Ren Woxing and Xinwen Literature had never spoken, but they were tall and astonishing. When the leader said they wanted to rob, they kept staring at him, as if they could immediately twist the robber leader in front of him with just a command.

The robber leader put down his weapons not only because Dongfang Ming directly pointed out their current situation, but also because the two behind Dongfang Ming were obviously powerful people who could fight against ten.

Seeing that they all put down their weapons, Dongfang Ming smiled: "If the world was not in chaos now, how could you not guarantee that farming would have fallen to this point?"

The leader bit his lip and did not speak.

"Brother Gensheng..." a man shouted behind the bandit leader.

Dongfang Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, and Gensheng... This name is really simple.

Seeing that they were still hesitant, Dongfang Ming turned his head to look at Xinwenzhi: "Take out the dry food and share them with some."

All of these refugees had pale faces and thin skin, their eyes were dull, and their legs were shaking behind them. Gensheng, who was the leader, looked better, and even came out to rob.

Hearing the word dry food, a series of swallowing sounds sounded from the crowd of refugees and bandits.

The new literary science scandalized the group of people, estimated the number, and took out a piece of cake from the backpack behind him (which Dongfang Ming had someone sewn with a linen).

The refugees' eyes lit up when they saw the food.

Ren Woxing saw the cake in Xinwenli's hand and said, "I want to eat it too."

Dongfang Ming glanced at Ren Woxing and felt helpless: "Didn't it just not long before I had enough in the morning?"

"Just want to eat..." Ren Woxing's eyes were nailed to the cake in Xinwenli's hand, and he couldn't even look at Dongfang Ming.

Dongfang Ming looked at Gensheng: "In this way, we don't have many cakes. There are too many people and there are not enough cakes. Do you have a pot?"

"Do you really give it to us?" Gensheng was a little unbelievable. The big man's hand had a slightly yellowish pancake, and there was a trace of burnt on the cake. It was obvious that it was baked with fine noodles. It was so luxurious. They only had the opportunity to use wheat noodles to grind noodles when the harvest was in the past. Or the noodles that were not cleaned by the wheat bran.

This kind of cake is probably much better than the pasta soup when cooking noodles.

Some modern people even think that the pancakes made with yeast are too unpalatable, and they also have to compete for the salty or sweet taste. In the past, the lower class people had such a good life. Thank God if you can eat enough.

"Brother Gensheng..." The wheat cake in Xinwenli's hands has not yet reached the hands of these refugees, but those people have long been shaken.

When they came out to rob, they ate a little food to make their stomachs, but the people at home had no food to eat. It would be nice to have a meal a day. Most of them use drinking water to deceive their stomachs.

Gensheng looked at Dongfang Ming, looked at the cakes in Xinwenli's hand, and then looked at the brothers who were not talking directly behind him but were trying to reach out to pick up the cakes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Can you go back to the village with us to get the pot?"

The person in front of him was merciful, and he also hoped that the person in front of him could save them.

Dongfang Ming took the pancake from Xinwenli and handed it to Gensheng: "You give that person some food now, he seems to be almost unable to hold on."

Gensheng was stunned. He turned around and saw a person behind him with a face that looked like a dish and his body was shaking.

"Brother Gensheng, we are fine. We can hold on for a while. Just drink some water. Let's go back to the village as soon as possible." The people forced themselves to hold on.

Xin Wenli's face turned dark, and he reached out to break half of the cake, and strode to the man: "Eat."

The man was flattered and before he could say anything, his hands subconsciously took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The others' eyes turned green when they saw this, and their swallowing sounds louder.

Dongfang Ming glanced at these people and saw the expressions of these people. He also saw some of the wrong colors.

"You can lead the way." Dongfang Ming said, "Go to your village to see what's going on and see what can help you."

Dongfang Ming was not afraid of what these people would do to him. Not to mention that these people have been hungry for a long time and their physical fitness is not good. Ren Woxing and Xinlizhi around him are not good at it. It is not a problem to win the three of them with one hand.

On the way to Gensheng and their village, Dongfangming observed Gensheng while looking at the nearby environment.

Not to mention that Gensheng is a little bit smart, the villagers around him also trust and respect him. Dongfang Ming felt that if this person was not in such a chaotic world, he would probably be a clan leader or a village. Unfortunately, he still has no vision, and taking the villagers out to rob is not a good way.

Dongfang Ming touched his chin and looked around at the surrounding environment.

There are not many high mountains, the terrain is relatively flat and covered with vegetation. After walking for a while, I slowly saw farmland.

After seeing the farmland, Dongfang Ming became a little strange. According to common sense, it should be the time for spring sowing, why is there no one in the field?

Dongfang Ming recalled the knowledge he had learned in modern times before. At this time, there will be spring drought in the central China Plain. What farming requires is not only seeds, but also sufficient water sources.

Dongfang Ming suddenly realized that he had been here for a long time, and often he was recruiting talents. It was always impossible to develop blindly. Agriculture is the foundation for laying the world.

He thought that when he returned to the copycat, he needed to take good care of agricultural development.

"There is our Xiaopo Village in front of me." Gensheng said.

Small Po Village? When Dongfang Mingzhu heard this name, he wanted to laugh a little. After seeing the specific situation of the village, Dongfang Ming couldn't laugh.

The situation in Xiaopo Village where Gensheng and theirs are located is very bad. The ground is yellow and the pits are bumpy. Several thatched houses are gathered together, and two or three mud brick houses piled up with yellow mud bricks can be called luxury houses in this village.

There are basically no people walking around in the village. The village is dead, there is no crowing chickens or barking. The people who do not follow Gensheng in the village are basically staying in the house. They do not have enough food, and after eating a little, they can only stay in the house to reduce their energy consumption. If they go out and walk around, they are basically joking about their lives.

Dongfang Ming suddenly felt a little heavy. It was not the first time he saw this situation. He had felt uncomfortable before, but this time he felt particularly uncomfortable.

He sighed secretly. In the past, he only thought about fighting wits and courage with Li Erlang and absorbing talents from all walks of life. Now he suddenly realized that the stick of food was the ultimate weapon to win victory in ancient times. Which ancient hero did not have to store grain first when he was uprising and causing trouble?

If the world hadn't won the grain and followed, how could Chen Sheng and Wu Guang have the ability to win the Qin army to tear off a piece of meat from the hands of the First Emperor?

He has to seize the time to develop agriculture. Basically, only by stabilizing can he have the strength and confidence to fight against others and strive for victory.
Chapter completed!