The prince of Nan'an County expelled the princes and removed the feudal vassal, and all the Huo family members were filled with canals by Jia Cong. The news quickly spread throughout the world, and Lingnan immediately became chaotic.
The chief envoy of Guangdong, Si Babaili, rushed to deliver a letter asking for help to the capital. On the first day of the imperial court's printing in the fourth year of Yuanyou, the emperor ordered the first-class Bo Niu of Zhenguo to succeed the clan and lead 40,000 elite soldiers from the capital to go south.
Almost every family of Wuxun families in Beijing went to the Zhenguo Mansion with gifts, hoping that their children would follow Lao Niu to Lingnan to claim their merits.
"It's really ridiculous. Do these people really think that everyone is my second brother? Teacher, look at the Liu family and even Liu Xianghui, who is about to live in a brothel, and stuff them into the military camp. They are really not afraid of dying on the battlefield in Lingnan!"
On the first day of printing, Jia Cong arrived at the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate early in the morning. After going to the Dragon Guards to obtain materials on the relevant cases, the master and apprentice, escorted by a team of Dragon Guards, drove the carriage leisurely to Wanping County in the southeast of the capital.
Xu Jin Youyou said: "It is because your second brother has performed so brilliantly that these people also want to imitate your second brother's success. It's a pity that in their hearts, your second brother is still the man who has no choice but to live in the Qin Lou Chu Palace." Brother Fugui, you never thought that the former Second Master Lian was also the heir to the Rongguo Mansion who practiced bows, horses and swords hard!"
Crunchy...
The wheels rolled over the thick snow on the road, and the ruts slowly lengthened.
Xu Jin opened the car curtain, and the cold wind immediately blew in through the car window. Jia Cong shivered involuntarily.
"Look there!"
Jia Cong looked in the direction of Xu Jin's finger and saw circles of thatched cottages already erected on the edge of the city not far ahead, with smoke rising from the snow.
"Look at the heavy snow covering all the filthiness of the world. Who can see the numerous bones under the white snow?"
"teacher……"
Xu Jin was silent for a long time and then said a series of figures: "The number of victims reported by Wanping County years ago was as high as 1,422 households, totaling 7,841 people. Look at the people at the city gate. Is this circle of thatched houses enough to live in?"
"How is it possible? How many people are there in total in Wanping County? How come there are so many victims?"
Jia Cong still knows a little about the prefectures and counties in the capital.
Wanping County is the southern gate of Beijing, with many merchants and its people's livelihood and economy have always been good. But according to his memory, Wanping County had only more than 60,000 people in the forty-eighth year of Zhaowu.
In a snow disaster, the victims accounted for one-eighth of the county's total population. How is this possible? Chinese website
But I heard Xu Jin say: "This is reported by the government. There are still many people who are not registered at all. The investigation by the Dragon Guards revealed that at least 20,000 people are struggling to survive and have to go to Wanping County or Zuojinzhou County to survive... …”
"Hadn't the Ministry of Revenue distributed enough food and cloth to save the people, how could anyone dare to commit infringement at the emperor's feet?"
Jia Cong simply couldn't imagine that with the emperor personally in charge of disaster relief and the Dragon Guard watching eagerly, there would still be people who would dare to take the risk of confiscating their homes and annihilating their clans to embezzle ink and provide food for disaster relief.
The carriage has stopped at the north gate of Wanping County. There are ten huge iron pots and ten huge wooden barrels at the gate, which are constantly cooking gruel. There is a long queue in front of the steaming disaster relief porridge. There was a long queue, each of the victims in ragged clothes, holding pots, bowls and boxes in their hands, stretching their necks to look at the steaming place...
"Ding ding ding..."
The iron pieces tied to the tree were knocked, and the hungry victims seemed to have become accustomed to the rhythm of giving porridge. They suddenly became excited and pushed forward involuntarily.
But they saw a middle-aged man in government uniforms whip out a long knife from his waist and chop down the tree next to him.
Click!
Sawdust flew everywhere, and some even flew into the pot.
"Everyone be quiet~"
"If you push further, today's porridge will be halved!"
"Anyone who doesn't listen to a certain family's advice will be beaten ten times and sent to Xishan to dig coal for one month!"
Following the intimidating words of the middle-aged yamen servant, the crowd became much quieter, following the rules and waiting for their meals.
The porridge is quite thick, and each person also has a steaming thick steamed bun. It seems that the Ministry of Finance also knew this time that the emperor who had just taken over the throne wanted to take this
This disaster relief operation won the hearts of the people and did not dare to make any mistakes on the food issue.
"Brother Cong, do you see anything special about these victims?"
Jia Cong shook his head. He really couldn't see anything special about this group of victims. They were all in the same ragged clothes, with sallow complexion and thin skin, no different from what was recorded in the book.
As for the images of disaster victims in previous movies and TV series... forget it, which disaster victim has a rosy face, a white face, and a delicate face!
I only heard Xu Jin say two words: "Age!"
boom!
Understood!
In order to confirm what he was thinking, Jia Cong directly lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and walked to the place where he was giving porridge. Jia Shiyi hurriedly followed, fearing that something would happen to the young master.
"who?"
The yamen servant who was originally maintaining order wanted to prevent the visitor from approaching, but he saw that he was dressed luxuriously, with a golden crown and jade belt, brocade clothes and fur coat, and a token on his waist, a dragon with an angry look, shining with golden light.
"Rongguo Mansion is doing business, get out of the way!"
Jia Shiyi chased the government servants away, while Jia Cong was already approaching the victims who were queuing up to receive porridge.
The elderly, children, visibly sick men and women...
There are only a few young men and young women, which is strange and not surprising!
Jia Cong already had a rough answer in his mind. He looked at the childish eyes hiding behind the old man and secretly looking at him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer!"
"Did you see it?"
At some point, Xu Jin also came to the victims.
The porridge-receiving team, which was originally relatively orderly, fell to their knees one after another.
The crimson official uniform on Xu Jin's body showed his status. The county magistrates had to salute the master in crimson official uniform when they saw him, not to mention that this one was accompanied by a group of dragon guards who were feared by everyone.
"Haechi pattern!"
"It's the Censor!"
The middle-aged government official who was responsible for giving porridge here shrank his eyes, immediately jumped off the high platform, ran to Xu Jin and knelt down: "You little man, Lu Chong, the leader of Zaoban in Wanping County, pays homage to the Censor!"
Xu Jin hummed, raised his hand and said, "Get up and continue organizing porridge. I just happened to be passing by to take a look."
Lu Chong was extremely eager to complain, but he did not dare to show any displeasure. Mr. Censor, how many people can you afford to offend?
He quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Sir, the wind here is strong. If you need to rest, I will ask someone to make a room available for you..."
"No, I'm going to the city soon, just go and do your business."
Seeing that Xu Jin didn't want to talk anymore, Lu Chong looked at Jia Cong curiously. This young man is dressed luxuriously, with a golden crown and a jade belt, so handsome... Hiss, Golden Dragon Order!
He quickly bowed to the two of them, ran back to the high platform quickly, and tried his best to organize the porridge donation.
Xu Jin looked at the young apprentice who was still staring at each of the victims, and said leisurely: "This is just Wanping County. In the villages of the big families in the capital, I don't know how many young people have gathered this time. And those women, a bowl of Millet can be exchanged for a little girl... Brother Cong, guess how many bowls of millet the fields under these people's names can be exchanged for?"
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