The amber liquid flows in the white porcelain bowl, which is pleasing to the eye.
Magu wine is a specialty of Fuzhou. It is brewed with clear mountain springs and good glutinous rice. It is also mixed with more than 20 Chinese herbal medicines. It is warm and nourishing, soothes the muscles and activates blood circulation, clears the brain, refreshes the mind, expels wind and strengthens the bones.
Wine, in traditional culture, is also a culture of health care. One cup a day, and avoid drinking too much. Over time, it will naturally achieve the effect of strengthening the body and bones.
From a jar of wine, each person could only share one or two. Xie Jin smelled the aroma of the wine and looked intoxicated. Tie Xuan drank it all in one gulp, and then sipped his lips as if he didn't taste anything.
What a waste of natural resources! Xie Jin said disdainfully, this is slowly... Hey, old man!
In the midst of the exclamation, Tie Xuan grabbed the other person's drink with his big hand, raised his neck and drank it all, then wiped his mouth and said, "Drinking makes you feel tired?"
You......Xie Jin is speechless.
Although the wine was good, Zhu Yunxi had no intention of drinking it.
He said to Yi Cheng, "Come here, I have something to ask you!"
Sir! Yi Cheng came over respectfully, bent down and said, "What are your orders?"
I heard that a few days ago, Fuzhou's failure to provide relief to the victims led to a civil uprising. Now tens of thousands of people are gathering on the mountain. Is this possible? Zhu Yunxi sipped the fish soup and asked coldly.
This... Sir, this official is just a postman...
At this moment, a piece of Jinyi Xiaowei's dental plaque was thrown on the table. He Guangyi coldly snorted, "Just say whatever the adults ask you. What's the point of hesitating? If you don't tell me now, I'll take you to jail if you're angry."
It depends on whether you say it or not?
Sir! Yi Cheng was so frightened that he knelt down, kowtowed and said, "The villain says, the villain says!"
The Jinyiwei were the emperor's personal soldiers, and even the prime minister arrested and killed him. He, a small postman, really couldn't afford to offend him.
Then tell me about the causes and consequences of the disaster in Fuzhou. How did the government deal with it? How did the victims gather together? Zhu Yunxi put down the bowl, sat down with a golden sword and said.
The flood came so suddenly. The victims from the four surrounding counties rushed over. Those who had nothing to eat or drink wanted to go to the city to beg for food. However, there was not much food in Fuzhou City, and the people of Fuzhou also needed to eat.
The magistrate ordered that while collecting food for relief, the four doors were closed tightly. In the next few days, the number of victims increased. The food from above had not yet been transported, and the porridge factory outside the city did not have enough food every day.
How many porridge factories have been set up in total? Zhu Yunxi suddenly asked, how many meals a day?
Six! Yi Cheng hesitated and agreed to one meal a day.
There were disaster victims in four counties in Fuzhou, and they continued to flock to Fuzhou. There were tens of thousands of victims.
How to manage only six porridge factories? In this kind of disaster year, once people get together, it is difficult not to cause trouble. And it is only one meal a day. If it is organized by the local government, it will be okay for everyone, but if the old, weak, sick and disabled
If you can't grab it, you're bound to get into trouble.
Zhu Yunxi said with a cold face, continue talking!
Yi Cheng swallowed his saliva, and one day a few young and strong men who were extremely hungry got into a quarrel in the porridge factory. They said they didn't have enough to eat and that the government didn't care about their lives, so the officials slaughtered a few of them on the spot.
Who would have thought that when the victims started to make trouble, it was the prefect who came forward and said that the disaster relief food from the court would arrive soon, so he calmed them down!
On the third day, the food from the court really came. However, the porridge factory still only provided one meal a day. Carloads of food were transported into the city, but they were not used for relief. The victims refused to agree. There were several victims among the victims.
The leader of the militia archers hijacked the grain truck on the spot and stole a lot of food!
Zhang Shan deserves to die! Zhu Yunxi slammed the table and said angrily.
The magistrate of Fuzhou is named Zhang Shan. He was elected in the fourth year of Hongwu. The official assessment of his more than 20 years of official career showed no outstanding achievements, but he also had no faults.
But I didn't expect that this person would actually be so comatose. Disaster relief starts from the grassroots level, organizing government personnel to separate the victims, ensuring their food rations, and actively providing compensation to make the place stable.
He didn't do anything right. Not only did he not do it well, but he also made the victims angry and failed.
It's a bit ironic to say that throughout the ages, he is not the first such foolish official, but he is not the last either. There are usually five to six people, but when something goes wrong, all of them will be paralyzed.
Sir! Yi Cheng looked at Zhu Yunxi and said in a low voice, Lord Zhang is actually a good official!
What's so good about him? Zhu Yunhe asked in surprise.
As soon as the Fuhe River burst, the prefect organized the people to go to the river embankment and stayed there day and night. As he said that, Yi Cheng looked at the guards around him and mustered up the courage to say, "Masters of the Jinyi Guards, Master Zhang is a good man."
The official is an upright official!
How can a good official do things like this? Zhu Yunxi sneered, but immediately thought of something.
Zhang Shan, the prefect of Fuzhou, was transferred to Fuzhou as the prefect in April this year. He was transferred at the same level. The assessment of the Ministry of Civil Affairs also said that Zhang Shan was an upright official. There was a fault in the local inspection censor's history. When Zhang Shan arrived, he only brought his family and a few people with him.
A servant and a mule cart.
Moreover, Yi Cheng said that Zhang Shan has been on the river embankment since the Fuhe River burst. So who is in charge of the relief? Who is in charge of distributing rations to the victims?
Could it be that there is some hidden secret in it?
