Restart the Disaster of Another World

In late autumn, mosquitoes have disappeared. Unlike in summer when you have to worry about mosquito bites, now you can feel free to expose your hands and feet.

After the autumn harvest, Jing Yao secretly sent a large amount of grain to the border. Originally, according to the climatic conditions this year, it should not be possible to get a good harvest, but because of his supernatural powers and everyone's careful care, a bumper harvest was finally achieved.

After each battle, the army would transfer seriously injured soldiers back to the rear. If they could not recover and return to training and combat within a month, they would be sent back home.

This means that after every battle, there will be soldiers who are disabled and discharged. However, in recent years, the border troops are seriously insufficient, and those who are slightly injured will not be sent back to their hometowns, and insist on fighting on the front line.

The period when the army fought most frequently was usually winter, because the Hu people lacked clothing and food in winter. They themselves could not even get enough to eat, so they could only invade the south to plunder resources.

At this season, there are fewer chances of fighting, so the number of disabled veterans has also decreased accordingly.

Wen Yu wrote to Jing Yao to tell him that the soldiers at the border were not getting enough food but still needed to continue fighting. Jing Yao therefore used more of his abilities to grow food to meet the needs of the soldiers at the border.

These are some insignificant things he can do. If he does too much, it will attract unnecessary attention. Then he will catch the eyes of those big shots, which is not what Jing Yao wants to see.

The village is busy preparing all resources for the winter, especially coal mines.

Because of the flood, many forests and trees were washed away, making the road up the mountain extremely difficult, and signs of collapse appeared in many places.

The villagers did not dare to go up the mountain to cut firewood at will, so Jingyao’s coal mine became everyone’s first choice for wintering.

This is not only convenient, but also very easy to use. Jing Yao did not raise the price, but even reduced the price by a few cents compared to last year.

Before winter came, Jing Yao went to see Li Guoan and found that the entire county town was gradually being rebuilt after being washed away by floods.

However, the biggest problem was the refugees gathered outside the city gate. Those homeless people could not find their direction in life and had nowhere to go, so they had to gather at the city gate again.

At the beginning, there was relief from the government and wealthy families in the city, but as the number of people increased gradually, it was no longer possible to provide relief.

Because of the aid, many people no longer go out to work, but instead stay at home all day, which leads to the rapid consumption of food in the county.

In order to ensure that most people can survive, a labor exchange system has been adopted, whereby one can only get food by working.

But people who were used to having everything handed to them did not understand this and started committing crimes in the county, so the city gates had to be closed to stop the riot.

Li Guoan was a good official who cared about the people. When the victims fled to Lin'an, the government was the first to step forward to comfort and provide relief to the refugees.

But there were so many people fleeing that a small Lin'an County could not accommodate so many people, and the food supply could not meet the needs of so many people.

He had done everything he could, and even wrote more than a dozen memorials to his superiors. Not only did he write them himself, he also mobilized his colleagues to write them.

He believed that as long as he kept passing it up, there would always be some that slipped through the net and found their way into the emperor's hands.

Li Guoan pulled Jing Yao with a worried look on his face and began to talk: "Do you think I am willing to watch those refugees starve to death? If I take in a group of people, what will happen if they all run here later? With so many people, it is easy to get in chaos. Alas, it is also because of the bad world. There are natural disasters every year. The north suffers. Last year, there was a drought and no crops were harvested. I didn’t expect that they would run to the south this year. A flood washed away their homes…"

After Jing Yao listened to him attentively, he poured him a cup of tea, and they both drank it in one gulp.

"Sir Li, in addition to those imprisoned in the dungeon, what are you going to do with the people outside the city?"

Li Guoan covered his forehead and frowned, saying in a heavy tone: "These are all Dayu's people. I don't know how to get rid of them, but I can't afford to settle them."

Jing Yao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and asked softly: "Do you really want them to leave the city gate now?"

Li Guoan nodded without hesitation, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, "Of course, I'd love to have that."

Jing Yao blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a big smile. He stretched out his hand to hook Li Guoan's shoulder and said in a brotherly tone: "How about this, Lord Li, let me give you an idea."

Li Guoan frowned suspiciously and asked doubtfully, "What's the idea?"

Jing Yao leaned a little closer, with a faint smile on his face, and expressed his idea in a calm and leisurely tone: "You can send them to my village and let them open up the wasteland."

