"Have you made up your mind to report to the imperial court and open Taicang to provide relief to the victims?"
Yang Huahua stared at Li Kuo in disbelief, her tone already vibrating. She could say whatever she wanted, but why didn't this idiot understand?
"Yes, just now my brothers from Tongwuying and I were cooking porridge and giving alms outside the city gate, and we were deeply touched. The folks in Hedong were hit by a severe drought and a locust plague, so they left their hometowns and came to Chang'an to seek survival. If this hadn't happened
After passing through the imperial court, I'm afraid no one can win it over."
Li Kuo nodded, his eyes resolute.
"Oh, brother Kuo'er is really loyal and kind. Do you know that Taicang's grain reserves are prepared for emergencies. For the war in Longyou, Taicang's grain has been exhausted. Your Majesty is worried about this matter now.
, what good results can you achieve by playing at this time?"
Yang Huahua raised her eyebrows and let out a light chuckle. In her opinion, the matter of releasing grains was simply impossible to achieve, and it would be nothing more than humiliating herself.
"To prepare for emergencies, isn't it the time of great disaster? If the court does not open the warehouses to release grain, these victims may not be able to survive this winter." Li Kuo sighed and said worriedly.
Of course he knew that Taicang had to be opened as a last resort if the grain storage capacity was insufficient, but now that the victims from Hedong had poured into Guanzhong, he couldn't just ignore it like this.
"They originally belonged to Hedong Road. Moving without permission from the imperial court was a serious crime. It was a great grace for the Holy Spirit not to issue an edict and blame them. Now they actually want to gather a crowd and threaten the imperial court to ask for rations. Haha... Besides, if it is a border pass
If war breaks out again, this food will be the life-saving food for the soldiers. If all of it is eaten by these victims, what will happen then?"
However, Yang Huahua did not agree with the young man's point of view. In her opinion, these refugees were already in the wrong and moving without permission was a serious crime. (Note 1)
Li Kuo had been arguing with Yang Huahua for nearly half an hour, and Li Kuo was already a little impatient: "According to what Madam said, the lives of the soldiers at the border are important, but the lives of the victims in Hedong are not? Now the border is peaceful, and each road has enough food.
The soldiers eat it, but these victims can’t even eat the bark!”
Yang Huahua smiled coldly: "Do you really think His Majesty will open a warehouse to release grain just because of your words? The grain release in Jinyang Mansion has forced the Holy One to postpone the payment of hundreds of officials' salaries. If all the grain stored in Taicang is provided to these refugees, the court will
How can one’s heart be at ease?”
"In the final analysis, Madam thinks that the lives of the people are cheap." Li Kuo shook his head and said with a bitter smile. If Yang Huahua really thought so, he would have nothing to say. Their backgrounds are different, and their perspectives on the problem are naturally different.
"Brother Kuo'er, why do you miss the slave family so much? Sit down, come on, sit down." Yang Huahua grabbed Li Kuo's right arm and pulled him aside, sighing.
"Disaster relief is not as simple as you think. There are too many interests involved. Just think about it, if the imperial court ordered the opening of Taicang to provide relief to the victims, would those aristocratic families also have to open their warehouses and donate to the victims?
Victims?" Seeing the young man eager to get up, Yang Huahua sighed: "Don't glare at the slave family. It's not that the slave family pities the stored grain, but every family has its own plan. There is no guarantee that all the high officials in the court are saints. I told you before
The aristocratic family has already offended them by requisitioning food. If the court continues to make desperate gestures this time, something may happen."
"Then what should we do? If the imperial court doesn't come forward, who has enough financial resources to provide food?"
Li Kuo is now only concerned about how to raise enough food. Countless children like Erya are now waiting for relief outside the city.
"Hey, little enemy, I owe you in my previous life." Yang Huahua paused and said quietly: "Since it is inconvenient for the court to come forward, someone from the slave family will come forward to be the sinner."
"Madam, you..." Li Kuo scratched his head, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
"My Yang family is notorious throughout Chang'an, so I don't care if there is one more person." Yang Huahua shook her head mockingly, "However, this matter must be done according to the slave family's instructions..."
Yang Huahua leaned close to Li Kuo and whispered.
...
The sun hung in the middle of the sky, exuding bursts of heat. The sun moved hesitantly for a long time, but it didn't even set. The annoying sunlight penetrated the clouds, making people blink. At this time, even if
The most dedicated merchants will also close their stalls and hide under the elm and poplar trees to avoid the sun.
