"So there are those who sell their fields and houses to pay their debts to their descendants. The big merchants accumulate savings at double the interest, while the small ones sit in line and sell." [On Guishu Shu]
Jia Xu Weiwei agreed, and the emperor paused, and then said: "It's just a good time for Mr. Jia to come back. A few days ago, I ordered Jun to send orders to Mi Zhu, Taicang to Wang Jiang, and Ping and Zuncheng Bao to join forces to suppress the situation."
Prices, open warehouses for relief. I intended to indulge those hoarding merchants for a few more days, but now there are locust swarms coming from Yongzhou again. Seeing that I can no longer wait, Jia Gong resumed his original post in the past two days, and he and Mi Zhu and others will
Let’s get this matter done as soon as possible.”
"I sincerely promise you." Ping Zhen and Jia Xiu are the same as one, this is also the responsibility of Ping Zhenjian, and Jia Xu obeyed without hesitation.
At this moment, the emperor seemed to have accidentally glanced at Mu Shun, who lowered his head and lowered his hands. Mu Shun seemed to be aware of it, and his lowered hands shook quietly. The emperor then looked away and said nothing.
At this time, the imperial edict had come to an end, and Jia Xu was about to surrender, when he unexpectedly heard the emperor yawn, as if he said casually: "You have done a good job in Wuhan's matter."
Jia Xu lowered his head, pretending to be frightened and said, "I don't dare."
The emperor had stood up at this time, with a few tears in his eyes. He was really sleepy now, and even speaking was a little weak: "This is a good idea. You guessed it right. I sent them to Yongliang."
, this is also the plan...since...that's it."
Jia Xu quietly listened to the emperor's tone that suddenly became a little low at the end, then stood up, keeping his head bowed and silent. He bowed his hands and saluted the emperor, and respectfully sent the emperor into the back room. When Chuo Chuo's figure was heavily
Covered by the curtain, Jia Xu slowly straightened up, and his calm and indifferent eyes immediately became deep and sharp, like a sword with half an inch of sharp blade exposed from its sheath.
He just looked deeply at the heavy curtains in the Qingliang Hall, until another gust of wind blew the curtains, and there was a faint sigh in the wind.
Jia Xu suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes returned to their usual harmless look, and after bowing to the empty curtain once more, he walked backwards and left.
Since the imperial court issued an imperial edict, instructing officials such as the Zhongtai Du Branch and the Zhi Nei Shi to reduce unnecessary audits and review processes, and ordered various counties and counties to open warehouses for relief, with Shi Yushi supervising from the side, various counties and counties, especially
The high price of food in Jingzhao Yin has finally begun to come down. Although it has not suddenly fallen back to the original low price of several hundred yuan per stone, it has at least changed from the sky-high price of 10,000 yuan back to a range that the people can barely tolerate.
Just when the public grievances were gradually subsided, Junsu Ling Mi Zhu, who was responsible for arranging grain in various places, discovered a very strange phenomenon.
"The price of food everywhere is the lowest in Jingzhao?" Taicang ordered Wang Jiang to sit aside and repeat. He obviously did not take this seriously, but showed a smug smile: "What did I think it was? Jingzhao is the king's.
Ji, Taicang is in the city, and the grain can be brought nearby to stabilize it. The price of grain in the east and west cities is lower than that in other counties, which is normal. It is not surprising. Mr. Mi is too worried."
Mi Zhu has been doing business for many years and has become the richest man in Xuzhou. He relies on his keenness in key information. Information that is often seen as irrelevant to many people, but Mi Zhu can always seize business opportunities from it. This time he gave up the idea of being a Junsu Ling.
Analyzing the problem from the perspective of an official and a businessman, he soon discovered the doubt: "Jia Gong." He turned away and respectfully said to Jia Xu, who had just arrived: "I would like to ask, I don't know what happened to these people."
Are there any new refugees at various city gates in Chang'an today?"
Jia Xu had just received the emperor's order yesterday, and only had a preliminary understanding of the current situation through a report from Prime Minister Ping Zhunbao. He reached out and dug through a pile of slips and silk books on the table in front of the three of them, and picked out a plain copy.
The report from the quasi-prisoner came: "In the past two days, there has been an influx of refugees from all over the country to Chang'an, and there have been two to three thousand new people."
"There were three thousand people in just two days." Mi Zhu was afraid that Wang Jiang, who was born in Ming Dynasty, and Jia Xu, who was good at military affairs, would not understand the reason, so he explained: "Just like water splashed on the ground, it flows in all directions due to the terrain.
Merchants also often go to places where the price is low to purchase goods and sell them to places where the price is high. Emperor Xiaowu established the method of equalizing losses due to Kong Gong, Sang Gong and other plans, which is also derived from this meaning. Water, merchants, and officials all
In this way, so are the people. Nowadays, the price of grain is high everywhere, but only in Chang'an, where it is the lowest. Naturally, these refugees will gather in Gyeonggi Province one after another like water flowing downhill."
"According to the current momentum, it won't be long before tens of thousands of refugees will be attracted around Chang'an. At that time, Taicang will not only provide food relief every day, but also allocate food for transportation and stabilize prices. As time goes by, Taicang's existing
How can we cope with one or two million stones of wheat and millet?" Seeing Wang Jiang's thoughtful expression, Mi Zhu struck while the iron was hot and said, "In addition, when Junshu Prison sells grains at low prices in the East and West markets, it is common to see many wealthy businessmen.
The disciples mingled among the common people and bought wantonly."
The low food prices in Jingzhaoyin compared with other neighboring counties, as well as the effective relief efforts, have caused the number of refugees to continue to rise and the demand to increase, which has brought considerable food pressure to Taicang. These days, Taicang
There is only so much grain that cannot be exported, and the rate of consumption is getting faster and faster, not to mention that there are many profiteers and unscrupulous people who rob it and take the opportunity to hoard it.
When the food supply in Taicang is no longer enough to stabilize prices, prices that have been low for a long time will rebound again.
Wang Jiang obviously realized the seriousness of the problem. He complained dissatisfiedly: "The local government has already established household registration, how can the officials in various places let these refugees wander around begging for food!"
Mi Zhu was not surprised and said: "County and county officials only want the area under their jurisdiction to be safe. The fewer refugees there are, the greater the credit will be. How can there be any reason to insist on not letting people go?"
Sometimes, in order to reduce the security and relief pressure in the area, local officials often half-tacitly and half-actively allow the refugees to go to other places to beg for food. As long as nothing happens in the area, will the disaster be diverted to the east and harm other places?
Then it has nothing to do with them.
This is a problem that occurs at the end of every dynasty. Officials' sense of responsibility and vision are limited to a corner. They shirk responsibility and avoid problems, causing the problem to become more and more serious until the last snowflake falls.
Wang Jiang was silent. He knew that this was a long-standing malpractice. Even though many officials here had no choice but to let the people disperse to other places out of helplessness and were unable to save them, it was still unforgivable under the current circumstances.
"In that case, what should we do?" Wang Jiang sighed and looked at Mi Zhu and Jia Xu for help. He simply confessed at this moment: "There are only one hundred people in Taicang who can use the grain.
Even with the rice stored in various government treasuries and the grain shipped from Shu in a few days, it will be difficult for the tens of thousands of disaster victims in Guanzhong to survive this year. Even if we survive this year, what about next spring planting? I have no money here.