Chapter 509: Sharpening the sword 3

Queen Mother, you have to take an idea.

As soon as the voice fell, the Manchu martial arts generals were all serious.
At this time of the previous year, if there is no food, I will go to the proud cloud country or the similar snow country to make an autumn wind, grab a grain of grass back, and make it a cold winter.
This year, due to the patrol of the Xiongnu, and then the city, negotiations, and change the river, this has no time and energy to rob, do not say, but also pay too much grain.
Even if the river grassland and the ten cities will prosper in the future, if the current problems cannot be solved, who can wait for them to prosper.
People are starving to death.
The face of Xiao, who was sitting on the top of the veil, was not able to look at her face after the veil, but the frowning brow also showed her worry.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Tai suddenly turned to look at the third month of the right hand, and said: "Zhongyi Wang, what is your solution?"
As soon as this was said, everyone in the hall immediately seemed to look at the moon.
A little glimpse of the moon, no food? This can be what she can think of.
She does not grow rice, although she knows that Yuan Longping's hybrid rice is very good, but she is not an expert in researching food production.
The eyebrows turn quickly.
The grassland is ridiculous, but it can definitely be used to plant vegetation and drought-tolerant fruits in the pit fields. She knows that there are many things for future generations to grow in such an environment.
However, it is obviously not possible to solve the current urgent needs, and it needs to be taken slowly.
I didn't talk for the first time, but I only frowned.
On the left hand side, the second place of the library, Zamumu, sees this, and shakes the robes and loudly: "If you don't have food, you can grab it. I personally go, I don't believe it. I won't grab it from the proud cloud before the year. Come to something."
If you don't have a strategy, you can do it. If you can't grow it, you can steal it. You can grab it. This is the style of the grassland.
The proud cloud country, listening to these three words in a month, the eyes suddenly bright, the words of Ku Zamu reminded her that everything can not be seen from one direction.