Song Beiyun

"Why congratulations? Congratulations after a disaster?"

A person from the Agricultural College took a step forward and said, "Master Song, you will probably have a living shrine this time."

Song Beiyun frowned: "???"

"It's like this. Since Mr. Song began to gradually spread the method of chemical fertilizers, the yield of the farmland with manure and chemical fertilizers has increased a lot and the maturity has been earlier than in previous years. According to the records of agricultural economics, in previous years, the harvest would probably be around the Mid-Autumn Festival. But this year is a warm winter, and the spring is much earlier. Coupled with the promotion of the method of mixing chemical fertilizers with manure, the maturity period of the whole rice and wheat, especially the wheat, has been advanced by nearly two and a half months. In some sunny places, it is even harvested just after the Dragon Boat Festival The rice is a bit late, and all the mid-season rice has been harvested in the past few days, and the early rice has already entered the warehouse."

It was the professional players who reassured Song Beiyun. He temporarily let go of his worries, but after a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What about the Liao Kingdom?"

"Liao?"

The researchers looked at each other with confused faces, and one of them stepped forward and said: "It is reasonable to say that the Liao country should be similar, because last year there was not much food, and this year the Agricultural College has already cooperated with the Liao country. We have contacted, and this year Liao also mostly grows rice and wheat, and less pigs, cattle and sheep. So, it should be similar."

"Then what do you mean... a big harvest?" Song Beiyun felt a little ridiculous: "This is not a joke."

"It's not a bumper harvest. This year's seeds are all cultivated by Jinling Farm, and the yield per mu is higher than that of self-retained grains. However, we expect that the stepped cultivation can double to triple the original yield. Now It seems...the second level may be ruined, only the first and third levels, so it must be more than in previous years, but it is not a good harvest in our eyes."

Song Beiyun saw the smug expressions of the dogs below him, and he slumped on the chair as if he had lost all his strength: "You guys are really dogs, you tripled your output in a disaster year, you want to eat shit!"

"Three years ago, Master Song taught us to prepare insecticides, and they were also popularized. The place with the highest grain yield per mu can have more than [-] catties. The yield per mu in this single season is twice as high as before. It’s just tripled, how can this be considered wishful thinking? This is still a conservative estimate, and this is based on the principle that Mr. Song said that science should be cautious, otherwise I don’t estimate him five times or eight times. out of the hole."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and Song Beiyun found a hideous scar on the back of his hand, which looked like a chemical burn mark, but this guy had a smug smile on his face.

"I don't even know what's going on with either of you." Song Beiyun smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Don't be crazy!"

"My lord, let's go crazy for a while." The elder brother didn't take it seriously at all: "Yesterday, all the staff in our farmyard killed five pigs to celebrate, and drank more than 100 catties of rice wine."

Song Beiyun raised his head and waved his hands: "Get out, get out, I haven't closed my eyes for three days."

"Master Song, pay attention to rest. When you wake up, come to the Agricultural College to eat rice cakes. This year's new rice is delicious!"

"roll!"

Although Song Beiyun scolded, the smile on his face was still uncontrollable. The harvest in a disaster year...

Maybe this year will really go down in the history books.

At this moment, he was very happy, but he felt like crying.

Chapter 747: On August 8th of the seventh year, there was a bumper harvest in the year of rain disaster, which is absurd and not absurd

It seems that the entire Yangtze and Yellow River basins began to flood overnight, people were relocated to safe areas, and millions of people became homeless overnight.

The scale of the flood this time is even much larger than that of the Jianghuai and Huanghuai floods that year, and because the coastal economy is more prosperous than before, the losses are definitely more than that of many years ago.

However, the disaster prevention plan for many years finally came in handy at this moment. Military camps around the country began to accept the victims in an orderly manner. Food distribution, tent distribution, and epidemic prevention all appeared to be in an orderly manner.

The granaries in various places received early warnings from the research institutes of agricultural colleges in various places, and most of the harvested grains were moved to safe areas.

