Tomorrow

　　 Chapter 36 Where is my potato?

　　 "You and your aunt work hard, it is not difficult to give me a younger brother, right?"

　　 Yunzhao is terrified when he thinks that he has become a target of public criticism.

　　 "Your aunt wants to give birth to a boy until he dies."

　　 "Huh? My aunt is gone?"

　　 "Yes, poor woman, gave birth to three girls, and lived one..."

　　 "Marry again...ah—"

　　 Before Yunzhao's words were finished, he was kicked into the flower bed.

The roses in the flower bed were blooming and the hard thorns on the branches were sharp. Yun Zhao was taken out of the flower bed by Fu Bo Xiao Mimi. After removing the thorns, he patted Yun Zhao’s ass. Slapped: "Good job! If this continues, your sixth uncle will really treat you as a son.

　　 has told the big lady a long time ago that you don't have to worry about the Yin Clan. As long as you are getting along well with your sixth uncle, you are blood relatives, and everything will be yours at that time, she will never listen! "

　　 Yunzhao smiled and said, "I really like Uncle Six."

　　 Fu Bo looked at Yun Zhao and laughed loudly: "Yes, it's like this, it's like this, you're not even a little bit better than your father."

　　 "I really like Uncle Six!"

　　 Fu Bo laughed harder, but his eyes that were always squinted were more energetic.

　　 Mr. Xu was very interested today. After teaching the children, he stood on the long case and drew a picture of the Buddha.

　　 Yunzhao didn't know the Buddha, so he asked Mr. Xu, but Mr. Xu said that this was not a Buddha, but a sage he had drawn from the painting method of Buddha murals.

"Who is this sage? Confucius? It doesn't look like it." Yun Zhao also didn't know this sage. At least, the sage with ravines on his head doesn't look like a person. If a person's head grows like this, I am afraid it is hard to be called a person.

　　 "It's not Confucius, it's not Lao Zhuang, it's not Yan Hui, it's the sage in my heart..."

　　 Mr. Xu is a little sad.

　　 "Why draw such a sage?"

　　 "I really hope that such a sage can solve the doubts in my heart and save the coming troubled times.

Your husband, I was originally a disciple of Mr. Hengqu. When we were young, we made a great aspiration to establish our hearts for this world, to establish our life and people, to continue to learn for the sage, and to establish peace for all generations... Thirty years have passed. Now, I didn't do the same, and I still had to watch the building fall, and the souls were overwhelmed... but there was nothing I could do. "

　　 Yunzhao was silent for a moment, rolled up the picture and held it in his arms and said, "Give this picture to the students!"

　　 "Your recent schoolwork is not good!"

　　 "Because I have no intention of studying!"

　　 "Why do you have no intention of studying?"

　　 "Because I want to live first... sir."

　　 "Did the boar spirit tell you that the future will be so difficult?"

　　 "No one can escape... half of them will die."

　　 Mr. Xu was silent for a long time, and sighed: "After Zhu Ming is finished, who can run the world roughly?"

　　 Yunzhao smiled bitterly: "It is probably the worst ending of the worst."

　　 "Oh, that's the rogue sitting in the world... well, this painting belongs to you."

　　 Yunzhao didn't understand why Mr. Rogue said that sitting in the world was the worst ending, but he immediately woke up. In Mr.'s choice, there has never been an option for Nurhachi as a big family.

He thought that the chaos in the world was already terrifying, and that Zhu Mingjiang’s collapse was the extreme he could imagine. He thought that the cruelty of life was the most terrible thing in the world. …This is the extreme that he can see with his eyes and what he can imagine in his chest.

　　 A sharp pain came from his buttocks. Yun Zhao's small body flew in the air for a while and then landed on the ground, rubbing a full three feet of distance on the yellow ground.

　　 "Dare you distract yourself when facing an enemy?"

　　 Uncle Yunmeng's ugly face with Chinese characters appeared in front of Yun Zhao. Of course, he was picked up again.

Yun Yang was about to be crushed to death by the blue bricks on his back, yelling to prop up his body with his arms, one of Yun Juan’s legs was hoisted high, his crotch had been torn, and the bird was weakly slumped to one side. He must use this leg to pull up the blue brick on the other side of the rope to be more comfortable.

