Lu Guangyin felt that he had been incredibly unlucky lately, especially after arriving on the New Continent.
It was as if he had used up all his luck. Everything he did went wrong, and nothing went smoothly.
The advantages of the Southern Fire Domain were well known. Crops grew far faster there than in the other regions, easily allowing three harvests a year, and even four harvests on the Black Soil.
Given this advantage, there was nothing wrong with him, as a lord, choosing rice over wheat since it was better suited to the region, right? With the freshwater supply from the Giant Dragon Xian River, rice was undoubtedly the best choice.
But what happened? Who could have expected the damned Three Cold Springs disaster?
It was as if someone had deliberately targeted him, directly shattering all his hopes and fantasies.
His bad luck had arrived, and nothing could stop it! In fact, Lu Guangyin had not planned to flee immediately at first.
After all, abandoning a territory with over a hundred thousand people just like that would have been a terrible waste.
Unfortunately, after carefully calculating the numbers, he immediately discovered that the shortfall in supplies was impossible to fill.
The existing supplies were enough to support at most fifty thousand people until the Autumn Harvest, and that was without considering the next planting season or any further disasters.
Left with no other choice, and after those around him constantly egged him on, he embarked on the point-of-no-return path of fleeing with nothing but a bucket.
Later, because he had been forced into fleeing from the very beginning, the two sides had already developed disagreements in principle. That internal conflict merely detonated the bomb ahead of schedule.
It could be said that even after arriving at the Mine Island