What is different from the flood disasters in previous years is that soldiers from various military camps have been assigned to participate in the flood fighting work since this year. From maintaining order, regulating traffic, distributing food, and treating the wounded, the overall work is carried out in an orderly manner.

Before the local government even had time to open warehouses to distribute food, the first batch of disaster emergency food had already arrived at various military camps.

Under such circumstances, the riots after the original disaster did not happen. In some places, the post-disaster reconstruction work has already started under the leadership of the local government office as soon as the flood subsided.

Relief for work, which Song Beiyun used as early as in Luzhou, has become the mainstream at this stage.

As for those places where the flood has not receded, in addition to accepting a large number of refugees in the military camps, the medical and health work is also proceeding in an orderly manner. Everyone says that there will be a major epidemic after the disaster, but medical schools in various places It has become a habit to drink boiled water, eat cooked food, wash your hands frequently, and take a bath frequently under the auspices of the leaders, and those people in white coats have become trustworthy people in the hearts of the victims.

"The construction of the system does not happen overnight. You can't be complacent just because you have achieved a little bit of insignificant results. There is still a long way to go. What you are doing now is only better than before, but it is still far from my requirements. "Song Beiyun delivered a speech at the meeting and said: "The security of the country and the safety of the people's lives are above all else. It doesn't matter whether you are high or low. Human life is greater than the sky. Keep it in mind. If there is any loss of life or property caused by human negligence , I will definitely investigate to the end, and find out that you will never be able to get back up in your life."

After these days of information collection, the sampling content has been submitted to Song Beiyun's desk. Those little red guys from the Agricultural College are not lying. Compared with previous years, the overall grain production this year is no longer as simple as doubling. Take Chang'an In the surrounding Fengxiang Mansion, for example, the annual grain yield per mu is 540 jin, excluding the year outside the year, but this year’s average yield is 12 jin per mu, which doubles the average yield. In addition, the county opened up 5.75 mu of land last year and this year. The per capita field mu is [-] mu.

In other words, the per capita annual grain reserve is 110 seven catties. Although about 70.00% of the output of state-owned farmland is included in the personal average, no matter which method is used, this is a bumper harvest. .

And Song Beiyun vaguely remembered that the amateur history buff Miaoyan told him that the annual per capita grain consumption in the Song Dynasty was about [-] to [-] catties, and it fell to about [-] to [-] catties in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Now the per capita in Chang'an is [-] catties, which is almost the same as the four times the estimated output of those bad boys.

Of course, this is because there are experimental fields, high-yield crops and various new technologies here, so if the three thousand catties are cut off according to the national ratio, there will be two thousand catties left.

Song Beiyun believed that the per capita grain reserve of [-] jin was reliable, that is to say, it was still comparable to the conservative estimate of the bad boys, about three times.

In such a disaster year, the output of grain was three times higher than in previous years. No one would believe it. Even Song Beiyun thought that someone was engaging in digital fraud. He couldn't believe it.

After knowing that there is no worry about food, his next step is to start the flood relief work. At this stage, it is impossible to fight against natural disasters of this scale. All he can do is to protect the lives of the people, post-disaster reconstruction and quarantine Epidemic prevention and other work.

These things are the highlight, especially now that antibiotics such as penicillin can be mass-produced in medical schools, and the salicylic acid series are also listed as patent medicines. Compared with the previous local method of epidemic prevention, people now have more s Choice.

Moreover, compared to the future era when everyone is a medicine man, people in this era have not experienced the baptism of antibiotics, nor have bacteria and viruses. They are as fragile as their hosts. A bottle of penicillin alone can be called Magic medicine, unless it is some special primary disease, as long as it is an infection series, few can withstand the effects of penicillin and aspirin.

In the evening, Song Beiyun was invited to participate in the Jiuchi Meat Forest Conference, but he did not refuse. This is a carnival for all members of the Academy of Sciences. They have a reason to be excited, because they have finally made it a reality not to starve to death in a calamity year. The feeling of malice made this group of young people with an average age of less than 30 years old want to fly to the sky.

And the same thing happened in Jinling. When Zhao Xing saw the report of the harvest and the report of the disaster on his desk at the same time, he felt that the world was very magical...

