Xue Pan brought not only the handwriting of Prince Liu Hong, but also carts of grain.
Wang Pingkou was gradually gathering the homeless people around him who could no longer survive. Jia Cong and Dai Yu stood in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the porridge shed not far downstairs and the long queues of refugees waiting to receive porridge.
"That is our mayor. He looks like a human being, but he doesn't do human things."
According to Jia Cong's arrangement, Xue Pan handed over the grain to Wang Qingtang, the village chief, who was responsible for giving porridge and relief.
Then he took people on the road to deliver food to other places.
The first day of serving porridge was normal, and the chopsticks did not fall over when the pot was in the middle. But after Xue Pan left, the porridge in the pot became clear and watery.
Originally, according to Jia Cong's idea, when the people started to overturn pots and smash bowls, he would order Xue Pan to lead his troops back and arrest Wang Qingtang, who was responsible for giving porridge.
But what he didn't expect was that even though the porridge in the bowl was so thin that it could be used as a mirror, these ignorant refugees didn't even complain.
"Brother Cong, why are they like this..."
"Submissive?"
Jia Cong's fingers tapped on the window sill, and the chill in his eyes was colder than the snow drifting outside the window.
For the people who had been oppressed by him for more than ten years, the name Wang Qingtang was far higher than the laws of the country and the majesty of the court.
If you obey, you can at least get a bowl of gruel. If you resist, let alone the gruel, you may not be able to save your life in the future.
After hearing the news from the soldiers, Daiyu covered her mouth in shock.
Those who disobey will be lying in the snow unable to move.
Daiyu looked at the skinny little children in the crowd who were shivering from the cold, and said with pity, "What should we do now? How about taking down Wang Qingtang directly? Such thin porridge cannot withstand hunger."
Jia Cong shook his head first, and after a long silence he sighed: "Just do what Sister Lin said. I thought I could change their numbness, but... alas, it is difficult to straighten the bones that have been bent after all. Woke up."
If it weren't for the presence of the Crown Prince's personal guards yesterday, Wang Qingtang would have been tempted to store the disaster relief grains in his own granary.
The heavy snow was good. After two more days of cooking gruel, he evacuated the porridge shed, went home, hugged his concubine, drank some wine, and waited happily for the harvest.
Drink, drink, you untouchables keep drinking for two more days, I guess there won’t be much left after this heavy snowfall.
He kept half of the disaster relief grain distributed by the court, and the remaining half was converted into money and sent to the capital according to the rules. At the beginning of spring, it was time to go to the county government office to exchange for the land deed.
"Sir, there's not enough porridge in the pot. There are still about a hundred people. Do you want to go get some more rice and cook some?"
Wang Qingtang glared at the servant and gnashed his teeth in a low voice: "What are you doing so loudly? Take some rice and add water to it. There is no charge for the rice, it's all mine!"
The servant looked at the few grains of rice at the bottom of the pot, and then looked at the homeless people waiting in line not far away, feeling a little disappointed.
But his arms couldn't hold his thighs. He was just a pariah who had lost his land and had to sell himself to survive. Alas...
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The clear water in the pot vibrated in circles, and the ground began to tremble. The refugees, whose eyes were numb, did not move at all, still staring at the steaming pot in front of them.
Only Mr. Wang Qingtang, who was sitting in front of the brazier, had an incredible look in his eyes, and then stood up suddenly.
"Quickly, hurry up and get rice, cook porridge, cook porridge..."
Xue Pan rode a tall horse straight up to the porridge shed, giving Wang Qingtang no chance to make excuses.
I looked into the pot and whipped out the whip, snap!
Wang Qingtang screamed and covered his face, and the whip he threw out in anger made Wang Qingtang's face covered in blood.
Just listen to Xue Pan angrily rebuke: "What a courageous dog. He even dares to covet the disaster relief food allocated by His Highness the Prince. Left and right, let me capture him!"
"General Xue, General Xue, I am your cousin~"
Not to mention this
Well, mentioning this is like poking Xue Pan in the lungs.
He whipped it again and cursed angrily: "A dog-like thing dares to call himself the general's uncle. Come on, Wang Qingtang is greedy for money and food for disaster relief. First, hit him with a hundred army sticks!"
"If a hundred military sticks are used, this man will be beaten to death by yourself. Let's do business first. Brother Xue will go check the Wang family first. Sister Lin and I will take care of the porridge and disaster relief."
Xue Pan asked and looked around, and found that it was Jia Cong and Daiyu who came.
He thought he was not as smart as Jia Cong, and with Liu Hong's advice, naturally only Jia Cong followed suit.
Wang Qingtang was tied up and hung on a tree not far away. He watched helplessly as Xue Pan led a large group of people to rush towards the Wang family.
Woo woo woo...
Snapped!