Li Guoan sighed and took a sip of tea. A hint of dissatisfaction and suspicion appeared on his face. He grinned and said without disguising, "Are you kidding me?"

Jing Yao looked serious and answered solemnly: "I'm not kidding."

Li Guoan sighed helplessly, patted Jing Yao's shoulder gently, then picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said with emotion: "I know you want to help me, but I can't just find an excuse to drive these people away. How much crime will I bear if I do that! After all, I am their parent official and I have to be responsible for them."

Jing Yao picked up the teacup and drank the tea in it. Then, with a smile on his face, he looked at Li Guoan and said softly, "Master Li, I am not joking. This is the truth."

Upon hearing this, Li Guoan showed astonishment on his face, his brows knitted tightly into a straight line, and asked in a surprised tone: "What did you just say? You actually want to accept those refugees?"

Jing Yao ignored Li Guoan's probing gaze, and remained calm as he explained in a calm tone, "Lord Li, I'm sure you know that natural disasters have occurred repeatedly in recent years, causing countless casualties and homeless people. I really can't bear to see these people suffer, so I want to take them in and provide them with a job so that they can make a living."

However, Li Guoan still shook his head firmly, indicating his refusal. Then, he took out a letter from his pocket, handed it to Jing Yao, and motioned him to open it and read it. Jing Yao took the letter, carefully opened the envelope, and read it carefully.

It turned out that the letter was sent from Shangjing. The content of the letter indicated that the flood in Qingzhou had been reported to His Majesty the Emperor. After His Majesty the Emperor learned of this, he specially sent a minister to Qingzhou to deal with the relief of the victims, and it was expected that he would arrive in Qingzhou soon.

After reading the letter, Jing Yao's eyes were full of surprise. He never expected that all the efforts made by Lord Li finally paid off, and this memorial was actually delivered to the emperor. This was the second time that the news was successfully delivered to the emperor's ears!

That’s right, so even though the people are suffering, we cannot resettle them in advance, otherwise the court will not be able to see how miserable these displaced people are, and corrupt officials will take the opportunity to embezzle more disaster funds, so we can only put up with them temporarily.

Jing Yao nodded, indicating that he understood: "I understand. This is also a helpless move. Then, regarding winter, this winter should be as cold as last year."

After hearing his words, Li Guoan recalled the casualties caused by the snowstorm last winter. After the floods and earthquakes this year, the houses are definitely not as strong as in previous years, and it is more likely that heavy snow will crush the houses. It seems that he needs to repair the houses in advance.

"It's good for you to know, sir. The price of coal remains the same. Tell me in advance how much you need and I will ask them to prepare it." Jing Yao reminded.

Li Guoan nodded in agreement.

After saying these words, Jing Yao stood up and left.

When Jing Yao returned home, Wen Qun had already prepared the meal. He peeled the corn kernels one by one, then used a millstone to grind the corn kernels into cornmeal. This cornmeal can be used to make pancakes or cooked into paste.

Fresh millet was also pounded into new rice porridge and sweet corn cakes. In order to make the taste better, Wen Qun deliberately added half of the flour, so that the corn cakes would not have such a strong grainy feeling. Although the pounded new rice was a little broken, it still exuded a fresh aroma. The two were very satisfied with the meal.

As the seasons change, the weather gradually turns cooler, and it gets dark earlier and earlier. At night, the temperature is even lower, and the cold air makes people feel chilly. Wen Qun curled up and snuggled tightly in Jing Yao's arms. His cold feet were pressed against Jing Yao's warm calves, trying to absorb a little warmth. Jing Yao hugged Wen Qun tightly, hoping to give him more warmth.

In the dead of night, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, and fell asleep unknowingly. When they woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Naturally, they missed breakfast time and could only wait for lunch. Jing Yao got up to prepare dinner, while Wen Qun continued to stay in bed, wrapped in a quilt and refused to get up.

Jing Yao considerately made a pot of ginseng water and placed it on the bedside table, and Wen Qun drank it tacitly. Winter was here, and he was feeling weaker and weaker.

When the weather gets cold, Wen Qun becomes reluctant to go out and stays at home all the time. It was fine at first, but as time goes by, Jing Yao gradually becomes dissatisfied with this state. He insists that Wen Qun needs more exercise to stay healthy. In the fall, they like to ride bicycles together, but now Wen Qun doesn't even want to do that. Jing Yao thinks that if a person is not in good health, he should exercise more, otherwise it will only get worse.