Even the well-informed Ding Xiang and Zhao Xiangman found it inconceivable. The practical Ding Xiang made the same choice as Song Beiyun, that is, he got in a carriage and rushed out of Jinling in the heavy rain that afternoon after learning the news. City, came to the surrounding counties to conduct sampling surveys.

He didn't see the hungry people, but only the long queue of migrant workers who were methodically covering the grain with oilcloth and moving it to a higher place.There are also those local officials who braved the rain to prevent Yu Shitai from finding opportunities to deduct points.

But even after Ding Xiang saw it, he didn't immediately believe the scene in front of him. He found an old man who was wiping tears in front of the tent and asked him if he was crying because he was hungry.

The old man said no, he was crying because the family dog ​​was washed away by the water, and he missed it in his heart.

At this time, even Ding Xiang felt that the world was magical. After returning to Jinling the next day, he was still not reconciled, so he went directly to the market to investigate on the spot. Everything is fake.

But after he inquired about the price, he found out that the grain had indeed increased, but the increase was very small. According to a large local second-level grain merchant, the price increase was due to disasters everywhere and road impassability.The cost of transporting grain has risen by as much as [-]%, and when the flood recedes, if the government does not guarantee the price of grain, it will plummet, because this year there is too much grain, so much that a catty of grain in the village used to be in the hands of private grain merchants It can be changed from seven Wen to ten Wen, but this year it is worth changing to Four Wen.

After collecting enough evidence, Ding Xiang realized that the disaster year and the bumper harvest could appear at the same time. He sat alone in the grain station for a long time, holding clusters of white rice in his hands, his eyes were blank, he didn't know I was thinking about something.

"If you dare to suppress the grain price, I will guarantee your death."

At this moment, the monk was clapping the table with the left servant of the household department in the household department: "Do you want to try it?"

"You are a monk... you have a strong desire to kill."

The Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Household Counsel was scared, and if it were someone else, it would be strange if he wouldn't let this monk who didn't know the severity and talk nonsense go out, but this monk couldn't do it...

"Who would have thought that there would be so much surplus grain this year... If the price of grain is not suppressed, the Ministry of Household Affairs will not be able to afford it. Master, you must have avoided me."

"If you can't afford it, ask the government for money. The imperial court must guarantee that each family of three will have an income of about [-] yuan per year. If you suppress the price of grain, no one will pay for it next year. If the grain output next year does not exceed Red line, try it!"

The forehead of the left servant of the household department is full of sweat. What is the red line?That is a death line, and other departments can talk about it, but the red line of the household department is untouchable. If it is true that the monk said that next year's grain production will not pass the red line, there is no need for officials to end it. Song Beiyun will come over and take it personally The knife kills.

"I'll ask for instructions...I'll ask for instructions. Master, you have to take care of it, otherwise the household department really can't eat this much food."

"If you can't eat, then go to make wine, and then go to feed the animals." The monk flicked his monk's sleeves and hurried out: "As long as you don't waste it, you can do anything. But you have to eat food, and you have to eat it! There is no negotiation .”

After seeing off the irritable monk, Hubu Zuo Shilang slumped on the chair for a long time before taking out the memorial, and began to write the memorial tremblingly.

The news from the Liao Kingdom also reached Fo Baonu, she was not as surprised as Zhao Xing, but sat at the window with a pastry in her hand watching the rain, looking extremely peaceful and calm.

"Today's rain is still a bit beautiful. I just don't know what happened to my emperor, I miss it."

"Hey, this is because you know that there will be no famine, so you start to miss your son. A few days ago, you couldn't get your poop out."

The wonderful words lying on the bed reading a book came out suddenly, and Fo Baonu glanced back at her: "Don't say such disappointing things, it's disgusting."

No longer responding to the wonderful words, she continued to enjoy the rain quietly. As for disaster relief, just follow Chang'an. Whatever policy Chang'an follows, the Liao Kingdom will follow whatever policy. Anyway, no matter what the effect is, it is right if there is nothing wrong .

