Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

After they walked a distance, Luo Qin found that the yellow grass on the roadside was getting drier and the water sources were becoming less and less.

Is this what the North does?

At lunch, while the servants were cooking, Luo Qin took Rufang for a walk around.

Looking around, cracks have appeared on many farmlands in the distance. It seems that there has been no rain for a long time. The crops in the fields are dry and yellow. There are only a few full grains on the ears. Ninety percent of them are empty husks.

It's almost the autumn harvest season, why is the rice fields in such a state?

Oh no! If they go further north, they will probably encounter drought!

Not only that, the drought in the north should have resulted in a total failure of rice harvests, leading to famine and refugees!

Luo Qin did not dare to delay, and immediately turned around, picked up her skirt and hurried back to inform her father and brother of the discovery.

"drought?"

The old man, dressed in a black robe, was kneeling in front of the couch. Hearing this, he stood up and observed the surrounding plants and trees, then looked at the farmland in the distance and fell into deep thought.

Luo Qi also observed for a while and said, "Aye, it is possible!"

Luo Ji stroked his beard and nodded, "Ping'er is still very considerate."

They were so busy on their way that they didn't notice the changes in the environment at all. Luo Qin noticed it after looking at the scenery outside for a long time.

Luo Ji ordered his servants, "Quick, find the nearest water source and fill up all our basins and buckets. Fill up whatever can hold water, and refill the empty ones when you come across the next water source."

"Yes, Master."

"Aye, we have to buy some food quickly at the next town. I'm afraid there is a shortage of food in the north." Luo Qin suggested again.

"Ping'er and I think alike."

I just don’t know if it’s too late now.

After lunch, the servants filled the containers and the group continued north.

When they arrived at the next town, Luo and his son went to buy rice. In Chaoyang, rice cost ten five-zhu coins per catty, and meat cost twenty five-zhu coins per catty. But at that time, the price of food here had soared to a very high price, and rice cost fifty five-zhu coins per catty!

If it's so expensive here, I can't imagine how expensive it will be further north.

No matter how expensive it was, they had to buy it. The Luo father and son spent almost half of their savings to buy ten carts of grain.

Now their team had ten more vehicles to prevent theft, and Luo Ji added a few more slaves.

After resting, they continued north.

There was almost no water source on this journey, fortunately they had prepared some in advance, otherwise they would have really died of thirst. They were very frugal with water, and at first the slaves shared a bucket for washing. Later, when there was really no water, the slaves even lay on the grass early in the morning to lick the dew to quench their thirst.

The closer we got to Nanyang, the more refugees we encountered on the road who were ragged, hungry and cold.

Luo Qin no longer dared to stick her head out to look at the scenery outside. She only opened a small gap and glimpsed the sallow and skinny refugees who were going the opposite way from them.

These refugees were half-naked, with only three or two pieces of coarse cloth hanging on their bodies, or even grass skirts to cover their private parts. There were many bruises on their exposed, dry and yellow skin, and their hair was unkempt and their faces were dirty. The beggars in TV dramas in the previous life were much more luxurious than them. The real refugees seemed like savages who had just come out of the forest, extremely poor.

Their eyes were lifeless and filled with dullness and numbness, and most of them were waiting to die.

The refugees walked in a daze. Hunger forced them to stagger as they walked. Some of them simply fell to the ground and fell into eternal sleep.

This is the ancient times, the ancient times when daily necessities were severely scarce.

"One step!"

A young man who was riding south saw them heading north, so he rode up to Luo Ji's carriage and kindly reminded them: "Don't go any further north. There is a war in the north again, and there is also famine. The nobles and common people are moving their families south!"

Luo Ji opened the curtain, with a hint of surprise on his weathered face. He bowed and thanked sincerely: "Thank you very much for your kindness, sir, but we have important business to attend to in Nanyang, so we have no choice."

The young man held the whip in one hand and tightened the reins with the other. "I see. Then be careful on the road. The refugees have been hungry for a long time. Some fearless people might take your food."

"Thank you for reminding."

"Also, Nanyang is in danger now. There are sometimes barbarians looting outside the city. You should be careful."

"Thank you very much. May I know your name? I am Luo Ji, a branch of the Luo family in Taiyuan. People say that I am as good as Hua Tuo."

The young man folded his arms and said, "I am Wang Yi, a branch of the Wang family of Langya."

"So it's you, young friend Wang. Thank you so much. I've been practicing medicine for many years, and this is the only medicine I can give you. Please accept it." Luo Ji took out a porcelain bottle.

Wang Yi glanced at the porcelain bottle and shook his head, "No need, it's just a small favor, just keep it."

Luo Ji laughed and explained: "My friend, you may not know this, but this is an emergency medicine developed by an old man. There is only one pill in a bottle, which can bring the patient back from the brink of death at a critical moment. I hope you will accept it."

"In that case, thank you Mr. Luo for your kindness. I will accept it." When Wang Yi heard that this was life-saving medicine, he took the porcelain bottle, thanked him and gave a few words of instructions, then rode away.