Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Wei Shao walked quickly to the bed, and Zhao Zhizhi sat up and threw herself into his arms, choking and saying: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't cry so spinelessly. I was prepared to fail a long time ago, but I still Can’t help it.”

Wei Shao sighed, rubbed her hair, and said softly: "You never have to say sorry to me, and you don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. I can be your backing, waiting for you to arrange all the matters in the village. , just follow me back to the capital, and I will ask the Holy Lord for instructions to open a warehouse and release grain to help the people north of Cangzhou."

Zhao Zhizhi lowered his eyes and let his tears fall on the bed, blooming a small flower.

After a moment, she said with tears in her eyes: "I want to try again. If it doesn't work, I will give up."

Wei Shao said warmly: "Okay."

Zhao Zhizhi tightened her arms, hugged his waist and sniffed, "Why are you so nice to me?"

She just asked casually, but Wei Shao answered seriously: "Because you are my wife. No matter what happens, I will stand with you, hold your hand, and grow old together with you."

Zhao Zhizhi whimpered and hit him, "Can you please stop saying touching words when I'm sad? My emotions will really break down."

Wei Shao said helplessly: "Okay, I will listen to you, I won't say anything anymore."

After a good sleep, Zhao Zhizhi basically calmed down.

She began to diligently take care of the corn seeds buried in the soil again.

Two days later.

"Have the seeds sprouted?" Zhao Zhizhi still couldn't believe what she saw. She rubbed her eyes, squatted on the ground and looked at the little green sprouts carefully over and over again. It took a long time before she finally believed her... Eye.

She stood up excitedly, eager to tell the whole village the good news immediately.

Her experiment was successful, which meant that they could grow something edible with their own hands.

Even if the drought continues for several more years, as long as there is a constant supply of water on the cliff, they will no longer be afraid of starvation every day.

Zhao Zhizhi immediately summoned the entire village as quickly as possible.

The villagers surrounded this small piece of land with water.

Their reaction was even stronger than Zhao Zhizhi's. They all stared at the little green ya with their eyes widened and trembling all over, and even asked the people around them to slap themselves hard.

Zhao Zhizhi smiled, clapped his hands, and said to them: "What you see is true. As long as you put in the effort, you can also grow something to eat."

The villagers came to their senses and shouted excitedly to the sky: "God, we finally don't have to worry about starving to death."

"My old bones have been idle at home for so long, and I can finally farm again."

Some villagers knelt on the ground and cried in the direction of their homes: "Father, mother, did you hear this? My son survived."

"Daughter, you left too early. You could have survived, but you just couldn't think of it, just to give us two useless old things a chance to eat."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhizhi was deeply touched, but had to interrupt them.

"Folks, before the news leaks out, everyone should go to the town or county to buy seeds."

Speaking of this, she paused and continued: "But I want to remind everyone, there is a fine line in life. When you buy seeds, don't buy all the seeds. Buy enough for yourself, just use it. After that, the dealer will pay for it." We will continue to stock up.”

The villagers immediately wiped away their tears and stood up, "The village chief is right, there is no time for us to stir things up here now. Everyone left quickly and divided into two groups. Some went to the county town to buy seeds, and the older ones were left. Those who are weak can go to town."

Zhao Zhizhi had already decided on the itinerary without even giving instructions. Seeing the rare scene of the villagers working together, she couldn't help but nodded with relief.

The villagers who rushed to the town could only go on foot. The county seat was still a long way from the village, but there were not many livestock available in the village, and even if they brought out all the old and young, it would not be enough.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Li Chong got Zhao Zhizhi's flying pigeon message and took all the county government's livestock to help.

At this time, the whole village was mobilized, and the scene was spectacular.

The Zhao family's father and brother also wanted to go, but were stopped by Zhao Zhizhi.

Father Zhao turned back and asked, "Zhizhi, don't we need something?"

Now the backbone of the Zhao family is Zhao Zhizhi. The Zhao family's father and brother will always ask Zhao Zhizhi for his opinion on anything they do.

Zhao Zhizhi opened his hands and held the oilcloth bag and said, "I still have a lot of seeds left here, enough for us to plant."

Zhao Ermu rubbed the back of his head and said, "The more the merrier, right?"

Zhao Zhizhi raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Before he could say a word, Zhao Yimu gave Zhao Ermu a mallet, "You are stupid, how much can that kind of person have? It's probably not enough for the 200 people in our village. How can it be your turn?" The more, the merrier.”

Zhao Ermu was in pain, squeezed his eyes and said angrily: "Brother, don't hit me all the time. Just say what you have to say. If you keep hitting me, you'll make me stupid."

Zhao Yimu rolled up his sleeves and struck another blow with the mallet. He said, "You have such a brain, I can beat you hundreds of times and you still can't be stupid anymore. You still dare to talk back. I think your skin is itchy."

This time, Zhao Ermu was prepared to get out of the way and quickly hid behind Zhao Zhizhi.

"Zhizhi, I didn't say anything. Look at big brother, he's still reluctant to let you go, just like a girl."

The corners of Zhao Zhizhi's mouth twitched slightly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

When he raised his eyes again, the corners of Zhao Yimu's mouth were raised, his expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and he looked very strange.

Zhao Zhizhi immediately averted his gaze and silently lit a candle for Zhao Ermu in his heart, "Second brother, please wish yourself good luck."

Father Zhao and Zhao Sanmu also consciously retreated to a safe place as if they were accustomed to it.

A few seconds later, the sound of Zhao Ermu crying and howling was heard from the Zhao family, "Oh, brother, I was wrong. Oh, brother, don't slap me in the face!"

The villagers rushed to buy the seeds in the early morning. They didn't care about rest, and all rushed to Zhao's house in a tacit understanding.

Zhao Zhizhi had already guessed that they would come directly, so he had been waiting in the courtyard since the afternoon.

"Village chief, I bought the seeds. Take a look and see if they can be planted?"

The villagers took out the seeds they were protecting in their arms and carefully unfolded them in front of Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi checked them one by one and asked about the varieties of seeds. After thinking for a moment, he said, "You should have more experience in farming than me. I'm not sure if there is anything wrong with the seeds. You should ask yourselves about this."

The villagers couldn't understand the quality of the seeds, but they were already frightened by the famine and began to lose confidence in this aspect.