The Rongguo Mansion soldier who was guarding him scabbarded Wang Qingtang until he saw stars in his eyes.
"Hmm, what are you doing? You're not as good as a beast, you're greedy for these poor people's food, just waiting to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"
Daiyu was covered with a veil, and the cloak made of firefox fur was like a ball of fire, making every refugee near the porridge shed feel the warmth.
This is the lord of Wen'an County who was personally ennobled by the emperor. The noble lord of the county gave them porridge. Each of them had thick rice porridge. If there was not enough, they could add more.
And Master Yumao not only hung the wolf-like Wang Lichang on a tree, but also ordered people to raid the Wang family who had oppressed them for more than ten years.
I heard that Master Yumao had ordered people to build a shed nearby to shield them from the cold wind. There is also a pot on the other side that is boiling with decoction to dispel colds and prevent diseases. Tomorrow there will be even more hungry steamed buns...
There were not many refugees gathered in Wangpingkou, only 400 people in total.
Simple shacks are already being built outside the town. According to Jia Cong's instructions, the shacks must not only be strong and durable, but also have ditches, huts and other supporting facilities.
"If you don't have enough medicinal materials, go directly to Shuntian Mansion to get them. His Highness doesn't have much in reserve. Now that the road is blocked by heavy snow, it's not convenient to go back to Beijing directly to Fangshan County."
Jia Cong issued orders one after another, and the soldiers galloped away in batches and directions.
Xue Pan hasn't come back yet, so it seems that the Wang family's harvest will not be small. Jia Cong tucked Daiyu into a warm quilt, told Grandma Wang to take care of her, and then took a car to the other side of the town.
Wang Qingtang's house is really not small. The large courtyard with four entrances is larger than the residences of some third-rank officials in the capital.
As usual, Xue Pan imprisoned Wang Qingtang's wife, children and mother in a guest courtyard, and then the prince's personal guards began to search everywhere.
Seeing Jia Cong coming over, Xue Pan immediately seemed to have seen a savior. He dragged him into the Wang family's study and pointed to the books and account books on the table: "Brother Cong, look at these..."
He couldn't understand and felt dizzy when he saw the numbers on the account books.
Jia Cong opened a book and saw that Wang Qingtang's records were so clear.
"Brother Xue, this man is really your cousin!"
Jia Cong suddenly closed the account book and looked at Xue Pan dumbfounded: "Wang Qingtang is the commander of the soldiers of the second sister-in-law's father, and he is also a cousin who just got out of the fifth service. Isn't he your cousin."
ah?
Xue Pan knew that Wang Qingtang had a close relationship with the county uncle's house, but he never thought that they could really be related to him.
Just listen to Jia Cong slowly say: "The reason why Wang Qingtang is so bold is because every time he gets a sum of money, he sends half of it to the capital. Your third uncle, Wang Zisheng, is the one who collects the money. "
ah!
Xue Pan felt that the tea in his hand was no longer fragrant. Wang Zisheng was his uncle. If this matter continued to be investigated, Wang Zisheng would not be able to get away with it at all.
As for whether the prince wins in the end, dead or alive, he doesn't care, but his mother is different.
"Third uncle...Is the Wang family so short of money? Is uncle so short of money?"
Jia Cong glanced around at the things in the study and sighed: "Whether we are short of money or not, we can't control it. Let's leave this matter to the Dragon Guards to investigate. The second brother should be here soon after receiving the letter. Let's take stock of what we found out first, okay?
It's important to run errands. "
Xue Pan was an extremely serious person when doing things, and he kept his identity very straight - a subordinate of the prince, and the prince's handyman.
The Wang family was dug up three feet, including several secret rooms. Boxes of gold, silver and jewelry were found, but Xue Pan didn't greedy a penny.
He followed Liu Hong's order, sealed everything and loaded it into a truck, waiting for Tianqing to escort them to the capital and hand them over to the emperor.
The evidence pointing to Wang Zisheng and the county magistrate's house were also sealed and carefully guarded by the elite of Prince Liu's leadership.
Jia Cong took out the grain confiscated from the Wang family and used it for disaster relief.
There are enough grains in several warehouses to feed the victims in the Wangpingkou area until the beginning of spring.
Shacks were built one after another, and the old and weak finally had a shelter from the cold. The young refugees were organized into small teams and were responsible for building houses, digging canals, carrying wood, cooking porridge, and serving meals.
Jia Cong handed over the disaster relief work in the town to Daiyu, and then led the team to leave Wangpingkou and inspect the disaster relief work in the entire Shuntian Prefecture in a clockwise direction according to the early plan.
On the second day after Jia Cong left Wangpingkou, Jia Lian arrived with the troops of the Long Imperial Guard.
He had Wang Qingtang imprisoned secretly, and then all the account books confiscated from the Wang family were sent back to Fusi, Longjin Guard North Town, the capital.
