Chapter 13 (1/2)

Chengying reluctantly looked at this in front of him. After more than a year of getting along, he already knew his identity, the future snow night emperor and the current snow night prince.

Since I bought kerosene lamps from him, I often ran to him on snowy nights. Half of his great reputation as a sage came from the prince.

”Brother Cheng, are you all right! You are the great sage of Tiandou city. I'm sure you won't mind the little prince's offense. ” The snow night was not polite at all. He sat directly in front of the tea table and made tea himself.

The ice emperor rubbed his eyes and came down from upstairs to see this scene. He yawned and said, ”good morning! Here comes the rub! ” As a soul beast, the ice emperor has no fear for the prince.

”I'm not here to eat.” But he said so, but the tea had reached his mouth.

”Well, let's talk about what's going on this time. First, let's talk about soap, mirrors, glycerin and spinning wheels. I won't sell anyone.” Chengying moved a stool and asked the ice emperor to sit next to him.

”I wanted to buy it, but it's really not the case today. I came to find the great sage today for disaster relief. This year, a large area north of Jialing pass is suffering from drought. After the drought, there is a plague of locusts, and a large area of farmland has no harvest.

I was greatly moved by what brother Cheng just said. I knew that brother must be a person with the world in mind. This is the matter of disaster relief... ”

”Stop, stop! Don't be poor! Don't run on me. ” The film broke the praise of the snow night, turned it over in the desk and said, ”everyone is a resource for me. Naturally, I can't watch them change their children and eat, break their bones and cook.”

The simple eight words of the shadow cast a solemn look on the snow night. The shadow cast only used the common description of the disaster area in previous lives, but the snow night thought that the shadow cast was the most terrible famine that she had really experienced, otherwise she could not make such a refined and cruel description.

”However, let's say first that I can help you, but the Empire has to pay. It is the duty of the state to provide relief to the victims. I can only help the Empire pay in advance.

Take it. This is my plan for the resettlement of the people in the disaster area. It also comes with the planting methods of crops with short maturity cycle, such as potatoes, sweet potatoes and radishes. The fastest one can mature in two and a half months, and the requirements for flood and drought are very low.

Take the note I signed, go to the warehouse in my city to pay 10 million gold soul coins, and then go to the warehouse outside my city to take away all the potatoes used to make wine this year. Tut! Originally, I wanted to use distilled alcohol instead of gasoline, which is all mixed up by you! ”

The photographer looked disgusted and pushed the plan and a piece of paper made of special materials to the snow night.

”Brother Cheng... You have long predicted that there will be a severe drought this year?” I can't help thinking otherwise. The plan is too complete to be worked out in a day or two. In addition, the omnipotent image of the filmmaker is really enough to scare people.

”Of course not. The most I can do is to look at the clouds and estimate that it will not rain tomorrow, but I have no ability to predict El Ni ñ o phenomenon. It's just that your agricultural system is fragile, and famine is something sooner or later. Just plan ahead.”

”Plan ahead...” snow night repeated another idiom he had never heard of. He suddenly felt reasonable. In the words blurted out by the film, there are often such thought-provoking words and sentences, which is also one of the important reasons why snow night thinks he has great wisdom.

”Oh! By the way, when you are in disaster relief, you should take some farmers who manage plantations outside the city. Your officials may not know how to plant my crops.

By the way, take away the inventory of my oil pressing workshop. Didn't you say there was still a plague of locusts? As long as the psychological obstacles are overcome, the fried locusts are actually delicious. If the victims can't afford to fry, they tell them that they can eat them by baking over fire, but don't cook... The taste is hard to say... ”