In fact, it is undoubtedly extremely inappropriate to use the words "still suffering" to describe the Tang Dynasty today.
Because since Xiao Lizi ascended the throne, these few years have been almost full of internal and external troubles, and he has stumbled all the way through.
Locust plague, drought, military disaster!
God seemed to want to inflict all disasters on the newly emerging dynasty of the Tang Dynasty!
After experiencing so many ups and downs, in today's Tang Dynasty, places like Jiangnan and Xiaojiazhuangzi are exceptions! And a poor village like this is the norm!
Many people still live with less than three months of food in their homes! Even during the Chinese New Year, one has to consider whether the food at home can survive the summer harvest next year.
"For a family like this, do you think they can spend money to buy what you call Jiangnan grain?"
Yan Zhitui's voice came slowly, but Xiao Han was speechless and could only remain silent.
Buy food? What to buy? No matter how cheap the food in Jiangnan is, it is not worthless! Not to mention, they have to be transported all the way here!
Moreover, for a person who grows crops at home but cannot afford food, wouldn't it be a joke to ask him to buy food grown by others?
It's no wonder that Yan Zhitui was so angry before. He used Emperor Hui of Jin's words "why not eat minced meat to describe himself", which was definitely an understatement! No matter how rude he was, pointing at his nose and yelling two hundred and fifty, Xiao Han didn't think it was a mistake to yell.
"Shashasha..."
On the road, the combination of Xiao Han and Yan Zhitui, an old man and a young man, did not attract the attention of the people. Although the two people began to stare directly at themselves after getting off the car, compared to paying attention to two For strangers who don’t care, it’s better to clear the snow from the roof as soon as possible!
If the heavy snow on the roof collapses and the house collapses, they really won't have to live this year!
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve!
Perhaps, for wealthy people like Xiao Han, the Chinese New Year is a festival, but for poor people like them, the Chinese New Year is nothing more than a pass.
"You also said before that next year will be a disaster year. How do you think this kind of family should live during the disaster year?"
Looking at the busy people in front of him, Yan Zhitui sighed softly and slowly asked.
"The imperial court will always provide relief." Xiao Han, who was next to him, replied in a tone of voice.
"Relief? There are so many people in the world, how should we provide relief?" Yan Zhitui glanced at Xiao Han, and his voice did not seem to contain any emotion.
Xiao Han opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. It was only then that he suddenly understood why Yan Zhitui had to bring him here.
In addition to urging him, quickly find a way to get those magical grains! There is probably another more important reason, and that is Xiao Lizi’s Northern Expedition plan.
Judging from the current situation, this severe winter will definitely last until spring! If the ice and snow still do not melt by then, the wheat and grain in that field will only face one possibility, and that is the failure of production!
Judging from the grain reserves of these ordinary families, it may be possible to survive the winter, but if there is still no harvest in the fields in summer, they will definitely not be able to survive!
At that time, with no hope of livelihood, they will have no choice but to leave the land they depend on to seek life in a foreign land, or they will have no choice but to rise up and rob and plunder for a living!
At that time, facing a refugee team that is thousands of times more terrifying than the locust plague, what should Li Shimin do?
In the past, Xiao Han always couldn't understand why every time there was a disaster, the court would either carry out large-scale construction projects or go to war! After all, you will not be able to live peacefully and spend the disaster years well.
But now he wants to understand a little bit more.
Rather than leaving these people to fend for themselves, why not fight for relief! At least it can give these people a way to survive, and the country will not be in such trouble!
After all, once the war machine starts, everything must make way for it!
At that time, both national and private food will be gathered towards the army unconditionally!
And those people who should have become refugees and disaster victims will not worry about starving to death as long as they join the army, even if they are just auxiliary soldiers.
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"Eh? Why did Mr. Yan suddenly go to Xiao Han?"
Chang'an Imperial Palace
Although the court meeting has been dismissed, as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin did not slack off in government affairs. At this time, he was holding a letter and frowning and talking to himself.
Behind him, the eldest grandson, who was walking over with a plate of preserves, was slightly startled when he heard Xiao Lizi's words, but soon returned to normal. Then he pretended not to hear anything, walked over gently, and handed over the preserves. Put it on the table in front of Xiao Lizi, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, why are you so sad today?"
Xiao Lizi didn't need to raise his head, he only heard the voice of his eldest grandson. The frown he had just frowned slowly relaxed. He shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just curious. Mr. Yan and Xiao Han seem to be very close now." !" After that, he handed the letter in his hand to Changsun: "Look, he went to see Xiao Han specifically today."
"Oh? Really?" Changsun pretended not to know about this, took the letter naturally, and then asked casually: "How did Erlang know that the old gentleman had gone to see Xiao Han?"
Hearing this, Xiao Lizi rolled his eyes and pointed to the letter: "How could I not know? Master Yan had someone prepare five hundred strings of money and send it to Xiao Han since he came back from Xiao Han, saying it was me Taking the lead in donating money to the poor people, and calling on other wealthy households to contribute money together, this matter has made a big fuss in Chang'an. If I don't even know about this, wouldn't I be deaf or blind?"
"Oh? Is there anything else about this?" Changsun Qinghe said, and did not bother to correct her husband's unlucky words. He quickly opened the letter and read it calmly.
The letter was written by Chang'an Baiqisi. Unlike the censor who had heard about the incident, Baiqi's investigation scope was undoubtedly much larger and more complicated!
They are not only responsible for paying attention to the ministers and local affairs, but also the rumors and changes in the public. They have become the emperor's eyes and ears among the people, and they are also a pair of very bright eyes and ears!
For example, in this letter in Changsun's hand.
Baiqi recorded in detail when Yan Zhitui left the city, when he entered Xiao Han's home, and when they went to a poor village in Sanyuan County together until they finally parted ways.
Except for what happened at Xiao Han's house during this period, Bai Qi had no way of knowing, and everything else was very detailed.
