It seemed that the entire Yangtze River and Yellow River basin began to flood overnight, and the people were moved to safe areas, and millions of people became homeless overnight.

The scale of this flood was even far greater than that of the floods in the Jianghuai River and Huanghuai River back then. Moreover, because the coastal economy is more prosperous than before, the losses are definitely greater than that of many years ago.

However, years of disaster prevention plans finally came into use at this moment. Military camps in various places began to accept disaster victims in an orderly manner, the distribution of food, the distribution of tents, and the development of epidemic prevention all seemed orderly.

Granaries in various places received warnings from research institutes in various places early, and most of the harvested grain was transferred to a safe area.

Unlike previous floods and disasters, starting this year, soldiers were allocated to participate in flood control work in various places, from maintaining order, guiding traffic to distributing food, and treating the wounded, the overall work was being carried out in an orderly manner.

Before the local government could even open warehouses and release grain, the first batch of disaster emergency food had arrived in various military camps.

In this situation, the riots after the disaster did not occur. In some places, the floods were immediately removed, and the post-disaster reconstruction work began under the leadership of the local government.

As early as Luzhou, the use of labor-for-relief by Song Beiyun became the mainstream of this stage.

In addition to the military camps where the floods have not faded, the medical and health care work is also carried out in an orderly manner. Everyone says that there will be a major epidemic after the disaster, but under the auspices of medical colleges in various places, drinking boiled water, eating cooked food, washing hands frequently, and taking baths frequently has become a habit. Those wearing white coats have become trustworthy people in the hearts of the victims.

"The construction of the system is not a matter of a day or a night. You cannot be complacent because you have achieved a small amount of achievements. The road ahead is still long. Now you are doing well, but it is better than before, but it is still far from my requirements." Song Beiyun delivered a speech at the meeting and said: "The security of the country and the safety of the people's lives are above everything else. You do not ask whether your ability is high or low. Human life is greater than that of the heavens. Remember it in mind. If there is a loss of life and property caused by human negligence, I will definitely track it down to the end and find out that you will never be able to get up in your life."

After collecting information over the past few days, the sampling content has been submitted to Song Beiyun's table. The little red guys from the Agricultural College did not cheat. The overall grain output this year is no longer as doubled compared with previous years. Take Fengxiang Mansion around Chang'an as an example. Except for last year, the annual grain yield was 207 kilograms, while the average yield per mu reached 542 kilograms, and the average yield doubled. In the county last year, the new pioneering of 125,500 acres, and the per capita land acre was 5.75 acres.

In other words, the annual grain ownership per capita is 3,117 kilograms. Although the output of about 70% of state-owned farmland is based on the individual average, no matter which method is used, this is a bumper harvest.

Song Beiyun vaguely remembered that amateur history enthusiast Miaoyan told him that the annual per capita grain possession in the entire Song Dynasty was about 600 to 800 kilograms, and it fell to about 300 to 500 in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Now the per capita 300 kilograms in Chang'an area is almost the same as the estimated output of four times that bad boy.

Of course, this is because there are experimental fields, high-yield crops and various new technologies here. If you cut these three thousand kilograms according to the national ratio, you will have two thousand kilograms left.

Song Beiyun believes that the amount of grain per capita of 2,000 kilograms is reliable, which means that it can still be equivalent to the conservative estimates of bad boys, about three times.

In such a disaster year, the grain output was three times higher than in previous years. No one believed this. Even Song Beiyun thought at first glance that someone was engaged in digital fraud. If he hadn't personally checked it, he wouldn't believe it.

After knowing that food is free, his next step is to start presiding over flood control and disaster relief work. At this stage, it is impossible to compete with natural disasters of this scale. All he can do is to ensure the safety of people's lives, post-disaster reconstruction, quarantine and epidemic prevention work.

These things are all highlights, especially antibiotics such as penicillin can be mass-produced in medical schools, and the salicylic acid series has also been included in patent medicines. Compared with the previous methods of epidemic prevention, people now have more choices.