Zhu Yunxi was suspicious and continued to ask, "Do you know the origin of Wang Musheng, the thief who robbed the disaster relief food?"
Yi Cheng is a very well-informed person in the local area, and it can even be said that there is some connection between black and white.
Returning to the adults, I heard that he used to be an archer in the country militia!
The militia is a grassroots armed force organized by the gentry in the Ming Dynasty. It is a common people in peacetime. If there is a war, it will obey the command of the government.
Most of these militiamen are brave and fierce people in the countryside, but they are quite famous in the countryside. The south is different from the north. Most of the south has one village and one surname. The clan power is strong, and the surrounding villages have been intermarried for generations. These people are very united.
Whenever there is a dispute with outsiders, these militiamen who are aggressive and aggressive often take the lead. Southerners seem to be honest and docile, but when their interests are touched, their folk customs are the most violent. There are endless armed fights between villages and villages.
How many people did Wang Musheng bring to rob the grain truck? Zhu Yunxi asked again, "Tell me carefully what you know about the joints."
This... Yi Cheng began to hesitate again, cold sweat slowly broke out on his head, and his expression was extremely tangled.
He knows something, but he dare not say it!
Zhu Yunxi winked at He Guangyi, who slapped the table and raised his head!
Yi Cheng was so frightened that he looked at him tremblingly.
Can you read? Look what's written on my waistband. He Guangyi took out the ivory waistband directly from his pocket.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Jin Yiwei Guards... Yi Cheng was talking intermittently.
I am the emperor's personal soldier. Even if the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province comes, I will not tolerate him. If you know anything, just tell me, and I will keep you safe. If you dare to fool me, hehe! I can't take you to prison.
Eat some prison food!
(During the Hongwu period of the early Ming Dynasty, there were no governors in each province, and the largest official was the Chief Secretary. At that time, governor was a general term, which mostly referred to local inspections on behalf of the emperor. For example, Zhu Biao once inspected Shaanxi.)
Zhu Yunxi also said, tell it, there will be a reward if you agree! Then he waved his hand, and Liao Yong behind him took out a palm-sized golden cake and placed it directly in front of Yi Cheng.
Yi Cheng was obviously very troubled in his heart, but when he was greeted, his eyes were the most vicious. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. If he said it, he might be in trouble in the future, but if he didn't say it, he would be in trouble now.
After some struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, Sir, Wang Musheng turned out to be a security guard at the porridge factory. When the porridge factory was releasing grain that day, he saw that there was some sand mixed in the grain, so he made some irrelevant gossip!
What are you talking about? Zhu Yunxi asked, hesitating, say it quickly!
Wang Musheng said that these black-hearted officials dared to mix sand into the grain for disaster relief! Yi Cheng wiped the sweat from his head and continued, he was just talking about it, but he didn't expect someone to turn around and tell the yamen team leader.
That day, four government officials took him to the city prison and gave him twenty lashes. If his relatives hadn't used the money, he might have died in there. So after he came out, Wang Musheng gritted his teeth and simply gave up.
He took a few sworn brothers with him and robbed a grain truck.
Just because of one word, the government officials arrested people and put them in jail? Zhu Yunxi was furious. Just because the people complained, the government officials arrested people and executed them without authorization? What a joke in the world! Unheard of! What they did, the people can't say?
Gee, what a great official power! According to the Ming Law, innocent people are not allowed to be punished, and the government is not allowed to arrest or detain without authorization. Is this Ming Law a royal law? Is it a fucking piece of paper for wiping your ass?
The more Zhu Yunxi talked, the angrier he became. The old man could not sleep all night long because of the disaster in Jiangxi. He used the reserve military rations and the money at the bottom of the treasury to make the disaster over as soon as possible and let the people suffer less.
Unexpectedly, not only did this local official fail to understand the court's painstaking efforts, but he became even more mean and arrogant. Where did he care about the people's hearts? Where did he care about the national law?
Is this simply the government forcing the people to rebel?
At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the inn.
Swish, all the guards in the room unsheathed their swords, cocked their crossbows, and quickly formed a battle formation, protecting Zhu Yunxi by their side.
Who is coming? Fu Rang shouted at the door.
I am the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province, Yuan Wenqing!
I also know Li Tai from Fuzhou.
The minister, Fuzhou General Judge, Zhang Wenyi.
See His Royal Highness the Imperial Envoy King Wu!
The drizzle outside was filled with the sounds of official obeisances, and the Yi Cheng in the lobby was already stunned. He looked at Zhu Yunxi in disbelief and almost fainted.
Are you...an imperial envoy?
Xie Jin smiled and said, you, the Yi Cheng, have been bragging a lot in the future. His Highness, King Wu, the direct grandson of the emperor, is the imperial envoy who came to Jiangxi to preside over disaster relief!
God! Yi Cheng exclaimed, and then kowtowed repeatedly. I have seen the King of Wu live for a thousand years. I...
You are very good. I will keep everything you said today in mind. Don’t be afraid, no one will dare to wrong you! After saying that, Zhu Yunxi turned around and said, Tie Xuan, show me the Imperial Envoy’s Day flag!
Yes! Tie Xuan responded, and then took out the imperial envoy's flag from the bag and packed it up.
Holding the imperial envoy's banner, he walked to the door and saw that the imperial envoy King Wu Qiansui had arrived!
In the rain, dozens of officials knelt down in the muddy water in the yard of the post station.
Looking at the flag representing the emperor, long live my emperor!
Then, I saw Zhu Yunxi walking to the door again. King Wu was a thousand years old!
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It’s Chinese New Year, it’s Chinese New Year, I put on new socks and new pants this morning.