After Yang Zhao left Chang'an City, the hotly discussed hunger topics in the streets fell a little after a few days. Without the gimmicks of discussion, the people of the Great Wall naturally would not waste their precious time and care about the drought in Hedong. Anyway, all dynasties
There were droughts, and in the end, the government released food and disaster victims solved the problem of food and clothing. In the eyes of these Chang'an people, the famine in Hedong this time was just a small farce staged in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
It was not until half a month later that a large number of Hedong victims poured into Guanzhong that the people of Chang'an realized the seriousness of the drought. But they couldn't understand why the imperial court opened warehouses and released grain, and these victims had to leave the land and leave the warm kang.
Going to escape from the famine.
Later, things became more and more serious. There was also disaster in Henan Road, which was adjacent to Hedong Road. Then there was a drought on Hebei Road. The small farce in the eyes of the people of Chang'an City turned into a great famine that affected the Tang Dynasty. Everyone swallowed it.
I spit on my mouth, thinking about how much brown rice is left in my own rice jar, should I buy some corn in advance and prepare for the New Year?
Although the court repeatedly came forward to clarify that the drought was limited to individual prefectures and counties, the people of Chang'an City believed in their eyes more. They found that more and more victims were gathering outside the city walls, and that ugly and simple shacks were unknown at any time.
It came out from the ground, shaking with the wind, as if mocking the majestic and majestic imperial capital of Chang'an. As soon as the gust of wind passed, the sour and rotten breath spread and spread in the air, making people disgusted. Under the city wall, every day
Someone died, but people came every day. One shack collapsed, and another shack stood up again...
A few days later, the court seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and sent the Minister of Revenue from Zuozang to urgently transfer rice and grain to the outside of the city to make porridge for relief. However, the porridge that was two meals a day was not good, so I rushed to
It's too late to even drink rice soup. Some middle-aged men may be able to grab several bowls of porridge, but the elderly, weak, women and children suffer. They watched the villagers rushed towards the porridge shed like wild animals, and took them to take them away.
He wore a thick porcelain bowl with his teeth broken and went to fight for the life-saving food.
The city gate that was so close to him was like a bloody mouth, swallowing up the hopes of the victims. It is absolutely impossible to open the city gate. Since the victims from Hedong flocked outside Chang'an City, the court issued strict orders and martial law.
In any case, the victims cannot be allowed to sneak into Chang'an City, endangering the normal order of the imperial capital. As for whether these victims can have enough food and whether they will suffer from cold or cold, it is not the concern of the city gate guards.
The third camp of Tongwu, Zhenwu and Xiongwu are stationed not far from the city. The Tongwu camp, which is closest to the city wall, is even three or four miles away from the shack of the victims. Seeing so many fellow villagers suffering, the veterans of the third camp
Naturally, I felt uncomfortable. Finally, under the mobilization of the captain Wang Xiaochun, the direct descendants of the third camp entered the city one after another and asked their own soldiers to make porridge to help the victims.
After hearing Wang Xiaochun's report, Li Kuo felt a deep heart. It was definitely inappropriate to use the military rations of the Third Battalion to help the victims, but he could not watch the victims of Hedong starve to death. After thinking for a long time, he decided to come forward with a few friends.
Relief to disaster victims in private name.
After his thoughts were settled, the young man went straight to Su Jinghong, the eldest son of Su Ji rice shop. He then told his thoughts. The eldest son of Su praised him and agreed to sell japonica rice at a fair price to Li Kuo for relief to the victims.
Although the food exchanged in this way is still a drop in the bucket in front of the ants disaster victims, the boy felt at ease when doing this. No matter how the rich family made it, no matter how the stingy merchants who stock up on goods do it, he is him.
You have to be right about this conscience.
With food, manpower is not a problem. The soldiers of the Third Battalion worked together, and in a short while, small carts were loaded with food and left the city.
Make a pot, add fire, make fire, and make porridge.
More and more victims noticed this group of charitable military officials and moved over. Seeing a pot of fragrant porridge with white foam, their confused eyes immediately shot out two rays of light.
One bowl, two bowls, three bowls...
The victims who served the porridge suddenly found that the rice porridge given by the military officers was much thicker than the porridge in the court. The strong rice fragrance moved them to tears.
"Dad, why are you here to serve porridge?" A little girl about six or seven years old asked in a stuttering voice, holding a middle-aged man's hand.
"The porridge here is thick, one bowl is topped with two bowls. Erya is obedient later. Daddy goes to serve the porridge, don't run around. Do you know?" The middle-aged man touched his daughter's head lovingly, and used oil stains.
The sleeves rubbed against the gray-black cheeks and followed closely.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, everyone has a share, everyone has a share!" Zhang Yanji was caught by Li Kuo, and now he brought a group of personal soldiers to maintain order near the porridge shed. When he met someone who had caught San'er or faked him, he had a job.