In Mrs. Guo Guo's mansion, a group of male servants in waistcoats hurriedly carried grain bags and walked towards the cart not far away.
"I said Brother Qi, what's wrong with my wife today? So many bags of good rice have to be transported to the city gate to give to those beggars?"
Wu Dabao picked up a rice bag, stabilized it, and walked toward the cart about twenty steps away. He really didn't understand why the white-flowered and fragrant rice was given to others for no reason.
"I heard that this group of people are all poor people from Hedong. They flocked to Guanzhong because of the famine. You tell me, they are really a bunch of bad guys. We in Chang'an City don't even have enough to eat, but they come to share the food and commit evil.
ah."
"You kid, stop complaining. Of course Madam has her reasons for giving this order. Besides, this is a great deed to do good deeds and accumulate merit. Good people will be rewarded. God is watching when people do what they do."
The man Wu Dabao calls Fourth Brother Qi is a strong man about thirty years old, with a curly beard and strong limbs. However, contrary to his Wu Dabao appearance, this man has a kind-hearted nature and is most of all a believer in Buddhism.
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Hearing his friends complain repeatedly, he couldn't help but say a few words. They were both from poor backgrounds, and although he couldn't do much to help, he didn't want to see others in trouble.
Throwing the rice bags on the cart, Wu Dabao patted the dust on his hands and walked back to the warehouse filled with rice bags.
"Come on, if you give the grain in your rice vat to others, what good will you do and what virtue will you accumulate? How can there be any good people in this world? They are all dominated by treacherous ministers. Ugh..."
Just as Wu Dabao was talking to himself, Fourth Brother Qi covered his mouth. "Have you eaten the courage of a leopard? You are so full of gunfire!"
"Woooo..."
"I'll let you go, you can't talk nonsense anymore!" Qi Si glared at Wu Dabao and reminded.
Wu Dabao blinked and nodded repeatedly, indicating that he agreed with the other party's request.
"Huh!" Wu Dabao took a long breath and said with a wry smile: "That's your Fourth Brother Qi, Renyi! If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't be convinced!"
After saying that, he didn't bother with the other party, picked up another rice bag, and walked towards the cart tremblingly.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was at its worst. Although the warehouse was only a few dozen steps away from the cart, walking back and forth required a lot of energy. Big beads of sweat seeped out from Wu Dabao's forehead, tick tick tick.
It fell on the stone floor.
Each of these rice bags weighed about two hundred kilograms. If it were not for the young and strong labor force, it would not be able to carry it. Even a strong man like Wu Dabao felt that his bones were falling apart after walking for a long time, and he had to sit down
Take a break aside.
"This is already the fourth trip. I guess after transporting these ten cars, it will be almost done." Qi Si wiped the sweat from his face and said with a smile.
"This madam is really weird. If you say you want to deliver food, just deliver it, and you have to push her back and forth on Zhuque Street. Hey..." Wu Dabao was obviously dissatisfied with this annoying decision and complained loudly.
"Madam, she must have her reasons for doing this..." Qi Si ignored Wu Dabao and pushed a cart towards the outside of the house.
"Brother Qi Si, wait for me, wait for me." Wu Dabao quickly got up and ran towards Qi Si.
"Hey, my mother, any bastard who doesn't have eyesight deserves to be killed. I knocked down your Grandpa Wu..." Wu Dabao bumped into someone and fell to the ground, and immediately started spitting feces from his mouth.
"Brother, I'm sorry." Li Kuo smiled at Wu Dabao and stretched out his hand to him.
"Oh, it turns out to be General Li. Look at me, I'm joking with you again. Really, Fourth Brother Qi." Wu Dabao stood up quickly and winked at Qi Si frequently.
"General, don't take this guy's virtue seriously," Qi Si shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
"It's okay. I'll ask you to transport the rice to the longboard cart outside the house later. I asked the brothers from the military camp to transport the rice, so I won't trouble you brothers." Li Kuo nodded to Qi Si and smiled slightly.
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"That's good. I, Lao Qi, just want to take a break." Qi Si gave Li Kuo a careless fist and saw that Wu Dabao didn't move, so he turned and glared at his friend.
"Hey, it must be, it must be, General, don't worry!"
Zhang Dabao wiped the sweat from his face and smiled.
Note 1: The household registration system in ancient China was very strict, and victims of disasters were strictly prohibited from escaping. But in troubled times, it can’t be controlled much. When war breaks out, everything becomes a cloud.
ps: In fact, the Yang family is also quite miserable, they are the scapegoat...
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