Chapter 303 The nobles of your country are all descendants of my Celestial Dynasty!
Chapter 217 If you see him alive, you can’t bear to see him die
Author: fire pine cone
Chapter 217 If you see him alive, you can’t bear to see him die
"Do you really ask Master Ru to stop intervening in disaster relief?" Wei Guan hurriedly took two steps ahead to catch up with Zhu Su who was walking in front. "Master Ru took great credit for calming down the people and calming down the victims.
Wei. Is that so..."
"Master Wei, do you think that this king is asking for his merits?" Zhu Su looked at Wei Guan strangely. "It is of no use for him to ask for merits."
"His merits will be judged by the officials. It is up to me whether I want to provide disaster relief."
"If Ru Taisu treats him like a child, he will just do something else."
Wei Guan murmured for a while, but hesitated to speak. He sighed before. Please tell me that the Master of the Fifth Palace was purely out of public interest. Is he absolutely wrong?
Ru Taisu had offended the master of the fifth palace before, and later he collected supplies and plundered the wealth of the Shen family under his command... If he really didn't have anger in his heart, why would he use the kind of force to suppress people face to face?
Angry way?
That's all. Wei Guan shook his head. The worst thing is, he will follow the palace master for a long time and watch. If the palace master wants to do something shocking, he will find a way to stop him.
On the left and right, the man in the palace, Wei Guan, is quite respected. If you think about it, you can listen to it...
"I have smelled the aroma of porridge in Yuanji... Where is the porridge shed?" Zhu Su sniffed through his mask, catching the direction of the aroma of porridge and rice in the air. "But it's in front. To the east of the fifth hall.
Follow the old minister." Wei Guan, who had recovered his senses, led the way.
The group passed through many messy ruins and bamboo shacks. There were many refugees on the road, heading in the same direction as Zhu Su and others. Seeing that Zhu Su and his group were well-dressed and large in number, the refugees did not dare to approach.
As Bu Yuanji moved forward, he looked around. There was not much warning in Bu Nao's eyes.
"Ru Taisu's move to control this place is indeed a meritorious service." Zhu Su thought to himself. It is most difficult to maintain stability in this situation. If the people are confused and meet the officials and their families, the people will be hostile.
The porridge shack is located in the middle of the west of the city. There is an open space here. Many refugees with sallow faces and skinny faces line up in rows. Cars with dazzling porridge buckets are pushed into the middle.
Several officers stood beside the bucket, distributing porridge and rice to the refugees one spoon at a time.
Wei Guan waved his legs so that the officers who wanted to see him did not have to go in front. Zhu Su looked at the refugees and nodded, "It's quite orderly. There are just a few officers giving porridge, but the people didn't push them."
"The people are so simple, how can they not recognize good people?" Luo Guanzhong, who was beside Zhu Su, sighed. "But if you have a mouthful of porridge and rice, it is far better than in the past Yuan Dynasty."
Zhu Su was silent.
Approaching the porridge truck and signaling the guard to continue serving porridge, Zhu Su looked into the porridge bucket and saw that the porridge outside the porridge bucket was not very thick.
Stirring it with a spoon, he couldn't help but said unhappily: "The porridge is too thin. Can that kind of porridge be enough to satisfy a person?"
"Don't be angry, Lord. That kind of porridge has exhausted all the efforts of the Suzhou Prefecture in the East." Wei Guan smiled bitterly.
"If it's already winter and there's no food production, how can we survive until next year if we don't be more frugal?"
"Although this porridge is not too thick, it can still satisfy your hunger. Two meals a day is enough to survive the next winter."
"Amitabha, what Governor Wei said is true." Zhu Su's questioning eyes turned to Yao Guangxiao and Luo Guanzhong behind him. Yao Guangxiao took one look at the porridge and then interceded for Wei Guan.
"The poor monk has seen disaster relief in other places. It is indeed not easy to have this porridge in disaster years."
"But... just eating so little, where do you get the strength?" Zhu Su frowned. No wonder all the victims he saw looked listless and weak.
