The blessing of the Qing Dynasty is difficult to pass

Chapter 725 Drought
In the 57th year of Kangxi in the last life, the leader of the Junggar Tribe, Tserwang Alabatan, sent troops to attack Tibet. The leader of Tibet, Lhazang Khan, asked Kangxi to send troops to rescue him.

After careful consideration, Kangxi appointed the fourteenth elder brother as the general of Fuyuan, and led his troops to fight against Cewang Alabutan.And the fourteenth elder brother was named the king of the general, and he set off with the standard of the emperor himself.

It is precisely because of this that many people later thought that Yinzhen's throne had come from a wrong path, saying that Kangxi's preferred successor was the Fourteenth Prince, otherwise he would not have been named the Great General King, and he would have marched as the Son of Heaven himself.

You must know that the fourteenth elder brother's previous title was just a small shellfish, and he suddenly became the king, and he was still the king of the general. This is Kangxi improving his prestige!
Thinking of this, Yinxiang snorted coldly, and said, "If Huang Ama really wanted to pass on his throne, he would not be driven to the west, after all, Huang Ama's health has not been very good in those years."

"The reason why Huang Ama did this was to elevate his status and let the fourth brother treat him better in the future. In her later years, Huang Ama loved Shishi very much."

"It turned out that it was Ce Wang Allah Butan who caused the trouble, then you should send someone to investigate." Yi Rao urged.

The grievances and grievances of the previous life are over, now the most important thing is to quickly find out the dangerous person Fourteenth Brother.

Either murder or arson, for future generations he is definitely a terrorist and needs to be severely punished!
"Well, I'll go right away." Yinxiang responded and went out to arrange people.

The fourteenth elder brother may have left the capital at present, so although Yinzhen Yinxiang has strengthened the security of the capital, he did not search for it with much fanfare.

After the first lunar month, Yi Rao moved to Daoxiang Village with a few children. The reconstruction work of Daoxiang Village has been completed, Xinde School is intact, and the students have started school.

On the first day of school, Yi Rao did not attend class, but took all the students to weed the farmland around Daoxiang Village.

Last year's Recalling Kusi Sweet Rice was not very effective, so Yi Rao simply added an agricultural class this year to teach these noble girls to identify crops and do some basic farm work.

Although the students were complaining secretly in their hearts, none of them showed it on the surface. Last semester, Yi Rao's dominance was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. They chose to endure the normal level of torture in silence.

Yi Rao discussed with the farmers in the farmland near Daoxiang Village in advance, drew out the area, and sent troops to surround the area, and then pulled the students over in a carriage.

Wheat seedlings and leeks are generally difficult to distinguish between the two. Today's first agricultural class, Yi Rao's requirement is to accurately distinguish the wheat seedlings from the leeks, and get rid of the weeds in the two ridges of wheat that she has been assigned.

If a wheat seedling is damaged, one hundred copper coins will be compensated, and the peasant woman will guide the inspection by the side.

In February, the cold wind is still blowing, but standing under the sun, it is not too cold.Yi Rao sat on the ground and drank tea leisurely, watching the students bending over to work with a smile.

Sitting next to her was a seventy-year-old farmer, who was also holding a cup of tea in his hand, and his wrinkled old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Huh? I looked at the field, why is it dry? It's time to irrigate." Yi Rao glanced at the soil in the wheat field and said.

When the old farmer heard this, the smile on his face faded a little, and there was worry in his cloudy eyes, "If we go back to Fujin, no, there was a little snowfall all winter last year, so I'm afraid there will be a drought."

In ancient times, farmers planted the land, depending on the mood of God. If the weather is good, the harvest will be good, but if there is drought and waterlogging, then it will be bitter.

Upon hearing this, Yi Rao's expression turned serious, and she quickly asked Xiao Bailong to calculate the latest weather in her mind.

Xiao Bailong said weakly, "The ability is limited, and we can only infer within a month. Anyway, there will be no rain in the next month."

Yi Rao's heart sank, "So, I'm afraid there will be a drought?"

"Can someone use well water for irrigation?"

Yi Rao remained silent.

Irrigation in ancient times was much more difficult than in modern times. It all depended on the common people to irrigate the fields with buckets, which was slow and tiring.

If it doesn't rain all the time, the last piece of land is watered, and the first piece of land is dry again, and watering will continue, endlessly.

"Don't worry, old man. If there is really a drought, the emperor will definitely send people to help the disaster. I dare not say it in other places, but in our Gyeonggi area, there will never be starvation to death."

"With Fujin's words, the old man is at ease." The old farmer was grateful, and the worries in his heart eased.

"If there is a real disaster, the old man can come to Daoxiang Village to find me, Prince Yi's Mansion will do everything to help the villagers." Yi Rao said again.

The old farmer's lips trembled with excitement, he quickly put the tea bowl in his hand on the coffee table, and knelt down for Yi Rao with a plop.

"Fu Jin, your words are enough, old man, old man..." He was so excited that he didn't know how to express his feelings at all.

Yi Rao hurriedly helped him up, "Old man, please get up quickly, it is the duty of the royal family to prevent the people under his rule from suffering from starvation."

With tears in his grateful eyes, the old farmer kept chanting about the mighty grace of the emperor and the mighty grace of the emperor.

Seeing the old farmer like this, Yi Rao felt even heavier.This is the farmer in China. She did nothing but talk and let the old farmer cry in gratitude.

They are so contented.Doing the hardest work and eating the most humble meals, a little favor will be remembered in their hearts.

As a ruler, with such a group of people under his rule, no one with a little conscience should treat them harshly.

Alas, in the era of low productivity in ancient times, being a conscientious ruler was hard work, and it was not easy to get enough food for the people of the whole country.

On the first day of school at Xinde Academy, Yi Rao's heart was as heavy as a stone.

When Yinxiang came back at night, she told him the conversation she had with the old farmer during the day, "Are there any precautions?"

Yinxiang frowned, with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the room, "The water conservancy facilities are not perfect, so there are no preventive measures."

Whether you can have enough to eat really depends on God's will.

"Then just watch the drought happen?"

"You can close your eyes." The rare Yinxiang joked.

Yi Rao rolled her eyes, and twisted his arm fiercely, "You still have the mood to joke."

Yinxiang hissed and yelled pain on purpose, "Take it easy! Just concentrate on teaching your students. My fourth brother and I will try our best to do this kind of thing."

Yinxiang has long had such a wish: he hopes that Yirao's eyes will no longer see the hardships and sorrows in this world, and he wants her to live happily and carefree.

It's a pity that his ability is too low to do this. Yi Rao followed him and suffered a lot these years.

(End of this chapter)