The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 272 Only she can cure the relapse of the old disease
Tantai Lin's eyes were scarlet, and he raised his sword and pierced the chest of the enemy general. Then he flipped the sword around, and a large hole was visible to the naked eye in the man's chest.

The people next to him were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they subconsciously wanted to run back, but they saw Tantai Lin glance over at him. They were so frightened that they couldn't move. They looked at the man who looked like a murderous god, with an evil smile on his lips. As if dismantling a toy, he raised the knife and chopped off the man's limbs.

"Crazy! Crazy! That's a crazy murderer!" The enemy troops were retreating steadily, and the panic towards Tantai Lin reached its peak.

Is this fucking human?It’s basically a killing machine, okay?
When Chen Zhongyu saw Tantai Lin fighting in the distance, he couldn't help but feel frightened. Is that person that important?
He could turn the bloodthirsty maniac into a gentle scholar and stay at home leisurely for two months. During the time Miss Jing was here, he had never seen his master have such a gentle side.

After Miss Jing left, the prince became very restless for some unknown reason. It happened that the blind Jie tribe came to provoke him and instantly transformed into a bloodthirsty god of murder.

Looking at it like this, it seems that people below are not tired, and no one dares to go there. The area around Tantai Lin has become a vacuum zone.

The setting sun slowly set, and the blood was as red as the blood flowing all over the ground. Tantai Lin finally stopped killing and returned to the camp dragging the bloody sword.

Jing Li looked at the setting sun that was gradually sinking into the water, and ordered everyone: "Go back and collect the accounts slowly. If you continue to delay, it will be dark!"

Xiao Cuiniang smiled and stuffed the money into her waist bag. There was no room for it in the waistband of her trousers. She simply made a waist bag to hold the money. It was more convenient to tie it around her waist. Anyway, with people like Shen Zhiming and Dalang guarding her, she didn't have to worry about anyone. Come to steal or rob.

"Ah!" Little Cuiniang suddenly exclaimed, and Jingli and others immediately went over. By this time, all the vendors on the grassland had left, and the only ones left were villagers who were not in a hurry.

Wang Dun's daughter-in-law, who came to sell ready-made clothes, quickly asked: "Xiao Cuiniang, what's going on?"

After Xiao Cuiniang screamed, she recovered and smiled: "It's okay, it's just a few bugs."

Wang Dun's daughter-in-law looked down and was shocked: "God, why are there so many bugs?"

When Jingli heard the sound, she went over and saw Xiaocuiniang and Wang Dun's daughter-in-law swatting insects off some fabric samples. When she looked carefully, she was shocked. They were actually locusts.

Jing Li frowned and asked Wang Youcai: "Uncle Youcai, are there many locust plagues in our area?"

Wang Youcai was packing up his fur goods. Hearing this, he replied: "There were very few locust plagues in our area. The last time there was a locust plague, I was still a child. It has been decades since then."

Now he comes here every ninth day to collect fur goods, and when he is done, he gives it to his second son, who goes out with Wan Baoquan, and sells it to people who have been doing the fur goods business all year round. The income from this return is not ordinary, and it is as much as what his family used to do in a year. of harvest.

Not to mention that this person must be able to live a good life, which is also hard work, but after marrying this girl, the family has enough food, clothing and spare money. This year, many people have come to propose marriage to the third child in his family.

Thinking of this, Wang Youcai felt even more grateful to Jing Li and comforted her with a smile: "Girl, don't worry. There are certain conditions for this locust plague to occur. It won't happen without reason."

Mr. Jing and others were not familiar with the local conditions here, and naturally they did not understand the locust plague here, but Wang Youcai was a native of the area and should be very familiar with this area.

Jing Li looked at the swarms of locusts carefully and asked again: "Uncle Youcai, under what conditions is a locust plague likely to occur?"

Wang Youcai replied patiently: "Locust plagues usually occur because of droughts for several consecutive years. Isn't there a saying that if a drought lasts for a long time, there will be locusts!"

"There was some drought here in the past two years, but the Beishui River has still bottomed out. This drought will not breed locusts."

"Furthermore, when a locust plague occurs, the previous winter is usually very warm, and the next summer rains more, so the locusts can survive more easily." "But look, girl, the winter you were here last year was not even warm, let alone warm. Such heavy snow will freeze people to death!"

"Besides, it hasn't rained much this year, so this locust plague is basically impossible!"

On the other side, Wang Dun'er helped Xiao Cuiniang clean up the stall, and then came over and said, "Uncle Youcai is right, don't worry, girl."

"If we don't get much rain here, the conditions are actually quite good. With such a big river, we don't have to worry about not having water to irrigate the fields. The only bad thing is that the Liao people and horse bandits come to harass us."

"Now, thanks to the girl, neither the Liao nor the horse bandits dare to come. We can still do business safely and make money. Our old Beishan is now considered a golden nest!"

Wang Dun's daughter-in-law laughed while talking. She was becoming more and more satisfied with her life today.

Her man can do woodwork and does big work at the Jing family's construction site. He earns almost five taels of silver in a month.

She took the fabrics from Cuiniang's hands and stayed up late to make the clothes. There were other old ladies in the village who also helped to make the clothes. She would buy them every nine and collect deposits at the same time. No, today she has taken over Mohu's department again. More than 20 pieces of clothing.

A piece of clothing, regardless of the fabric and labor cost, would cost at least half a pound of silver. She could earn nearly ten taels of silver every nine days.

Those grassland people sold their cattle and sheep to Jing Dafu and the others. There were no miscellaneous taxes and they only had to pay a few cents for garbage cleaning. The price was higher than what the caravans had paid in the past. Therefore, more and more grassland people went there. Here comes the gush.

Now that he has money, he is willing to buy more clothes for his family and buy some luxuries such as tea, and the entire market economy becomes alive.

The old woman from Tianqiangzi took a few children from Wang Duner's family and Wang Youcai's family to put the cow and sheep dung into the frame. The man who was leaving work came over and took the cow and sheep dung.

There isn’t much of anything these days. If the cow and sheep dung is fermented, it will be very useful for farmers in the fields.

What's more, Tian Gengzi's wife gets a hundred coppers every time she comes to collect garbage, and even her children only get about ten coppers.

Mrs. Tian said that even if she was not paid for this job, she would still come to collect the cow and sheep dung.

Jingli told her that the market might open every three days in the future. The money must be paid, and the cleaning must be done well to prevent the market from getting bigger and bigger in the future, causing the river water to be polluted.

By the time Jing Dafu and the others finished dismantling the pontoon bridge, this man had already come to pick them up with a torch.

"Isn't there a moon? Why are you using tung oil to light a torch?" Jing Dafu said to his mother-in-law while packing up the boat.

His mother-in-law glared at him: "So what if the moon is big? If I accidentally fall into the river, can it be caused by a little tung oil?"

The group returned to the village with torches, and people in the village who had eaten hurried over to greet them.

After Jingli ate in a hurry, she went inside, locked the door, and began to enter the space to see if there were any ancient records about the locust plague.

(End of this chapter)