Start call: My pet actually comes from history

Su Buyu had already thought about what to talk about at Bingzhuye.

However, after entering the room with Du Fu Rabbit, Su Buyu first found the history video of the Tang Dynasty after Du Fu's death on his mobile phone and clicked to play it.

Then he left a message to take a bath first and then let Du Futu stay alone in the room and read the history of the Tang Dynasty after his death.

There was a sound of water running in the bathroom.

But Du Futu's mind was always tied to the video played on his mobile phone.

After seeing Li Chun, Emperor Xianzong of Tang Dynasty, who ascended the throne eight years after his death, he created the Yuanhe Zhongxing, which led to the internal and external Xianli, and the discipline was once again broken.

Du Futu's eyes flashed with joy.

However, the joy in its eyes slowly dissipated after Li Chun's death, because the issue of the feudal town broke out again.

For the next ten minutes.

Du Futu's eyes wandered back and forth between sadness and joy, and finally after the last joy.

Its eyes darkened again and again.

Seeing that Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty came to the throne at the age of ten, he had no interest in political affairs and allowed the government to be controlled by treacherous ministers.

Du Futu's heart sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, the video was quickly played to show that due to successive years of natural disasters, people were displaced, but the court failed to deal with the disasters and even increased the tax burden.

Du Futu has already seen the ending.

Under this kind of operation, the great Tang Dynasty that once was Zhaozhao, and the great Tang Dynasty that all nations came to dynasty has almost come to an end.

Du Futu sighed lightly.

Looking calmly at Wang Xianzhi on the phone, Huang Chao rebelled.

It wasn't until it saw Chang'an being captured that a trace of fluctuation flashed in its eyes.

But it couldn't utter a word like rebelling against a thief.

Du Futu felt that he could scold An Lushan and Shi Siming, because the imperial court had not failed them, and the saint had not failed them. On the contrary, it was they who had failed the imperial court and the saint.

And this group of ordinary people who revolted.

They are just because they can't live anymore. They are not rebelling, they are just trying to survive.

Du Futu couldn't help but think of his youngest son. He was only two years old and starved to death at home.

How ridiculous.

Guys who are good at corruption and bending the law are high officials, and the wealthy family is full of wine and meat.

However, he adhered to his original intention and wanted to serve Jun Yao and Shun, but he only became a small official who could not support his family.

Thinking about some things from my previous life.

Du Futu also heard the end of the video: "In 908 AD, Zhu Wen killed Tang Aizong Li Jie, and the 289-year history of the Tang Dynasty came to an end."

at the same time.

After taking a shower, Su Buyu put on his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hair.

Originally, Su Buyu usually didn't wear pajamas, but considering that there was Du Futu in the room, the atmosphere might be a little awkward if he only wore shorts.

To avoid this.

Su Buyu still put on the pajamas she hadn't worn for a long time, which were called ice silk pajamas but were mainly made of polyester fiber.

As soon as I exit the bathroom door.

Su Buyu saw Du Futu who was a little worried and in an emo state on the bed.

"Zimei, what are you thinking about?"

After Su Buyu said hello, he looked at the video that had finished playing on his phone and said suddenly: "Hey, isn't it just that the Tang Dynasty has perished? Come on, let me show you something exciting."

Say it.

Su Buyu walked over and picked up the phone, and started tapping the input method with his fingers, but Du Futu sighed: "I'm not sad because the Tang Dynasty perished, I'm just because even if the Tang Dynasty perished, the people's livelihood would still be difficult. sad."

"It's all over, come and see this."

Su Buyu clicked on the search, sat on the bed and invited Du Futu to look at it together.

"The current maximum annual yield per mu of super hybrid rice in my country has exceeded [-] kilograms. Hybrid rice was proposed by the famous Chinese scientist Yuan Longping..."

"Four thousand catties per acre?"

A look of fright flashed through Du Fu Rabbit's eyes. If he remembered correctly, the yield of one acre of rice in the Tang Dynasty was only two to three hundred kilograms.

"No, it's a year-round crop, and it's from Hainan, with three crops a year. And now one acre is probably larger than in the Tang Dynasty."

Su Buyu explained briefly.

"That's it...no, even if one acre of fertile land in Datang could produce one thousand kilograms per acre in the past, it wouldn't be..."

When Du Futu said this, he didn't continue for a long time.

But Su Buyu also guessed its meaning. It should be that everyone can at least have enough to eat and there will be no refugees.

"Hey, this is all thanks to Grandpa Yuan."

Su Buyu pointed to a color photo on the left side of the video. In the photo, an old man with slightly dark skin was standing on the ridge of the field observing the rice ears with a kind face.

Du Futu looked at the old man in the photo with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then heard Su Buyu introducing some of the old man's achievements to it.

gradually.

Du Futu looked at the old man in the photo with admiration in his eyes. This man was no less impressive than Shennong in ancient times, and his name should be remembered throughout the universe.

After telling Du Futu about Grandpa Yuan's achievements.

Su Buyu changed the topic again: "By the way, Zimei, we now have [-] million people."

Su Buyu originally wanted to say [-] billion, but considering that the Tang Dynasty probably didn't have [-] million, he simply changed it to [-] million.

"How much? One hundred and forty million? How can the court support so many people today? Where do so many people live?"

In comparison, the yield per mu is four thousand kilograms.

Du Futu was once again so shocked by the number of [-] people that he even raised his voice.

These are [-] people, not [-] ants.

You must know that during the Tianbao period, when the Tang Dynasty was so prosperous, it only had [-] million people, not even [-] million people.

How could there be so many people and where did they live? Du Futu couldn't help but feel worried for a moment.

"Look at this."

Su Buyu found a picture of a high-rise building and handed it over. The mere explanation was not as shocking as the picture.

"People today live in this Tower of Babel?"

Du Futu was stunned by this series of shocks. When he saw the high-rise buildings towering into the clouds in the picture, he couldn't help but uttered the phrase "Tower of Babel".

"This is just a building, but now most people live in buildings with five, six, twenty or thirty floors."

Su Buyu explained and found a room layout diagram with three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom: "It's like this."

Du Futu looked at the layout and said it would be a lie to say he was not envious.

Think about my thatched cottage back then...

Unexpectedly, one day, I would actually be able to see thousands of vast buildings that could shelter poor people from all over the world, which had never appeared in my dreams.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Du Fu Rabbit laughed, and then he suddenly stood up and bowed to Su Buyu and said, "Thank you sir for allowing Zimei to experience the myriad scenery of today's world. Zimei will have no regrets even if she dies again." ."

"What's the point of not dying?"

Su Buyu waved his hand, suddenly slapped his head and quickly typed a few words on his phone to search.

After a while.

Su Buyu mysteriously slid a few pictures in front of Du Futu's eyes: "Zimei, guess where this is?"

Du Futu heard this.

He looked at the huge Chinese garden building in the picture with some confusion and slowly raised a question mark.

"Please tell me, sir."

"This is Du Fu's Thatched Cottage, the same thatched cottage where you lived when you wrote the song The Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind."

"What, what, what is this."

Du Futu jumped up immediately and said something with a Henan accent.

Could this be my dilapidated hut?

so...

Du Futu looked at the picture with mixed emotions. He never expected that one day he would become a rich man after his death.