　　 Yunshu, Yunshu is still running, as for the other brothers... also have their own miserable conditions.

　　When Uncle Fu was training, everyone could still act like coquettish and lazy. Uncle Robber started to take over training... No one had a good life. Go home and tell your parents that your parents dare to say a word. Uncle Robber even beats his parents...

　　 Yunzhao has not shed tears for a long time, although his mind has matured, his body is still young, crying is not controlled by rational intelligence at all, it is controlled by instinct.

　　 Therefore, when he was in pain, his tears couldn't help but fall.

　　 Then, the pain will increase again, because the bandits and robbers have no humanity at all! !

　　The heat in Guanzhong has been continuing. The emergence rate of millet and broomcorn millet planted on the hillside is very low. Only the seedlings in the paddy field are still the same. This year's autumn grain harvest will not be too good has become a conclusion.

　　 Therefore, the stone wall at the entrance of Yun's Zhuangzi was raised by one foot again by the mother's order. At the same time, the villagers in Zhuangzi were ordered that this year, all grains will be purchased by Yun's Dafang.

　　 No matter how much grain is collected, Yun's grain depot is still empty, like a bottomless pit, even if Fu Bo brought back all the grain that originally belonged to the Qian family, the grain depot was still empty.

　　 The shopkeepers of several grain shops in Chang'an came to the house. His mother met them in the atrium. No matter how these people begged, her mother still did not intend to sell the food.

　　 "The harvest of the summer grain has only now been completed, and the price of a load of grain is already three taels of silver."

　　 While eating, Mother Yun glanced at her son in front of the sisters at home and sighed.

　　 "Madam, why don't you sell it at a high price?"

　　 The tall Yunxia asked carefully the doubts in her heart.

　　 "The price is high? The price will be even higher next year! At that time, a load of grain can be exchanged for two girls like you!"

　　 Yunxia immediately lowered her head, seemingly afraid that the aunt would sell her.

　　 Yun Zhao looked at the trembling sisters, and finally decided to go out to eat with their rice bowls. It was too depressing here.

　　 With Yun Meng and Yun Fu having dinner together, they are much happier. At least listening to them talks, Yun Zhao's heart is full of hope.

"Monk Peng now knows that he is at a disadvantage, thinking that our family only needs food and livestock to let him take advantage of him. Now, hehe...I want to buy food from my grandfather. When the pile of gold and silver is hungry and dying, grandpa will pick up the silver at that time."

　　 "You have to be careful that Monk Peng jumps over the wall!"

　　"Jump, just wait for him to jump. The government is now staring at Weinan Plain, and wants to get food from Weinan Plain. At this time, when he jumped out, the government was just in time for him to have a knife.

　　 Our family is now all land-farming people. There are no robbers. The big lady will even pay this year’s taxes. A Yunjia village has thousands of acres of land and has the ancestors' fame. How much can it be paid? "

　　 Fu Bo smiled and put down the bowl of rice and said, "Is all the surplus grain from the surrounding villages entering our house?"

　　Yun smiled fiercely and said: "I have collected everything that can be collected, and I don’t spend much of the gold and silver accumulated in the stockade over the years."

　　 Yunfu nodded and said, "What do you want those things to do? If you accumulate too much, it will attract the coveting of military households. Only food is the foundation of this troubled world!"

　　 Yunzhao was very excited while eating and listening to the two elders talking. He put down his rice bowl and said, "We should save more food."

　　 Yun violently raised his hand and rubbed Yun Zhao's round head and said, "This is a truth that everyone knows, so you don't need to say more."

　　 Yunzhao smiled and said, "Will we grow corn and potatoes in the future?"

Yun Fu frowned and said, "Corn? Potatoes? Never heard of it! Children don’t want to talk nonsense. Although the millet and millet have been severely affected by the drought, they still have a little harvest. You said these two things, Uncle Fu, I have grown my whole life. I have never heard of it."

　　 Yunzhao smiled when he heard Fubo say this. The yellow soil is very suitable for planting these two things, especially potatoes. As long as the seeds are found, Yunzhao feels that the famine problem may be greatly alleviated.

　　 He remembers clearly that these two things were introduced to China at this time, how could they not be found?