This matter involves a first-grade military general, and it is no longer his decision. But before that, we should talk about the matter of my father-in-law who died young.
Jia Lian did not delay at Wang Pingkou, leaving ten elite Dragon Guards to protect Daiyu. Early the next morning, he returned to Beijing with a group of Wang family members for interrogation.
Disaster relief does not happen overnight. Daiyu took charge of the disaster relief work of a town by herself. From being confident at the beginning to being in a hurry in the middle, to being very handy in the end, she seemed to have experienced a transformation.
"Girl, go to bed early, it's almost midnight."
Zijuan reminded her over and over again, but Daiyu looked at the account books on the table and stubbornly shook her head.
"No, these must be sorted out and sent to His Highness the Crown Prince as soon as possible. We have plenty of food here, but we are in short supply of medicinal materials, clothing, and bedding that can ward off the cold. We must take advantage of the sunny days to prepare them."
It has been snowing heavily for more than ten days. Food and other things are easy to talk about, but as the weather gets colder, many people with colds have appeared in Wangpingkou.
The Rongguo Mansion wrote many times asking Daiyu to return to Beijing, for fear that Daiyu, who had been weak since childhood, would catch the disease. But Daiyu stayed stubbornly this time, determined to arrange everything properly and return to the capital before the year.
Fortunately, the two years of conditioning have worked, and with the help of good cold-repelling medicine, Daiyu, who is getting busier and busier, is actually more energetic than others. Grandma Wang and Xueyan are both sick, but she is in high spirits.
"Ask Uncle Eleven to arrange for someone to make two copies, and send one to Fangshan County Government and one to Shuntian Prefecture. Please ask the capital to send the things over quickly."
Zicuckoo could only force the warm ginger soup into Daiyu's hand, and walked out of the house with the account books compiled by Daiyu.
Daiyu frowned and drank the ginger soup, tightening her cloak tightly.
"I wonder what's going on with brother Cong? It's been several days and there's no news."
Jia Cong put up a guard of honor and inspected the disaster relief work in the prefectures and counties of Shuntian Prefecture.
I met Prince Liu Hong in Fangshan County, and after taking away three hundred cavalry, he went south. First, he beheaded a county magistrate in Zhuozhou who had embezzled money to provide food for disaster relief. Then he continued his inspection and beheaded several more in Gu'an County. Gangsters who oppress refugees.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Jia Cong arrived in Yongqing County.
The snow disaster in Yongqing County was not very serious. According to the county magistrate Yi Wenxi, the surrounding Bazhou, Dong'an, and Wuqing counties were not greatly affected, and the number of refugees was about the same as before.
Before Shuntian Prefecture issued an order for disaster relief, he had already followed the usual practice and asked the county government to set up porridge sheds outside the city gate to give the refugees a chance to survive.
Jia Cong personally visited the disaster relief porridge shed in Yongqing County. Indeed, as Yi Wenxi said, Yongqing County gave out porridge twice a day, and each time the cooked rice porridge was not finished. .
"Sir, there are many kind-hearted people in Yongqing County.
The gentry serves porridge. Compared to the county government's porridge shed, the squire not only provides porridge, but also warm steamed buns. The refugees prefer to go to the squire's place. "
oh?
Upon hearing what Yi Wenxi said, Jia Cong also became curious.
When the court was providing disaster relief, there was a huge area to consider when opening warehouses to store grain. Most of the time, the lives of the victims are hanging on by cooking porridge, which is impossible to fill their stomachs.
Don't even think about steamed buns or anything like that.
Yi Wenxi led the way, and soon Jia Cong and his party arrived at a place on the north side of the county where a squire was serving porridge.
Today we had a private interview incognito. Neither of them wore official uniforms. In order to prevent being recognized, Jia Cong asked Yi Wenxi to wait at a distance, while he led two soldiers to get closer to check.
As Yi Wenxi said, the squire named Guo indeed cooked rice porridge and steamed steamed buns for the victims to satisfy their hunger.
If it was just like this, Jia Cong couldn't help but ask for a commendation edict for Guo Juren.
But Jia Cong soon realized something was wrong. Outside the porridge shack, there were only young women and ungrown babies.
What about the old and the weak? not a single one.
"Let's check. Are the porridge shacks where other squires are helping people do the same?"
At night, the soldiers had brought back the answer Jia Cong wanted.
Yi Wenxi was deceived. He, a county government official from out of town, was played around by his subordinates.
The squires of Yongqing County united and selected young women and ungrown children from the refugees every year, giving them a chance to survive.
Of course, these people will also have to pay a huge price, that is, they will be engraved with the surnames of these squires and become their private slaves from now on!
Many people were even sold to other places and became slaves of others, such as the prostitutes of Qinlou and Chuguan...
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