The reform is indeed the case for the time being.

Di Luonan and Cang Yuan are gone, and the reformists are all in charge. They do not receive support from the emperor at the upper level, and the calls for reform among the people for the time being are not loud.

The blood of God is really scary and trembling. Apart from those who are really left to go, no one wants something similar to happen again.

After the efforts of the reformists during the previous period, the assistance work for the poorest people in Daxia has already taken effect.

After all, it is really not necessary to make a person survive. For those who are rich and luxurious, if they eat less delicacies and enjoy less time, they will be enough to support hundreds of people.

Just like Pan Long's world in his previous life, "common prosperity" requires the world war to give two percent of the resources of human society more than 80% of the resources, but "complete poverty alleviation" can even be achieved by spending equivalent to the expenses of an overseas garrison.

The poor people in Daxia actually have no high requirements. At least now, what they want for the time being is to "survive". As for living with your head and chest, exhaling and eyebrows, it is still far away from them.

Of course, they will have that demand sooner or later.

After all, people cannot just live.

In Daxia today, it is probably a time when the contradictions have been relatively eased. If it were placed in the ancient history of previous lives, it might be called the "Guimao Prosperity" in the next few decades.

But everyone who knows the inside story understands that Daxia probably hasn't been around for decades.

Pan Long sighed and returned to Dingfeng Town.

The northern part of early May is full of vitality, and the climate of Daxia this year is much more normal than last year. Summer is like summer. The farmland outside Dingfeng City is lush and green, and large areas of cold-resistant crops grow particularly lush.

Pan Long stood at the top of the city, looking at the lush farmland, and suddenly remembered something.

"There is a kind of wheat in this world that is sown in autumn like ordinary wheat, but it takes until early autumn of the next year to harvest, and it grows for a full year." He said, "Although it accounts for a whole year of land, it has two benefits. The first is that it is to be hard to resist cold and drought and easy to grow, and the second is that it can fatten the fields like beans."

Han Feng smiled: "Brother Long, did you think about these things in your previous life? No wonder you have immeasurable merits."

The people in Dingfeng Town did not panic at all about his sudden appearance, and at most they were just a little curious.

Pan Long smiled, without explaining in detail.

That kind of wheat was actually studied by the Great Federal Development Academy and was called "Siberia No. 2". He had a great-grandson distant relative who planted this in Siberia and even gave himself the title of "the largest landlord in history" in self-media.

Their group of more than a hundred people planted more than 500,000 square kilometers of wheat fields. They used the grain they harvested every year to make wine, named "Heavy Frozen", which is quite popular in the spirits market in the Great Federation.

Of course, the main place for those wheat is Africa, and the support and assistance work for poor areas has not ended even when Pan Long was about to die of old age.

Pan Long did not engage in agriculture in his previous life, but he had some impression of those wheat, so it was not difficult to make it with the help of Shanhai Jing.

Looking at the bag of "big guy" who was obviously more than two circles larger than ordinary wheat grains, Han Feng grabbed a handful and sniffed it, rubbed it on his hands a few times, and began to study it with great enthusiasm.

The northerners set up horses and dismounted horses and farmers. There is no adult who knows how to farm, so he is naturally no exception.

Moreover, his family's scout skills are even higher than those of ordinary old farmers in identifying good varieties!

Han Feng was still studying here. One of his uncles came up and grabbed a handful of wheat grains and smelled them. Then he smiled and put them back, saying, "No need to study them anymore. These are the best wheat seeds. When we harvest this crop in autumn, we will plant it."

Han Feng then put down the wheat grains and asked curiously: "Brother Long, this is something you made in your previous life? Why is such a good thing lost? It doesn't make sense!"

Pan Long smiled without an answer.

He couldn't say that this thing was not invented by a Buddhist monk in his previous life, but was studied by a group of scientists.

So he quickly changed the subject and pointed to the flag hanging on the flagpole not far away and asked, "What's going on with this flag?"

In the past, the flag of Dingfeng Town had two sides, the larger one was the character "Xia", and the smaller one was the character "Dingfeng". Now it is still two sides, the smaller one is "Fenghe" and the larger one is "Pan".

Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable!

Han Feng smiled and told him that according to the rules, Dingfeng Town should have three flags on the country's "Xia", the throne's "Fenghe", and the local "Dingfeng". However, the imperial court issued a special order to use the "Pan" flag instead of the "Xia" flag. The old people in the city discussed it and simply stopped hanging the "Dingfeng" flag and directly omitted the place name.

Anyway, there is the name "Dingfeng" on the city tower, so there is no need to do anything extra.

Pan Long chatted with acquaintances for a while on the city wall, and felt that everyone was in a good mood. The end of the reform did not seem to have much impact on them.

Then I thought about it, Dingfeng Town is now the territory of the Pan family. The Pan family has a very good reputation and strong strength. It is a first-class golden thigh. If you can hold this golden thigh and live a life, you won’t have any worries about the future if you can hold it.

When he returned home, he did not see Pan Shou, the "Premier Fenghe" who should have lived in the fiefdom, but only met his parents.

After asking, I found out that my grandfather had already lived in the Zhongyuan branch of the Pan family.

The Holy Grail Life-Extension Array over there has been set up. My grandfather is here to live there. I dare not say that he will definitely live forever. It should be no problem to live for at least a few hundred or thousands of years.

And grandmother's tomb is there.

Even if my grandfather settled down, it would be impossible for him to leave the yard where flowers are all seasons unless something earth-shaking happens in the future...

Pan Long sighed, but it was just a blessing.

For my grandfather, this result was quite good.

What makes him even happier is his parents' attitude towards him.

Although it is almost well known that Pan Long can even be considered to have recovered his magical powers and magic powers in his previous life. However, his parents still treated him like in the past, and there was no difference.

This made him very comfortable.

Actually, before he went home, he was really worried about this issue.

After not seeing each other for nine months, the story of "retrieving your previous life" must have spread throughout Daxia.

For ordinary people, whether Pan Long is a hero who is a hero who is a hero who is invincible or a man of ancient immortals and Buddhas who are compassionate and resurrected from the dead, there is actually no difference.

As long as you can help them and be willing to help them, it will be fine.

But for Pan Long's parents and relatives, familiar people have become unfamiliar immortals and Buddhas. How should the relationship between them be handled?

Pan Long himself felt very unsure.

Now seeing that his parents' expressions and words are no different from those in the past, a stone in his heart fell to the ground and relaxed.

"Speaking of this time, you were caught by Tie Feiyan, the King of Liuguang, and you suffered a loss, right?" Pan Lei asked, "Is the loss a big loss?"

"I didn't suffer much." Pan Long replied with a smile, "My teacher was watching from the side. Senior Tie couldn't beat me to death in front of her."

He said it lightly, but his parents did not relax because of it.

"I originally thought that after you cultivate and live a long life, you will be free. As a result, you will be reborn. Just after a few discussions with others, you will be suppressed for nine months..." Pan Lei sighed and said, "According to your words, this is actually a mercy among subordinates. Wouldn't that mean that if you fight seriously, you will be careful for decades or hundreds of years?"

Pan Long said: "It's not that many people have the ability to distort time. In fact, there were not many demon gods fighting in Yunzhou that year, dozens of demon gods attacked the teacher, but they couldn't even find one of them that could distort time."

He was afraid that his parents would worry, so he explained in detail, emphasizing methods such as "Big Black Sky". In fact, even Tie Feiyan could not use them at will.

If it weren't for the fact that the previous fight was a competition, he might have been beaten to pieces by Tie Feiyan, but he would never have been suppressed by Daheitian for nine months.

After listening to his explanation, my parents were relieved and their worries disappeared a little.

"After the night of the Gods, all parties in Daxia fell silent, and reforms stopped." Mother Ren Yue said, "It's now the world is peaceful. We think we can choose another auspicious day to get the wedding for you."

Pan Long was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you want to choose an auspicious day?"

"Of course. I missed the last auspicious day, and I can't miss it again!"

Pan Long was speechless.

When getting married to immortals, Buddhas, demons and gods, depends on the day, and choose a good day?
Chapter completed!