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Of course the supper was very sumptuous. After dinner, Luo Xin thought for a moment and said, "Dad, go and tell my grandfather's family. Don't wear a belt around and eat half full every day. Grandpa is old, don't get sick from hunger. ▲∴▲∴, if you don't have enough food, you can come to our house to get it."

Luo Ping nodded with joy on his face and said, "Okay!"

This is also a reward for the change in attitude towards his grandfather. No matter what, the blood of the whole family is left in his body, and his grandfather can think of his family during the Chinese New Year, which makes Luo Xin feel kind to his grandfather.

"Even the villagers can't get through." Luo sighed and said, "Several families have already gone out to beg for food."

Luo Xin's expression became solemn, and he thought a lot. Because he learned from Zhou Zhi County that there was a possibility of refugee riots, and he recalled that there were indeed many refugee riots during the Jiajing period. During this period, many villages were robbed by refugees and countless casualties were injured. What if refugees came to rob Shanglin Village?

However, this matter cannot be told to parents, so as not to be afraid. They thought about returning to their room and were frowning. After thinking about it for about two quarters of an hour, Luo Xin got up and left to look at the house and went to Zhang Shu's house.

Entering Zhang Shu's study room and taking a seat with Zhang Shu, Luo Xin said without waiting for Zhang Shu to ask:

"Encyclopedia, the autumn harvest has passed now. Yesterday I went to the county town and saw a lot of refugees along the road. Do you think there will be refugee riots here this year?"

Zhang Shu's face suddenly became quiet and he said in a deep voice: "There is a possibility. I also went to the county town a few days ago, and it was a bit bad."

Luo Xin's heart was sunk and said, "Entertainment Father, has this happened before?"

"Of course it happened! You didn't know that you were not there at that time, so you didn't know, it was so miserable!"

"Then...how did the adoptive father deal with it?"

"Two roads!" Zhang Shu said seriously: "The first road is to organize the light and strong inside the village, fence the village with wooden fences, patrol day and night, and not allow outsiders to enter Shanglin Village. The wealthy families in the village open warehouses to release grain, so that the entire village can be united.

The second way is to go to the county town to hide! Wait until the food waste is over and come back."

After saying that, Zhang Shu stared at Luo Xin, and Luo Xin also stared at Zhang Shu and said, "What is the adoptive father going to do?"

"Oh..." Zhang Shu sighed, "There was a wealthy family in Zhang Long, who sold the village. The two of us would work together to release grain and then organize the villagers. But he had sold the village. I didn't know who the owner of the village is now. Moreover, I had originally thought about going to discuss it with that company in the past few days, but found that the family had already gone to Zhuangkong and could not find anyone at all. If it were just for my family's strength, it wouldn't be enough to just drink porridge for the villagers!"

"Entertainment Father!" Luo Xin frowned deeply: "If it was just some refugees, or a small group of refugee riots, we could still resist the people in the village, but what if it was a large group of refugee riots?"

"There is only one way. Those who can hide in the county town can hide in the county town. Those who cannot hide in the county town can hide in the mountains with some rations."

"What should I do when my foster father is ready?"

Zhang Shuning said in a voice: "I'd better prepare to release the grain first and organize the people in the village. This is our home and we cannot give up easily. If the refugee riot is not big, you can bear it as soon as you bear it. If there is a large riot in refugee, you have to give the villagers some food to hide in the mountains. We hide in the county."

Luo Xin pondered for a few breaths and said, "Entertainment Father, please put the grain first and organize the villagers. Give me a few days. I will get some food back and let's put the food together."

Zhang Shu's face was filled with joy: "Are you planning to borrow grain from Weng Lu, or from Magistrate Zhou?"

Luo Xin shook his head gently and said, "I'll find a way myself."

When Luo Xin returned home, he immediately began to write the first volume, the fourth volume and the fifth volume of "The Legend of Shushan".

"Dangdangdang..."

The broken iron hanging on a big tree in the middle of the village was ringing, and villagers walked out of their homes one by one, and Luo Ping and Luo Qing also headed towards the center of the village. Luo Xin also heard it. And he knew that Zhang Shu was summoning the villagers, but he did not go and was still writing quickly.

the next day.

Shanglin Village became lively, and men went up the mountain to log wood. Then they built a wooden village around the village, while women built stoves to cook in the middle of the village, and of course the food was provided by Zhang Shu.

In fact, in such a grain shortage, many villages are like this. There are only two situations in which refugees occur. One is that they are unkind and do not care about the villagers at all and fled into the city early. The other is that the wealthy family has eaten up all the grain, and the entire village has no grain.

Luo Xin did not go out and kept writing "The Legend of Shushan" at home. He also knew that time was tight. This time, he only took eight days to write three volumes and then simply bind them into them. He rode his horse alone in the morning and ran straight towards Jinyang Mansion.

On the road, he could see refugees in groups of three or three, but Luo Xin was not afraid. After all, these refugees had not yet gathered into mobs. Even if there were three or two people who wanted to rob him occasionally, Luo Xin was not afraid. What's more, he rode on a horse and did not dare to stop the horse, so he dared to stop the horse because of their hungry bodies, and they had to be hit and killed by the horse.

Nearly noon.

When Luo Xin entered Jinyang Mansion, he still stayed in the inn first, took a shower, had lunch, and then came to the back door of Zhuangyuan Bookstore.

He raised his hand and held the door knocker and knocked it three times, then he heard footsteps coming from inside.

With a creak, the gate of the courtyard opened, and he saw Manager Song standing inside with a surprised look on his face. He could not help but be surprised. He did not expect that in just eight days, Luo Xin rushed to Jinyang Mansion again. He hurriedly opened the gate of the courtyard and asked Luo Xin to enter the room in a stack of sounds. Luo Xin was also long-winded and took out three books from the bag and placed them in front of Manager Song. When Manager Song saw that in addition to the agreed first volume, there were also the fourth and fifth volumes, he couldn't help but feel happy.

These days, he has read the second and third volumes several times, and his heart is itchy about the next plot. He resisted the thought of reading immediately, first gave Luo Xin tea, and then said:

"Young Master Luo is so fast! Just in the past few days, two more volumes have been released."

A trace of bitterness appeared on Luo Xin's face and said, "Now the food shortage is shortage, I just want to get the money as soon as possible to buy some food and make some porridge in the village so that the villagers can survive this food shortage."

When the shopkeeper Song heard this, he immediately stood up, bowed his head, and said with a serious expression: "Young Master Luo Daxian!"

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*(To be continued.)
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