Would you like to help me?

Can I say no.

I just came into the world and wanted to see it around.

The world is so big, I want to see it.

However, if Lu Yun directly said that he would not want to, today's things are somewhat unpredictable.

Of course, from the perspective of Lu Yun's heart, he did not pay attention to participating in or not participating in this war.

He is just an outsider.

Now I’m on the human way.

What he knows is only the people in history, not necessarily in line with what he saw with his own eyes.

For example, the angle in front of you.

In history, often with anti-thiopard theory, Cao Cao siege, Liu Bei siege, and even Sun Jian, Dong Zhuo and so on are also besieged, there is no one who does not take the yellow scarf army to brush the reputation, but Lu Yun saw the compassion of the wise teacher...

In this world, the cloud is repaired.

If you like it, participate.If you don’t like it, you don’t participate.

Lu Yun thought for a moment and said, “People eat for heaven.”

This is a word of nonsense.

It is also a word of truth.

And the most real truth.

“It makes sense.”

He listened to the landing cloud and nodded his head slightly.

The road to Jane.

What my friend said makes sense.

People and all things in the world, to live in the world, always have to eat.

The grass absorbs the rain and the sun, so that it can grow.

The cattle and the cattle feed on the grass to survive.

Humans feed on animals or grass to maintain their existence.

And in history, no matter how difficult the external conditions are, if there is field cultivation and something to eat, the poor people who are simple and kind will not rebel.

They are used to patience.

To endure, to live, to live as strong as weeds.

The only thing that makes them unbearable is that they have nothing to eat.

If there is no food, it will starve to death, even if you don't want to reverse it, you can only reverse.

At the end of the day, it’s a matter of eating.

But the Yellow Turban Army, the Taiping Road, how many people...

How do you get so many people to eat?

“People live to eat, and if they don’t eat, they will starve to death.”Now, the court and the door valve do not give food to the people, and the weather is getting colder and colder, how to let people live."

The wise man’s eyes looked at the high-altitude ethereal place, as if he saw something.

"I have traveled all these years in the world, and found that the night in the north has obviously become much longer, the sea has gradually condensed, a colder era is coming, how do the people live?"

The cloud hears, not from the heart.

He knew that in the late Han Dynasty, another small ice age, the weather will become more and more cold.

And with the cold weather is accompanied by a reduction in food production.

The decline in temperature leads to the growth of food is more difficult, the food production of the whole man will continue to decrease, and the people's food will be less and less.

At the same time, with the continuous various natural disasters, the people do not want to oppose, but have to reverse.

But rebelling at this time is tantamount to finding a way of death.

Heaven, earth, man and man.

At this time, rebellion, heaven, earthly, people and do not occupy.

Only failure.

How does a person turn back to heaven?

Historically, he was also “sick.”

"The army did not move, the grain and grass first, and the rebellion was sudden, and it could only be for the king's predecessor, making a wedding dress for others."Lu Yun thought about it and said, “It is the truth to build a wall, a wide range of grain, and slowly become king.”

He paused for a moment, reached out his hand, and said, “I have some ideas about food, Taoist friends, please see!”

Something appeared in front of the corner.

Round, long.

It looked ordinary, but the eyes of the horns squinted.

His face gradually trembled.

I seem to have seen something incredible.

Then his eyes were full of tears.

Why is his eyes full of tears, because he loves these two things deeply.

...

The corn is long, the round is the potatoes.

One year, the national teacher Lu Yun went to sea, traveled to the world, went to the Americas, and returned with potatoes, corn, tomatoes, peppers, etc., and then promoted the world.

The Great Song became richer.

The cursory is well-known.

The Great Song Empire, on prosperity, on culture, has never been seen before.

Lu Yun went to the three countries, doubting that the world was backward thousands of years ago, and brought a lot of corn and pepper potatoes and other crops, which are used today.

Not only is it hardy, but it is also extremely high in production.

used here.

“Thank you, my friend!”

He breathed deeply and bowed to the clouds.

For the sake of heaven.

In his eyes, seeing this potato corn less than a moment, he had already pushed the performance of their growth characteristics.

It was just a long, round, almost savior of this great disaster.

He is also the Yellow Turban Army, the savior of the Taiping Road.

Even the savior of heaven.

Small things can save the world.

People always have to eat.

Although he is powerful, he cannot make food out of thin air, and he cannot create food that satisfies hundreds of thousands of people.

It is this small round that can satisfy tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people, food.

Is it called potatoes?

The name is strange, but it can understand the suffering of all beings.

It only takes a few years for food to survive.

Build walls, accumulate food, and slowly become king.

The claim made by this friend is indeed a good way.

But he could not relax with the preparation.

There is always a kind of person in the world, all good things they want to own, not even at the cost.

They are door valves.

But this time, whoever dares to do it, he will let anyone go up in smoke.

By his means, killing a few people does not need to be alarmed.

...

There is a divine array in the world, the mighty energy is vast, and the wisdom of countless human beings in the founding years of the Han Dynasty is gathered with the eyes of the sword of the Red God, gathering the great luck of the Han Dynasty and guarding the rivers and mountains of the great man.

More than 100 years ago, Wang Yanwei's position, strong, almost successful, launched by the Divine Front, the power of the sword of the Red God to punish the heavens, the king re-played the prototype.

The king died because of this.

God’s Word has also been somewhat degenerate.

Time passed, and today, the Gods are becoming more and more rotten.

However, it is undeniable that even if there is a lot of decay, but the whole big battle of the great Chinese luck, falling on a person's body, but also to call a person's broken bones.

God is the God of the Lord.

And he’s going to break the damn day.

Calling the king, not the king.

He is just lying now.

He wants to build a world of yellow.

God is dead, the sky is standing.

The man should perish.

But can he break this?

He has some confidence.

There is no 100% confidence.

If he died with heaven, what would happen to the yellow scarf?

After all, it was just a pioneer of the king, making a wedding dress for others!

This yellow scarf, except for him, no longer seems to have a catchy person.

His brothers could not, nor could his disciples.

Too weak.

Also, the eyes are too small.

Zhang Xiao could not help but look at Lu Yun, and his heart gradually had an idea.

...

When the great wise teacher looked at Lu Yun, Lu Yun was also looking at the look of the great wise teacher, slightly relaxed, just about to speak, Zhang Xiao suddenly waved his hand, and a scroll book came to Lu Yun's hand.

“What is this?”Lu Yun was surprised to ask.

“A book of heaven.”The sound of the horns is still extremely mild."This book is the foundation of my practice, and I hope to cherish it."

The book of heaven was sent out by Zhang horn, as if it was just sent out something that didn't matter...

Seeing that Lu Yun was talking again, Zhang Xiao smiled and said, “The Dao friend has sacrificed a god for the world, what is a book of heaven?”

“In the next few years, we can’t say, we can meet again!”

"When I met you, I said, I could look at the days I had slaughtered in those years."

The words fell, and the horned man disappeared.

“...”