They caught it on the spot and rushed to the end of the team. There were also some gangsters who were eating and drinking in Chang'an. They touched them when they saw the porridge outside the city. Most of these people were familiar faces, and some were recognized by the soldiers.
I immediately blushed and ran away without the need for the soldiers to say anything.
"Ah!" The more you walked forward, the more people became. Erya failed to step on a single step, and she was knocked to the ground by several strong men.
"Be careful!" Seeing this, Li Kuo rushed to the front and helped Erya up.
"Be careful." Li Kuo patted Erya on the shoulder and smiled slightly.
"Big brother, I'm afraid!" Erya was frightened by this, cried out and threw herself into Li Kuo's arms.
"No, no, no, no," Li Kuo patted Erya's back and comforted her.
"Erya, Erya, Dad is back with you for porridge!" The middle-aged man rushed over in tears and found Erya snuggling against an officer, and immediately panicked.
"Eya, hurry up, let go." The middle-aged man pulled Erya's arm and wanted to pull it out, but Erya hugged her tighter and tighter, and refused to let go.
"Sir, look, the little girl is ignorant in films and offended you..." The middle-aged man sighed and nodded at Li Kuo with laughter.
"It's okay, she probably was scared." Li Kuo smiled slightly and said softly: "Tell my brother, why did Erya come to Guanzhong to escape from the famine?"
Erya Yun pointed and said, "There is no food anymore, Erya helped her father pound the elm bark and peanut skin at home, and then steamed it. But that thing irritated his throat."
"Why is this happening? Didn't the Hedong Martial Arts Commander have arrived in Jinyang City long ago to open a warehouse to provide relief to the victims?" Li Kuo frowned and said in suspicion.
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "What a guru? I only know that a high-ranking official named Yang came from Xijing. When he arrived in Hedong, he asked the Prince Pei to hold a banquet to welcome him. Everyone was a tree.
He can't even eat the skin, he still has the heart to taste the delicacies in the mansion."
After a pause, the middle-aged man continued: "Hedong has a severe drought. Since the beginning of summer, the whole road has not rained for three months, and the best wheat has died alive. Then another locust plague occurred, and the villagers have waited thousands of times.
Wan Jian finally waited for the imperial envoy. Everyone stared at the city gate building and was looking forward to posting a notice of opening a warehouse and releasing grain. But who knew, who knew..."
"Brother, what's wrong? Tell me slowly," Li Kuo vaguely felt something was wrong and asked in a harmonious voice.
"This imperial envoy heard that he was good at calculating the degree, but the warehouse was opened and the grain was put down, but there were not a few grains of rice in everyone's rice jar. How many rice buckets can be sent to each person's hand?
?Why did the bucket mouth look like a stick when I collected the imperial grain? It would have been fine if it was placed in previous years, but this was a wasteland year. There was a big famine and a locust plague broke out again. How can everyone survive?
ah."
A man next to him also complained: "Yes, there are a few iron pots at the east end of the city, and they are pretending to provide porridge and relief every day. How many villagers in Hedong are suffering from disasters? How many rice is cheating on you?
I didn’t see the porridge being so thin that it would be nice to have a few grains of brown rice floating in a bowl. It’s not a good family like you, but a real thick porridge. Good people will be rewarded, and good people will be rewarded."
"After eating the bark, everyone looked for wild grass to eat. But some people were inexperienced and ate poisonous weeds, and their whole face was swollen. The nostrils and corners of their eyes were black, and their limbs were sore and weak. Every day, people died
, Xiao Sifang'er starved to death today. Tomorrow, he heard that someone's woman accidentally ate the poisonous weed and closed her eyes. The day after tomorrow, he saw Ermu falling hungry on the edge of the stone grinding at the entrance of the village..."
The middle-aged man sighed and said word by word: "Everyone is looking for it. The imperial envoy dares to release all the food because he is afraid of eating the emperor's robbery. But everyone has to survive, so we
Fleeing from Jinyang Prefecture to this famine, and fleeing to this Guanzhong. We all say that there are grain stored in Guanzhong, but who knows that we still can’t have enough food to eat.”
The strong man took over the conversation: "It's easy to deal with now. When autumn comes, the weather is getting colder and it's hard to find a warm place. Older people can get through this winter."
"Brother Kuoer, this is too much. I just said that Yang Zhao is not a real person..." Zhang Yanji couldn't stand this scene the most, clenched his fists and said with hatred.
"Brother, how many people have escaped from the famine like you?" Li Kuo's heart sank, thinking about his next plan.
"This is not good. There are almost 100 households in our village who have escaped from disaster. When I heard that there was porridge in Jinyang, they all rushed over, but who knew it was the ghost blowing the light.
He didn't even have a shadow. So everyone rushed to Kyoto and looked after the emperor's feet, so how could they not give everyone a bowl of rice? After all, just under the eyes of the emperor, so many villagers starved to death.