Moreover, compared with the future era when everyone is a drugmaker, people in this era have not experienced the baptism of antibiotics, nor are they bacteria and viruses. They are as fragile as their hosts. A bottle of penicillin alone can be called a magical medicine. Unless it is a special primary disease, as long as it is an infection series, there are not many that can withstand the efficacy of penicillin and aspirin.

In the evening, Song Beiyun was invited to attend the Jiuchi Meat Forest Conference, but he did not refuse. This was a carnival belonging to all members of the Academy of Sciences. They had reasons for being excited because they finally made it a reality that they did not starve to death by the disaster. The feeling of venting anger made these young people, who were under 30, want to fly into the sky.

The same thing happened in Jinling. When Zhao Xing looked at the briefing of the harvest and the briefing of the disaster on his desk at the same time, he felt that the world was particularly magical...

Even the knowledgeable Ding Xiang was incredible. Ding Xiang, a practical man, made the same choice as Song Beiyun. That afternoon after he learned the news, he got into a carriage and rushed out of Jinling City in the heavy rain, and came to the surrounding county town for sampling and investigation.

He did not see the hungry people, but only migrant workers who were orderly covering the grain with oil cloth and moving it to a high place. There were also local officials who commanded in the rain to prevent the Censorate from finding opportunities to deduct points.

But even after seeing it, Ding Xiang did not immediately believe the scene in front of him. He found an old man who was wiping his tears in front of the tent and asked him if he was crying because he was hungry.

The old man said no, he cried because the dog at home was washed away by the water, and he missed it in his heart.

Even Ding Xiang felt that the world was magical. After returning to Jinling the next day, he was still unwilling to give up, so he went directly to the market to conduct on-site investigation. If the food price soared, it means that everything he saw before was fake.

But after he inquired, he found that the grain had indeed risen, but the increase was very small. According to a large local second-level grain trader, the price increase was because of disasters everywhere and roads were blocked. The cost of transporting grain increased by 30%. When the flood receded, if the government did not guarantee the price of grain, it would plummet, because there was too much food this year, so that in the village, a pound of grain could be exchanged for seven cents to ten cents for private grain traders, but this year it would be a big deal.

After collecting enough evidence, Ding Xiang realized that the disaster year and the harvest could appear at the same time. He sat alone in the grain station for a long time, constantly holding clusters of white rice in his hand, his eyes dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If you dare to suppress the price of grain, I will guarantee that your head will fall."

At this moment, the monk was slamming the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue in the Ministry of Revenue: "Do you want to try it?"

"You monk... are so murderous."

The Left Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was timid. It would be strange if someone else didn't let someone tell the monk out of no sense of importance, but this monk couldn't...

"Who would have thought that there would be so much surplus this year... If the grain price is not suppressed, the Ministry of Revenue will not be able to afford it. Master, you really have to dodge me."

"If you can't afford it, ask the officials for money. The court must ensure that every family of three of three has an income of about 30 knots per year. If you suppress the price of grain, there will be no one in the food next year. If the grain output does not exceed the red line next year, you can try it!"

The left assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue was full of sweat on his forehead. What is a red line? It was a line of death. Other departments were fine, but the red line of the Ministry of Revenue could not be touched. If it was really as the monk said that the annual grain output could not be matched by the red line, there would be no need for the official family to end up. Song Beiyun came here to kill people with a knife.

"I'll ask for instructions... I'll ask for instructions. Master, you have to bear some on the other side, otherwise the Ministry of Revenue will not be able to eat so much food."

"If you can't eat, go to make wine and feed the animals." The monk shook his sleeves and hurried out: "As long as you don't waste it, everything will be done. But you have to eat food, and you have to eat it if you don't eat it! There is no need to discuss it."

After seeing off this irritable monk, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue collapsed on the chair for a long time before taking out the memorial and began to write the memorial upwards with a trembling look.

The news from the Liao Kingdom also came to Fo Baonu. She was not as surprised as Zhao Xing. She just sat at the window holding pastries in her hand watching the rain, looking extremely peaceful and peaceful.

