After seeing the boundary monument of Yangcheng County, they entered the territory of Yangcheng County. Lan Jizong and a group of officials could not help but speed up their horses. Seeing that the sun had just begun to turn west, Lan Jizong was on the horse's back.
He drank: "If you can get to Yangcheng County today, a certain family will take credit for you!"
Several close officials immediately became energetic. Even if they were from the Imperial City Department, they still had to survey every year, but their survey was different from that of the courtiers.
If they can record the merits, they will save themselves the trouble of three surveys and even change the price.
Who wouldn't want such a good thing, so several of his subordinates no longer cherished the horse power, and desperately urged the military horses on their crotches. Seeing this scene, Lan Jizong felt distressed, not only for the "little brats" of the Imperial City Division, but also for these
War horse.
Unless the matter was urgent, he would never dare to waste his army and horses like this. Lan Jizong, who had fought on the battlefield, could tell by looking at the saliva spilling from the horse's mouth that the army and horses under his crotch were useless!
After entering Yangcheng County, I clearly felt the difference here. No matter what kind of land it was, there were people working on it. In Lan Jizong's view, some of the land was just newly opened wasteland. It would be impossible to cultivate such land for several years.
, crops don’t grow well in this land.
Opening up wasteland does not mean just reclaiming the wasteland. It also requires soaking in manure and planting some crops for two or three years. When the moisture in the land is good and the surrounding canals are used to divert it, then it can be considered a piece of land.
Nice fields.
It's almost autumn now, and it's already past summer planting time to reclaim wasteland. It's impossible to catch up with the autumn harvest. However, the people in Yangcheng County have not given up reclaiming wasteland.
Seeing the fields full of people working, I felt a lot more comfortable for some reason, but there were more people digging canals and repairing water conservancy projects.
The puddles by the Ying River were full of shirtless men wearing trousers, the sweat on their bodies glistening in the sun, waving the tools in their hands against the clods of soil in the ditch.
Cheng Gongshou, who was as tall as an iron tower, saw that Lan Jizong's speed had slowed down, so he stepped forward and said: "Everyone knows that these people have worked hard, and they should not be victims of the disaster. It is said that Yangcheng County stopped tens of thousands of victims.
, why didn’t you see it?”
Lan Jizong pointed to a group of children dragging mud and mud on the shore and said: "These are the victims. Yangcheng County uses a work-for-relief method. As long as you work, you should be able to get food."
Cheng Gongshou smiled: "No wonder those people are using sharp weapons in the wasteland. They are all using their efforts in exchange for food!"
Lan Jizong shook his head: "It's not a waste of effort. You can still grow some vegetables on that land. If you work hard for a year, you can have a field, and then it will become worthless and everyone will fight for it."
Got it!"
Slowly reining in the reins, he turned over and dismounted next to a dirty child. Lan Jizong patted his head and handed him the dry food on the horse and said: "Baby, you can eat this hard work in one day."
How much food?"
The child stretched out five fingers without hesitation, and then slowly turned into three and whispered: "Three millet cakes! Four Guokui can be eaten! Three bowls of gruel!"
A trace of surprise flashed across Lan Jizong's face, and he asked with a smile: "Are there any pickles?"
"Of course there are, the pickled vegetables my dad bought from the market are delicious!"
Cheng Gongshou looked at the dirty child and felt a little unbearable: "Baby, would you like to eat meat with grandpa?"
The child sniffed and carefully put the unfinished pancake into his arms. He was afraid that Lan Jizong would ask for it back, so he stared at the black tower-like Cheng Gongshou and said, "Why are you eating meat?!"
"Follow grandpa to Tokyo City. You can eat meat in the palace, and it's mutton!"
So under Cheng Gongshou's "kind" eyes, the child burst into a scream: "Father! Mother! This person wants to cut off the child's sparrow!"
With a shout, people working around him gathered around, carrying various tools in their hands.
For Cheng Gongshou, it was impossible for this man to pose any threat to his subordinates, but for some reason he always felt that he was the lamb to be slaughtered.
Lan Jizong flew up and kicked Cheng Gongshou on the butt. Then he stepped forward and said with a smile: "My neighbors, I'm offended. A certain family is from the palace. This time I brought people to investigate Yangcheng."
Don’t misunderstand the county’s disaster relief situation.”
The child's father put on a blouse and then said: "I'm sorry, Quanzi is just ignorant. If there is nothing else, please ask this official to move to Yangcheng County. Our construction schedule here cannot be delayed. It's delayed."
In an instant, the overseer will lose money."
"money?"
Lan Jizong was stunned for a moment, then said: "Aren't you giving out rations?"
The man was also stunned for a moment, and then returned with questions: "Isn't it good to give money? Can I buy food if I have money? If I have some leftover, I can buy some things for my family..."
Cheng Gongshou stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes, then looked at Lan Jizong and asked his soul: "Do you all know that these people are victims of the disaster?"
Hahaha…………
Maybe it was because Cheng Gongshou's question was too funny, or maybe it was because Lan Jizong's question made them laugh. Anyway, the men, women, children and old people around them were all laughing.
The old man walked out of the crowd and said with a smile: "We are from Wangwu County, Henan Prefecture. We were hit by drought and locusts this year. Even the mountain gods of Wangwu Mountain were not able to calm us down!"
Finally someone came who could speak. Lan Jizong waved away the victims who were surrounding him, and asked Cheng Gongshou to leave some money to compensate others. After all, he frightened their children and wasted time.
Seeing Lan Jizong being so reasonable, the old man waved his hand and said to Cheng Gongshou: "Young generation, please keep the money. The people of Wangwu County would rather work hard to make money than have your money. What you just said scared the children."
Come on, don’t say anything about the palace officials in Yangcheng County from now on, it will be bad if you scare the children again."
Cheng Gongshou laughed angrily: "Isn't it the king's soil in the world? How can you survive in the palace and still scare your children?"
The old man looked at Cheng Gongshou's dissatisfied and dissatisfied look, turned to Lan Jizong and said: "Master, don't be upset, this is what Ye Xiaoshenxian said when he visited Yangcheng County, telling every child that as long as someone named the palace, palace, forbidden
If you hit a few words, you will cut off the child..."
Cheng Gongshou's expression turned extremely ugly, while Lan Jizong's eyes widened: "Someone is recruiting boys in Yangcheng County under the guise of recruiting eunuchs?"
The old man nodded: "Yes, but he was imprisoned by Ye Xiaoshenxian and the villagers."
"May I ask if the immortal Ye Xiao that my brother is talking about is the Yelang of Yangcheng?"
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't dare to make up any more little gods. He has countless people alive in Yangcheng County. Now he is the servant of the county magistrate. He leads the victims to build houses, build canals, repair water conservancy, and reclaim wasteland! Before, he had
I gave one hundred thousand jins of grain to the county magistrate to sell, and gave another 100,000 jins of grain to the disaster relief workers to take away. It can be said that I have done a good thing!"
Lan Jizong smiled and said, "I wonder where this little god is now? Someone wants to pay him a visit!"
The old man crossed his hands politely and said: "If you want to find a little fairy, it depends on your chance. You may encounter it on the road, or you may not find it in three days!"
Cheng Gongshou asked curiously: "Since he is the official of the county magistrate, why can't he be found in the county government office?"
The old man smiled and said: "This little god is restless! He likes to wander around Yangcheng County the most. The officials only saw the young man sitting on the back of a bull, so I asked him. I guess he is the little god!"
Lan Jizong nodded with satisfaction and left. The "Yelang"'s protection of the child was worth seeking out in person.