. This year’s spring sowing is considered a waste. Once spring sowing is wasted, what will farmers eat and wear throughout the year?”
Although Xu Jingzong doesn't know anything about farming, his vision and intelligence are the best. Hearing this, his eyes widened in shock and he said: "Can't sow seeds? This... the consequences are serious."
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As they moved forward, Wang Junlin and others felt heavier as they moved forward.
Yes, the situation is getting worse and worse. Almost every piece of land is barren, and every farmer they meet on the road has a sad face. There are a few fields where people are sowing in spring. Wang Junlin and others happily went to the fields to check, but found that the sowing
Farmers wiped their eyes while sowing. The land was dry, there was insufficient sunlight and rain, and it was freezing weather. Even if they managed to plant, the survival rate would be almost zero.
The weather was gloomy, mixed with a biting cold wind that should not be seen after spring, and Wang Junlin's mood was even colder than the cold wind.
After walking for more than ten days, when we arrived at Anning County, four hundred miles away from Jincheng, where the state capital is located, we encountered a different scene.
There were more and more pedestrians on this road. There were thousands of people in one group. They were wearing tattered clothes and carrying a lot of heavy luggage and belongings. The woman behind was holding a child in one hand and an old man in the other.
Staggeringly, they slowly crawled forward with the team, heading towards Jincheng, where the state capital is located.
Wang Junlin was greatly shocked. He knew very well that these were a group of refugees fleeing.
The fleeing team was silent, no one was in the mood to talk or laugh, and there was no glimmer of hope. It was as gloomy as the weather, without a ray of sunshine. The team moved slowly, and there was an air of despair in the silence.
The group arrived outside Anning County, and Anning County Magistrate Li Chengsong led the officials in the city to greet them.
Under the suspension bridge outside the city gate, a dozen or so officials wearing green official robes stood sparsely. Li Chengsong stood at the front in a crimson official robe. But what was strange was that when they saw Wang Junlin arriving, they did not smile at all.
Some of them are filled with hatred.
Li Chengsong stepped forward and took a few steps quickly. Before Wang Junlin could get off his horse, he raised his hands casually and suddenly said coldly: "Could he be the Marquis of Qin'an County, General Zhenyuan, and General Ying Yanglang of Zhangye County Wang Junlin?"
Wang Junlin saw these people's attitude, but he didn't bother to return the favor. He snorted coldly, nodded and said, "I am Wang Junlin."
Li Chengsong straightened up, stared at Wang Junlin's face, and said through gritted teeth: "The three counties of Yongzhou have been experiencing heavy snowfall since last year, and it has not melted all day long. It has not cleared up even today. The days of spring sowing have been completely missed. The people under the jurisdiction have been
I went to the county government within my jurisdiction to beg for help many times, but this was a natural disaster and the county government could not come up with a solution. In the past few days, the people within the jurisdiction have begun to leave the local area with their families and go to other places to escape famine and survive. The people left behind are also panic-stricken.
, the whole family may move away at any time. I dare to ask Lord Marquis, how can you still have the nerve to live in this world."
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Ten days ago, on the tenth day of February in the fifth year of Renshou, a piece of bad news finally shocked the entire Yongzhou.
Hundreds of houses were crushed by heavy snow in various places in the three counties one after another, killing and injuring countless officials and civilians. Just when the people in the three counties were panicking and at a loss, a rumor came out somewhere that "poisonous generals are bad, fires burn mountains, and all lives are devastated, and ultimately they are punished by God."
"Rumors.
At a time when the people of the three counties are in panic, it is self-evident how powerful a rumor directed at Wang Junlin can be.
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