After the autumn harvest, the cabbages and wheat that the villagers had been busy planting have now sprouted green buds. They are busy spreading manure on the fields, hoping for a good harvest.

Wen Qun walked leisurely on the road, peeling an orange in his hand. He put the plump flesh into his mouth, feeling the cold touch and the wonderful taste of sweetness with a hint of sourness. Then he stuffed a slice of orange into Jing Yao's mouth, looking forward to his reaction.

"Is it sweet?" Wen Qun asked with a smile.

Jing Yao swallowed it whole without tasting it at all. He only remembered the soft feeling of his fingertips touching his lips. He hurriedly replied, "I can't taste it. Give me another one!"

Wen Qun looked at Jing Yao helplessly, wondering why this kid was so anxious. So he handed him two orange slices again and reminded him, "Eat slowly this time!"

Jing Yao chewed the orange carefully and finally felt its sweetness. He couldn't help but praise it: "It's really sweet."

Wen Qun was very happy to hear this and corrected him: "It's not a little sweet at all, it's obviously very sweet, very sweet, okay!"

Jing Yao smiled and nodded, agreeing: "Yeah, it's really sweet."

Then, he continued to savor the orange in his hand, and every bite made him feel happy and satisfied. Wen Qun watched Jing Yao enjoying the food with satisfaction, and his heart was filled with joy.

The two of them rode their bikes and unknowingly arrived at the seaside. The sun shone on the sea, sparkling like countless diamonds. The fishermen were busy throwing their fishing nets into the sea, looking forward to the harvest. The small boats were as light as willow leaves, swaying with the waves, as if they were integrated with the sea.

The blue sky and white clouds are reflected on the sparkling water, forming a beautiful picture. The emerald green water laps against the shore, making a clear and pleasant sound. The seagulls with ropes tied around their necks occasionally dive into the water and swim among the schools of fish. Their agile figures are amazing. After catching the prey, they fly back to the shore, enjoying the joy of victory.

There are many kinds of fish here, of different sizes. Small fish are cheap, and you can buy a big bag for a few cents. They can be used to make soup or fried, and they are delicious. Now when I think back, the aroma of the fried fish still lingers in my nose, making me salivate.

However, time flies, winter is coming, and fishermen will stop going out to sea to fish. They need to rest for a while and wait for the arrival of spring.

Jing Yao gently rinsed the two crabs in water, and then carefully placed them in Wen Qun's palm. Wen Qun's hands were as white as snow, and the black little crabs were particularly eye-catching in his hands, as if they were set off by the white snow and looked even darker. Wen Qun's palms were a little itchy, and he couldn't help laughing, thinking that the two little guys were quite cute.

Wen Qun was touched by the cuteness: "Ayao, let's raise it."

Jing Yao looked at his bright eyes and his heart softened: "Okay." He had originally planned to throw it into the fish soup while cooking it. Since Qun Qun wants to raise it, then just raise it.

The two went back home. Wen Qun was in a good mood. He found a glass bottle, cleaned it, carefully put the little crab in it, and then placed it on the windowsill, letting it bask in the sun.

The sun shines through the glass bottle, casting a warm and soft light spot, and the entire windowsill instantly becomes bright and warm. It is almost noon, and it is time to prepare lunch.

Wen Qun skillfully picked up the sea fish, cut it open, and carefully smeared ginger on it to remove the fishy smell. Then, he lit the stove, poured in cooking oil, and when the oil temperature rose, he put the processed sea fish into the pan and slowly fried it until it turned golden brown. The fried sea fish is easier to make into a rich, milky fish soup.

Not only that, he also made a fried small fish dish. No need to add any extra seasoning, just put the small fish gently into the boiling oil pan and fry until golden and crispy. Finally, sprinkle with the right amount of barbecue seasoning, and this delicious dish is done.

Half an hour later, Jing Yao and Wen Qun finally tasted the delicious fish soup. The fragrant, delicious taste made people unable to stop, as if they wanted to swallow their tongues.

Paired with the golden and crispy fried fish, the taste is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the salty fragrance is overflowing, which adds a bit of deliciousness. A hearty lunch is thus completed.