While everyone was fighting the locust plague in full swing, Xishui Village next door was not so quiet.
"Big guy, God is angry and wants to take away our crops. He has also sent locusts out to eat people."
Several mature villagers shouted, and within a short time many villagers were encouraged to bring tributes and kneel down in the open space, thinking that this would make all the locusts leave.
"Everyone, that insect catching net has been punished by God. It is trying to kill us. It is trying to make the insect god angry!"
A villager shouted, and some people became red-eyed. They immediately used sticks and smashed the entire insect-catching net to pieces, and many locusts slipped through the net.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of locusts rushed towards everyone.
Not only were everyone stung, but even the crops in the world were persecuted.
Everyone looked at the bare poles in the fields and cried and cried.
The news quickly reached Zhan Qingyue's ears.
Hearing this, Zhan Qingyue was agitated and quickly brought someone over to hang up the insect catching net again.
But looking at the paddy fields and grain on the mountains that have already tasseled, it makes my body ache.
The crops have been destroyed by locusts, and this year may not be easy.
What's more, it's still a period of drought.
Seeing such a severe locust plague, Han Yiyun didn't waste any time and quickly reported it to the court, praying for some tax relief.
The Holy Master looked at Han Yiyun's book and couldn't help but frown.
Soon, the news reached Prince Jing's ears.
"Your Majesty, the Lord of Zhan County has always been smart. Since the Lord of Zhan County is here, I think the food loss will not be much. As for the tax reduction and exemption that Mr. Han said, in my opinion, it is better to see what you see."
When the Holy Master heard his words, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and his face gradually became ugly.
Although Prince Jing had ulterior motives, what he said still made some sense, not to mention that now was not the time to break up with Prince Jing.
The Holy Emperor's thoughts turned over and over again, and instead he asked this question to Prince Jing.
"In your opinion, what should we do?"
Prince Jing's eyes stagnated slightly. He wished that the Holy Emperor would ask him this question, and when the time came, he would send out the inspection team and turn around and say something else. The upper and lower lips of the person who was not arranged by him touched each other.
When he expressed his thoughts, the Holy Spirit did not object and refused.
Seeing that there was something going on, King Jing took the initiative to propose candidates. Before the Holy Emperor could officially issue the decree, his mind was already in a state of excitement.
After Han Yiyun read the letter sent by Prince Jing, he angrily handed it to Zhan Qingyue.
"Yueyue, we have to be more careful. Prince Jing has sent people here. I'm afraid this matter won't be that simple."
Zhan Qingyue was helpless and nodded, indicating that he understood.
Both of them were mentally prepared for this, but they didn't know what moves King Jing would come up with, so they could only use them as they saw fit.
At the same time, the situation in Xishui Village became increasingly worse.
Even under the leadership of Zhan Qingyue, many people replanted the crops in the fields.
But in this lean time, the new crops have just been planted, and it’s still too early to eat them.
Nowadays, many people don’t have much food left at home.
"I heard that the migrant in Donglai Village is a foreigner raised by a high-ranking official. His family has a lot of money, and he works in the fields on weekdays. There is no shortage of food at home."
"Don't tell me. I heard from people in Donglai Village that the smell of meat can be heard in their homes every day. They are rich people. How can ordinary people like us compare with them."
Many talkative women gathered at the edge of the village and talked about it.
Many people have seen the migrant households in Donglai Village.
Shan said that there are two acres of paddy fields in his village. Just a few days ago, he asked people to clean up the insect traps, and he was surrounded by boys. Even the boys' bodies were covered with fine cotton fabrics, and they were all shiny and shiny. It's slippery, and it doesn't look like it's lacking food.
With such discussion, everyone's minds became active.
A woman yelled: "Since she is so rich and has food, we who are short of food can come to borrow it. She must not refuse to borrow it."
As soon as these words came out, someone immediately took the lead and walked towards Donglai Village.
Some quick-thinking people had already left the house when they heard this and took the shortcut to Donglai Village.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the woman who came to her door. She was wearing clothes with lots of patches, and there was almost no room for patches.
Her face was burnt and scorched, her eyes were sunken, and her cheeks were dry, which was obviously caused by not eating enough.
"Miss Zhan, I belong to the Zhou family in Linshui Village next door. You are a well-known farming expert in eight villages. You are also a wealthy family and a well-known philanthropist. I have no choice but to beg you shamelessly. Come to the door."
Zhan Qingyue raised his eyebrows. He put so many high hats on her when he arrived, so he must have no good intentions.
She put away the small expression on her face and looked coldly at Mrs. Zhou in front of her.
"Sister-in-law, it's okay to say whatever you have to say."
When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she thought there was something going on. She suppressed the secret joy in her heart and pulled up her sleeves and began to wipe her tears.
"Miss Zhan, now that we are in trouble, we can't open the pot at home. I have no choice. I am old and young, so I can only borrow food from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, other people from Xishui Village also came in droves.
Such a huge battle shocked everyone in Donglai Village.
Zhang Lizheng quickly led his people to the gate of Zhanjiayuan.
I saw a lot of people blocking the door of Zhan's house, and everyone was talking at once. Zhan Qingyue, who was standing at the door of the courtyard, was so short and short that people couldn't bear to see it.
"Miss Zhan, your family is a wealthy family. You have a lot of paddy fields in Donglai Village. You also have fields in other villages. You also have many tenants. Your family must have a lot of surplus food, right?"
"We all have no food to eat, so you have to lend us some food. When the harvest is good, we will return the food to you."
Zhang Lizheng's brows jumped when he heard this. He squeezed in front of Zhan Qingyue and shouted at the villagers of Xishui Village: "You guys, do you still want to show your face?"
"It was you who broke the insect net set up by Miss Zhan because of your lack of money. Now why are you poor and out of food? Come to borrow food. Who gives you such a big face?"
Unexpectedly, in the face of Zhang Lizheng's scolding, this group of people remained unyielding.
"She Zhan Qingyue's family is so rich and has so many fields. She is always accompanied by servants when she goes out, and she is also served by maids at home. What's wrong with us just borrowing some food? It's not like we won't pay it back."
"Zhang Lizheng, you don't want to be on the line. We are not borrowing your food. Are you in charge of it?"
Listening to these moral kidnappings, Zhan Qingyue had a long face and a pair of sharp eyes that could eat people.
"I don't have any food, I won't borrow it!"
Zhan Qingyue said this coldly, which immediately caused an uproar.
"You are so unkind because of your wealth, you will be in bad luck sooner or later. Folks, let's break in and empty out all the food from the Zhan family."
The villagers in Xilai Village shouted and were about to take action. Zhang Lizheng quickly brought people to protect Zhan Qingyue.
When the situation was tense, Han Yiyun rushed over with his army.
"My subordinate is late, please ask the county master Chitose to punish me!"