It turns out the roots are there.
"There is nothing we can do. We only have what we have in our grain reserves. We need to live frugally so that we can survive till next spring plowing." Wei Guandao. "Not long after the Ming Dynasty was founded, there was not much grain and grass in the warehouse. A large part of it had to be sent to the city by the censor himself.
The businessman knows it with emotion and moves it with reason. I just borrowed it..."
Zhu Su twitched the corner of his mouth, those officials' Chunqiu calligraphy skills were really not basic, how could Ru Taisu know how to use emotions to move and reason... He had heard that the Shen family had complained, but Ru Taisu had brought the servants to prevent it.
Kou closed the shops of merchants in the city for this reason and forced them to provide food and grass before allowing them to open shops.
There is no harm in that. If Zhu Su were to do it, he might do even better. Therefore, Zhu Su did not delve into it further and asked: "Could it be said that those wealthy households dare to risk Tiandong's disapproval?
Isn’t it okay to hoard in this calamity year?”
"...Businessmen value profits, and when they see this opportunity, they are naturally unwilling to sell grain and grass easily." Wei Guan replied, twisting his beard, with an old face that looked like a ravine. "Don't worry, Dongdong Buluo, he has always been a good person in Suzhou.
To produce grain, is there actually enough grain in the city?"
"Whether the food provided to the victims has passed their calculations. Although the porridge is thinner, it is enough to support the plowing until next spring."
"Well..." Zhu Su looked at the powerless victims and knocked on the folding fan in his legs. If the victims didn't have enough to eat, they would have no strength. Without strength, they wouldn't be able to do anything. They could just hide in the shacks and tremble in misery.
endure.
That was completely different from the disaster relief strategy he had in mind.
"Master Wei, I can't tell you whether there is enough food in the city."
"No, it's been hoarded by big households and they don't want to flow out, so the victims can just eat gruel, right?"
"...It's not wrong." Wei Guan was startled. He thought about it and nodded, but he was a little suspicious in his heart. The little palace master asked him what he was doing?
"If the rich households are willing to donate grain, and the grain and grass in the city can be eaten by the people in that city, will it be enough?" Zhu Su asked again.
"Come to think of it... it might be enough..." Wei Guan looked hesitant. "Suzhou has a rich grain production. If the tax on grain was not too heavy, it would have been a 'preparatory warehouse' (equivalent to the 'Changping warehouse' in other dynasties).
"In the third year of Hongwu's order, the food in various places was enough to prepare for waste..."
"That way..."
Zhu Su looked at the queue of refugees in front of him who were queuing up to receive porridge. At the front of the queue was a mother and her son who were disfigured. The child's eyes were shining and he drank up the porridge distributed to him in one gulp, but he still shouted
Hungry.
The mother next to her looked sad and handed her bowl of porridge to her child, forcing him to eat it with a smile on her face...
Zhu Su frowned.
"It's already the twelfth lunar month, and if you just eat such thin porridge, the temperature will drop suddenly, or the disease will spread. How can a body that doesn't have enough food resist the cold winter and the invasion of diseases?"
"In the past month, Master Song gave him the 'Analects of Confucius' and told him not to forget the five words of benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust. Since I have seen the lives of those people in Mingyue, how can I bear to see the deaths of other moons?"
"Prefect Wei, this king ordered me to send people to get food and grass to cook on the spot."
"At the beginning of the bright moon, the porridge cooked for disaster relief must be set up with chopsticks without falling over!"
"Don't just talk about how to eat, we must make sure those people have enough to eat!"
As soon as these words came out, Wei Guan was shocked, the government servant who was giving out porridge was shocked, and even the victims who were waiting in line to receive the porridge like zombies were also shocked.
Wei Guan never expected that Zhu Su would suddenly have such an affair. He thought that the prince should know the seriousness, but he never thought that he would actually say those inappropriate words in front of many victims of the disaster here.
"Dian Dong...Dian Dong is not allowed! I very much ask Dian Dong to take back his orders!" Wei Guan said anxiously.