Turbulent Times Chapter 321: Horrible rumors

After walking for nearly a month, after Wang Junlin and his party entered Jincheng County, what they saw was even more shocking.

Now is the spring sowing season, which is the golden age for farmers to go to the fields in groups to work and sow seeds. However, there are no people in the fields seen along the way. There was still a little unmelted snow on the road. The team walked along the road for a long time before seeing farmers in twos and threes. Everyone was frowning and sighing, 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 some inexplicable uneasiness.

A few days ago in Shifengzhai, I didn't feel it, but after I went south to the densely populated Jincheng County, Wang Junlin realized how serious this year's snow disaster was, which caused serious damage to the people in the three counties in the north of Yongzhou. What an irreparable consequence.

A whole year's livelihood is wiped out in the unmelted snow!

The fields in Jincheng County are already so serious, what is the situation in Zhangye County?

Riding on the horse, Wang Junlin pursed his lips tightly, his eyes showing an extremely serious look.

If the governor Wang Tong reported to the imperial court and transferred him to sit in the general manager's mansion to prevent accidents, he still didn't take it to heart. I am worried, but I only regard this trip as an ordinary tolerance. But today, Wang Junlin finally faced the snow disaster squarely.

Thirty miles after entering Jincheng County, Wang Junlin saw a vast plain, and Wang Junlin could see at a glance that this area was all good farmland. The terrain was flat and surrounded by mountains and rivers. , But looking at it today, there is not even a single farmer who sows in spring in a field of over a thousand acres. There is a good piece of fertile land, there is a trace of death in the silence, and no life can be seen.

"The whole army stops!" Wang Junlin was riding on the horse, and suddenly raised his hand and gave an order loudly.

The team of 3,000 people stopped according to the order. Without saying a word, Wang Junlin dismounted and walked to the field beside the road. Xu Jingzong hurriedly dismounted and followed behind him.

Wang Junlin stepped on the ground and stepped on it a few times. The ground was hard, like a complete stone, and he couldn't feel the soft and fertile soil that good land should have.

Wang Junlin frowned more and more, knelt down and picked up a piece of soil, held it in the palm of his hand, and brought it closer to his eyes for a closer look.

The black clod was very hard, and it was cold in the palm of the hand. When I opened it carefully, there were some ice residues that had not melted in it. I scattered it casually, and what fell were dry pieces. Hard granular clods.

Xu Jingzong had never been involved in farming. He watched Wang Junlin's actions from the side, and seeing Wang Junlin's face getting more and more ugly, Xu Jingzong asked carefully: "What's the problem, Lord Hou?"

Wang Junlin handed him the remnant of soil in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "It's a bit troublesome, Jingzong has a look at this soil..."

Xu Jingzong took the soil and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he still couldn't understand it. He asked a little embarrassedly: "I'm humble and dull, so I don't see what's wrong with the soil?"

Wang Junlin was a little surprised by Xu Jingzong's answer, but when he thought that no matter how smart a person is, if he has no experience in a certain field, it really doesn't make much sense.

He sighed and said: "Simply put, this soil is permafrost. That is to say, the ice and snow in winter have not yet thawed. Now that it is the beginning of spring, the sun and rain are still insufficient. When it snows, the land is not nutrient-rich enough to sow seeds at all, this year’s spring sowing is considered abolished, once the spring sowing is abolished, what will the farmers eat and wear this whole year?”

Although Xu Jingzong doesn't understand farming, his vision and mind are the best choice. Hearing this, he widened his eyes in shock and said, "I can't sow seeds? This... has serious consequences."

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Wang Junlin and the others felt heavier as they walked along the way.

Yes, it's getting worse. Almost every piece of land is barren, and every farmer I meet on the road is sad. On a few lands, there are people sowing in spring. Wang Junlin and others went to the fields happily to check, but found that the sowing farmers wiped their tears while sowing, and the land was dry. There is not enough sunshine and rain, and it is freezing weather. Even if it is barely planted, the survival rate is almost close to zero.

The weather was gloomy, mixed with the cold wind that shouldn't be there after spring, Wang Junlin's mood was colder than the cold wind.

After walking for more than ten days, in Anning County, which is four hundred miles away from Jincheng, where the state capital is located, the scene encountered was different.

The number of pedestrians on this road has increased. There are a lot of them. There are tens of thousands of them. They wear tattered clothes and carry many and heavy luggage. The old man staggered along with the team and squirmed forward slowly, heading in the direction of Jincheng where the state capital is located.

Wang Junlin was greatly shocked. He knew very well that these were a group of refugees fleeing for their lives.

The fleeing team was silent, no one was in the mood to talk and laugh, and there was no glimmer of hope. Just like the weather, it was gloomy and there was no ray of sunshine. The team walked slowly, and there was a sense of despair in the silence breath.

A group of people came to the outside of Anning County, and Anning County Magistrate Li Chengsong led the officials in the city to welcome them.

Under the suspension bridge outside the city gate, more than a dozen officials wearing green official robes stood sparsely. Li Chengsong stood in the front row in a scarlet official robe. But what was a little strange was that when they saw Wang Junlin coming, there was no smile on their faces, but hatred.

Li Chengsong stepped forward and took a few quick steps, before Wang Junlin got off his horse, he casually cupped his hands, and suddenly said coldly: "Could it be that you are the Marquis of Qin'an County, General Zhenyuan, General Yingyanglang of Zhangye County, Wang Junlin? "

Seeing the attitude of these people, Wang Junlin returned the gift lazily, snorted coldly, nodded and said, "This is Wang Junlin."

Li Chengsong straightened up, stared at Wang Junlin's face, and said with gritted teeth: "The three counties of Yongzhou have been snowing heavily since last year, and it hasn't melted all day long, and it hasn't cleared until today. The spring sowing is completely missed. The people under their jurisdiction have gone to the county government to ask for many times, but this is a natural disaster, and the county government can't come up with a solution. In the past few days, the people under the jurisdiction have begun to leave the local area with their families and go to other places to escape famine and survive. People are also in panic, and the whole family may move out at any time. The next official dares to ask Lord Hou, why do you 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 caused a sensation in Yongzhou.

Hundreds of houses in the three counties were crushed by heavy snow one after another, killing and injuring countless officials. The rumors of the ultimate damnation".

The people of the three counties are panicking, and the power of a rumor directed at Wang Junlin is self-evident.

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