Thinking of the food agreement that the Song State Mission almost pressed her hand to force her to sign last winter, I was still angry when I thought about it before, but now I really want to thank you a thousand times. If Song Beiyun is here now, I will definitely hug her. It's just a meme.

No wonder the emperor of the Song Dynasty would let a "Ye Tianzi" exist in the world with peace of mind. This person's decision-making can really save a country, such as forcing the promotion of manure fertilizers, forcing the cultivation of strange grains, and forcing the conversion of pastoralism to grain. Now it seems that it really saved Liao's life.

Harvest!With the appearance of a torrential flood outside, the news of a bumper harvest can be expected, and the food committee owes a lot of credit to it!

Now Fo Baonu finally figured it out, what's the use of working so hard, it's better to just pick up ready-made ones from behind.Anyway, it's not shameful to be ashamed, right? How can it be shameful to follow the father of the future emperor of Liao to pick up some achievements.

"After the flood, it will be faster." Fo Baonu picked up a dried fruit and put it in his mouth, took a bite and it was so sour: "Huh... so sour."

"What's your plan after that?"

"Me?" Fo Baonu turned his head and looked at Miaoyan: "Write to Zhao Xing first, I request that the engineering college and the medical college also be opened in Liao Kingdom, what do you think?"

"He will let you find Song Beiyun."

"Then look for him, can he still eat me?"

"Oh." Miao Yan raised his head slightly: "If you want to eat it, you should eat him. Every time you come out of him, your mouth will smell of heather."

Fo Baonu rolled her eyes and decided not to talk to her today.

But after 5 minutes, she still couldn't hold back, turned her head and asked, "What do you think I am doing? Will I be bullied?"

"You cub, it's only natural to be bullied. If you don't get bullied, you can only say that the tutoring of the other children is really good."

Fo Baonu was very worried. A few days ago, she really didn't think about the child, her mind was full of disasters, but now after getting the good news, she calmed down, and her mind was full of her son.

"Okay, I also think the child is better taught by him than by you. You have to destroy the child." Miao Yan adjusted her posture and put down the book: "I'm sleeping, don't bother me."

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Don't bother!"

"Oh……"

Fo Baonu sighed, and silently turned her head to look at the sky. The heavier the rain outside, the more she missed her son... she felt very sad.

As the floods continue to spread, there will definitely be losses, but as long as people starve to death on a large scale and there is no cannibalism, there is actually not much that can be done.

Even the common people are like this. Some elderly people are frightened and start hoarding grain immediately when they see such rain, but after a few days of hoarding, they find that no matter how many people are buying grain in the market, the grain But neither less nor more.

The vast majority of people are muttering, knowing that such disasters in previous years are the rhythm of the country's subjugation. One year of drought and one year of flooding, two years of no harvest, people will starve to death.

But this year's miraculous event made many people wonder what happened. Even the farmers themselves didn't know why things were just right, and it was even rumored that it was God's will.

Only those who understand the mystery can know whether it is really God's blessing. The early-maturing varieties have encountered warm winters and fertile land. Some people may complain that this year's new rice is not as fragrant as previous years, but this is okay, because it does not matter if the rice is not fragrant. Knowing that people are fragrant or not, the world is peaceful.

"Let's go."

Early in the morning, Song Beiyun put on his umbrella and patted Yusheng's arm: "Come with me to the flooded place and have a look. The Wei River has been flooded for ten miles, and I don't know when it will end."

Chapter 748: Rain on August 8, Seven Years

The Wei River is majestic, flowing for thousands of miles.

There was a breach in the flooded embankment, and the rolling flood poured in from it, submerging tens of thousands of hectares of fields. If it wasn't for this year's favorable time, place, people and the Trinity, Song Beiyun didn't know how to survive this disaster year.

The rain was still falling, although it was much lighter than the previous few days, but it still hit the leaves with a splashing sound. Song Beiyun under the coir raincoat was already soaked half of his body. Looking at the flood below, he remembered that he used to be in the history books. Seeing that so-and-so died of the wind and cold, I couldn't help feeling scared.

"How is the resettlement of the victims?"

