After the villages were allocated, they would send people to resettle the refugees, and then distribute land to each household, allowing them to seize the time to reclaim wasteland and cultivate it.

If we work a little harder, we can grow a season's worth of food, which will be enough to provide us with food and clothing for the first half of next year.

Seeing that no one objected, Lin Yinan continued, "For those who are willing to obey the arrangements and voluntarily settle in the village, we will give each person 30 kilograms of food. Eat sparingly, and you will definitely be able to eat until the next harvest."

"What if those who are not satisfied with the village they were selected for?" Lin Yiheng asked. He had met too many people and problems in the past six months.

Lin Yinan snorted coldly and said in a tough tone, "Of course we should go back to where we came from."

"Can they grow rice?" After all, Lin Shuo had been educated and had made rapid progress during this period.

"No, we teach. I can provide high-quality rice seeds to those who are resettled. They just need to buy them at the original price."

“What if they don’t have the money to buy it?”

Pan Qingfeng had escaped from a famine, so he knew how difficult the journey was. Very few people survived the journey with anything left. Otherwise, they wouldn't have had so many of their tribesmen become slaves.

Lin Yinan said, "If you don't have money to buy rice seeds, you can buy them on credit first, and then return double the amount after the harvest."

Everyone nodded, agreeing with her idea.

"For the people who are willing to settle in the village, we implement two tax exemptions. In the first year, we will provide comprehensive crop planting guidance and training. People can rent farm tools and oxen from us, and the repayment method is to repay them in the form of work-for-rent during the slack season."

"Excuse me, Lord City Lord, is the labor-for-rent payment for building anti-unloading fortifications?"

The more Pan Qingfeng listened, the brighter his eyes became. Even though he was knowledgeable, these methods were unheard of.

"When the county government issues a notice that a dam, canal, or village road needs to be built, someone in the family must go to work and pay the rent."

After Lin Yinan finished speaking, the clan leader and the village chief looked at each other. They were only worried that there would not be enough food.

"Anan, 8,000 people need 30 kilograms of food each. That's a lot of food. Do we still have that much food?"

"The 30,000 shi of grain that the Chen family sold to us will soon arrive, so clan leader, there is no need to worry at all." Lin Yinan said.

The clan leader and the village chief finally felt relieved.

Everyone discussed some minor details before starting to prepare for the follow-up work.

"An Nan, when are we going to recruit some young men?"

Yun Mo wanted to recruit people as soon as possible and quickly train an army to protect Longtan.

Lin Yinan glanced at him unhappily and said, "No rush, at least let them plant the rice for the next season."

Everyone in the county government was discussing how to resettle the refugees, while the refugees outside the city were also busy.

They sat on the ground in groups of three or five, twisting straw ropes in their hands, or weaving straw sandals, or weaving baskets.

"What a nice smell! Mom, it's the smell of rice porridge."

There was a child with a keen sense of smell, who sniffed the fragrance of rice floating in the air.

"No way?" The child's mother didn't believe it. She thought the child was crazy with hunger and continued to weave the straw sandals in her hands without even raising her head.

"Smells, it smells so good!"

"I smell it too!"

Then everyone raised their heads, trying to smell the aroma of the rice porridge, swallowing their saliva.

"The city lord did not lie to us!"

"How long will it take before we can have something to eat?" someone murmured, not even wanting to work.

This is a scene that happened near the city gate.

There was also a group of people gathered at the edge of a paddy field a little further away from the city gate, their eyes shining as they stared at the rice growing in the water.

Is this rice? Why does it look like weeds on the roadside?

Someone wanted to reach out and pluck a leaf to have a look, but was slapped away by the person next to him.

"Just look at it, it looks good, why are you pulling it?"

"I just wanted to see how it differed from grass."

The man felt very aggrieved. He was also a farmer who had been farming in the north all his life, but he only planted wheat. This was the first time he had seen rice growing in the fields up close, so he was a little curious.

Old Lin, who was squatting on the edge of a field smoking a pipe, glanced at the refugees surrounding him but pretended not to see them.

After smoking for a while, he hung the pipe back around his waist.

He lifted his foot and pushed the mud on the edge of the ridge to block the water inlet of the paddy field, then picked up the bamboo pole on the edge of the ridge and walked into the rice field to chase the flowers.

The refugees nearby were all shocked when they saw this. By doing this, wouldn't he be knocking down all the newly opened rice flowers?

One of the refugees asked in confusion, "Uncle, what do you mean by holding this pole?"

A smile suddenly broke out on Old Lin's wrinkled, tanned face.

"That's a big statement."

The young man nearby was so excited that he wanted to try it out in the fields. He smiled and said, "Uncle, please tell us about it and let us see it for ourselves."

After Old Lin finished driving, he turned around and stopped in front of everyone, his eyes and brows showing uncontrollable joy.

"The rice fields are now in the flowering stage, which is when they are most sensitive to water. The fields cannot be short of water, but they cannot be too wet either. The amount of water to be added is very important."

As he said this, he stretched out his finger and put it into the water. "Look, the water is just one inch deep, not too much or too little. The city lord said this is intermittent irrigation."

The people around were shocked and started talking about it.

"This rice is too precious."

"There is no wheat to serve."

Old Lin glanced at them sideways, raised the bamboo pole in his hand and said proudly, "See? The rice is blooming. This bamboo is used to drive the flowers away."

"Our city lord said that the purpose of driving the rice to bloom is to allow the rice to be fully pollinated and each rice seedling to grow smoothly. You don't know anything. The purpose of being more meticulous is to increase the rice yield."

Everyone still looked confused. They were all from the north and really didn't know anything about rice cultivation.

"We saw people growing rice on the road, but why are they different from you?" The brave and careful ones were not afraid of offending the old man in front of them.

Speaking of this, Old Lin proudly straightened his slightly bent back.

"We are using a new planting method. You have never seen it before. The rice grown using this method has even its stalks bent."

The people around him still didn't believe it, "You can just brag, we sneaked past on the road and found that half of the rice pods were empty."

Old Lin smiled and shook his head. He didn't argue with them and picked up the bamboo pole to continue driving the flowers.

Seeing that he stopped talking, everyone continued to watch him work.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"The porridge is being distributed at the city gate. Everyone, hurry up and get your bowls in line! The porridge is so thick that even if you drop your bowl on the ground, you won't be able to pour it out."

Upon hearing this, everyone ran towards the city gate like crazy, and the gate was suddenly in chaos.

There were children who were pushed down and cried loudly, women who cried and shouted for their children, and old people who shouted and cursed...

Yun Yi stood on the city wall with a gloomy face and a deep breath. He shouted loudly, "Line up properly. No one is allowed to cut in line. Everyone can fight. If anyone pushes or cuts in line, don't blame me for being blind with my bow and arrows."

After saying that, he released the bowstring and the arrow shot towards the hand of the man who was pushing several people.

"Ah!" The man's screams completely quieted the surging crowd.

Yun Yi repeated what he had just said. Everyone looked up and saw that the secret guards on the city wall had drawn their bows and arrows and were aiming at them.

The refugees stepped back in fear, no longer pushing forward, and no longer daring to push each other.

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