"The rain is still a bit beautiful today. I just don't know what happened to my prince, I miss you very much."

"Roar, you know you won't be famine anymore, so you started to miss your son. You couldn't pull it out a few days ago."

Miaoyan, who was lying on the bed reading, suddenly said, and Fo Baonu turned around and glanced at her: "Don't say such disappointing words, it's so disgusting."

No longer making sense, she continued to quietly appreciate the rain. As for disaster relief, she just followed Chang'an. The Liao Kingdom would follow the policy of Chang'an. No matter how the effect was, it would be correct.

Thinking of the food agreement that the Song State delegation almost pressed her hand to sign last winter, I was still angry before, but now I really thanked me. If Song Beiyun was present now, I would definitely hold her in my arms.

No wonder the Emperor of Song was so at ease that he allowed a "Night Emperor" to exist in the world. This person's decision can really save a country. He forced the promotion of manure and fertilizer, forced the planting of strange grains, and forced the rebate of herds and grains to be changed. Now it seems that he really saved the life of the Liao Kingdom.

A bumper harvest! With the flood outside, the harvest is so great that the Food and Food Commission has made great contributions!

Now Fo Baonu has figured it out. What's the use of working so hard? It's better to just follow the butt and pick up the ready-made ones. Anyway, it's not embarrassing, right? How can you be considered embarrassing to pick up some results behind the butt of the future emperor of Liao Kingdom?

"After the flood, the capital will be moved soon." Fo Baonu picked up a dried fruit and put it in his mouth, took a bite and beat it up: "Hey... it's so sour."

"What are your plans afterwards?"

"Me?" Fo Baonu turned his head and looked at Miaoyan: "I first write to Zhao Xing. I ask that the School of Engineering and Medical School be promoted to Liao Kingdom. What do you think?"

"He will ask you to find Song Beiyun."

"Then look for him, can he eat me?"

"Hehe." Miaoyan raised his head slightly: "If you want to eat, you should eat him. Every time you come out of him, you smell like heather in your mouth."

Fo Baonu gave her a blank look and decided not to talk to her today.

But five minutes later, she still couldn't help it and turned her head and asked, "What do you think my baby is doing? Will she be bullied?"

"Your baby, it's natural to be bullied. If you don't get bullied, you can only say that the tutors of the other children are really good."

Fo Baonu was worried. She didn't really think about the child a few days ago. Her mind was full of famine. But now after getting good news, she calmed down and her mind was full of sons.

"Okay, I also think that the child teaches him better than you, and you have to ruin the child." Miaoyan adjusted his posture and put down the book: "I'm sleeping, don't bother me."

"How can you talk to me like this!"

"Don't bother!"

"oh……"

Fo Baonu sighed and turned his head silently to look at the horizon. The heavier the rain outside, the more she missed her son... she felt very sad.

If the flood is spreading, the losses will definitely be lost. However, as long as people starve to death on a large scale and people do not have to eat people, there are actually not many things that can be done.

Even the people are the same. Some people who are older are immediately scared to stock up on such rain when they see this kind of rain. However, after a few days, they find that no matter how many people are buying grain in the market, the grain is not small or rising.

Most people are wondering, you should know that in previous years, there was a rhythm of the destruction of the country, drought and flooding every year, and no harvest for two years, and people would starve to death.

But this year's magical incident made many people not understand what was going on. Even the farmer himself did not know why things were just right, and it was even once said that it was God's will.

But if it is really God blessed, only those who understand the mystery can know that precocious varieties have encountered warm winter and fertile land. Some people may complain that this year's new rice is not as fragrant as previous years, but that doesn't matter, because it doesn't matter whether the rice smells fragrant or not. As long as you don't know whether the human smell is fragrant or not, the world will be peaceful.

"Let's go."

Early in the morning, Song Beiyun took an umbrella and patted Yusheng's arm: "Come with me to the flooding place, the Wei River has flooded for ten miles, and I don't know when it will be."—
Chapter completed!