Standing next to Song Beiyun was the Inspector. The Inspector had a serious face at the moment. Hearing Song Beiyun's question, he bent slightly and replied, "They have been placed in various places outside the city. Some are in the barracks and some are in tents. , although the conditions are slightly difficult, but compared with previous years, it is much better."

"Take me to see."

This request really shocked the governor into a cold sweat. Although he asked himself that there was nothing wrong with it, he could guarantee that if the people under him made mistakes in the middle of a busy schedule, it would be a serious matter. Song Beiyun had already made it very clear in the previous meeting , It’s understandable to be looser than usual, after all, no one is sage, but at this time, if something happens due to human reasons, then I have to say I’m sorry.

As the governor came to the first resettlement site for the victims, Song Beiyun began to patrol among the tents.

Because of the sufficient food, there were not many expressions of fear and anxiety here, but there were a few naughty children chasing and playing in the rain, and no adults at home came to take care of them.

There will be a temporary small shed between the four tents. This shed is their temporary kitchen. The daily distribution of food, vegetables, tofu, etc. will be cooked here, because the distribution of materials is based on the stove. So basically four tents are equivalent to one distribution unit, and one unit is 12 people.

"Your skills need to be improved." Song Beiyun lifted the lid of the pot and took a look at the food in the pot. Although there was nothing meaty, there were tofu, vegetables, and some other wild vegetables. There were also salt, oil, etc. Although there are not many non-staple foods, at least there are.

And the cooking level of this family is obviously a little bad. They boiled the tofu to a scum, and mixed it with rice and cabbage in a pot, like cooking a pot of pig scum, which made people feel unappetizing.

The man who was cooking looked at Song Beiyun in embarrassment, a little terrified and helpless, what can he do if his skills are poor, all twelve of his cooks are young and strong, and there is no woman. This kind of thing... don't mention it.

Compared with the pickling of this stove, other stoves are much easier to use, especially the stoves that are based on the family unit, and there are women to help manage them. Order oil flower seeds, boil a plate of green vegetables and sprinkle some salt, but it is also delicious.

In a calamity year, it is impossible to want big fish and big meat. It is thankful to be able to eat a bite. At this time, if someone’s children want to eat sweets, most of the elderly in the family will come up and slap in the face.

People who have been hungry will always have a deeper understanding of life. Thinking of the disaster year ten years ago, and looking at it now, it is a world of difference. If you want to mess around again, let alone other things, just Even his conscience could not stand the torture.

"How much can a family like yours get every day?"

Song Beiyun stood by the stove and asked a sister-in-law who was cooking. This sister-in-law was not beautiful, but she looked like a simple and unpretentious person.

"Every household seems to be different. If there are more young men, they will share more. Like mine, there are women and children, so there will be less, but it is enough to eat. After all, men have to work, and more Giving something to eat is serious."

Song Beiyun looked back at the governor: "How is the daily quota calculated?"

"One, two, three for a man. One catty of rice, two taels of tofu, and three taels of vegetables. Salt and oil are the same. Oil is five kuai per person per day, and a small bag of salt is about two or three kuai per person per day."

"What about the woman and the child?"

"Everything else is the same, that is, the rice is fixed at seven taels, and the old people over the age of 50 are also rationed in the same way."

For a catty of rice, two meals a day would be enough. After all, no one would chew raw white rice, and rice must be cooked. If the water was reduced, the cooked rice would probably weigh two catties.It is enough for this young and strong man to eat a catty for a meal. Considering that they are working for relief, they are basically rich and there is no surplus.

As for the seven taels of old people, children and women, it is almost enough to calculate, and this person may even be rich, but in the face of the hundreds of thousands of victims, there is actually no way to calculate to that extent, it can only be a one-size-fits-all up.

But generally speaking, these victims are not as prosperous as those in Luzhou back then. At that time, lard was paid in twos, but Song Beiyun was still young at that time, and he squeezed out the entire Jiangxi farm's inventory at one time.

Now he is not the stunned young man he was in the past. The distribution of materials must take into account the follow-up sustainability, so he can no longer be willful if he has money.