Thuan An Province·October
At this time, it was dark, and the embankment was built with large stones. Looking from the river embankment, the water flow was coming fiercely, causing water splash on the embankment, but it had no choice but to retreat.
The water vapor comes across the embankment and sweeps with the wind across the farmland outside the embankment.
Su Ziji climbed up the steps to the earth embankment and took a look at the winter wheat replanted in the ground. Some green seedlings have already grown. Although they were planted a little earlier, they are growing well and will probably not fall apart next year. No gain.
"The harvest will be smaller then, which should be acceptable to the people." Seeing that the farmers who were greeting him looked calm, Su Ziji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
People's livelihood is gradually becoming more stable, and there are no major problems caused by the flooding caused by the previous embankment breach, which makes Su Ziji feel that the disaster relief during this period has not been in vain.
When walking back, Cen Rubai, who was following me, sighed and said, "Sir, the people's livelihood has gradually improved so quickly after the flood. Most of the credit for this is due to you alone."
If it wasn't for the young master to have people start disaster relief in an orderly manner the day after he closed the dam, I'm afraid the aftermath would not be so smooth.
The young master proposed work-for-relief, which was equivalent to the government paying food to the victims who were rebuilding their homes.
Even orphans and widowed mothers, as long as they are able to move, can find some easy jobs so that they can work hard to get food.
The medicinal soup is boiled thickly every day and distributed to people in disaster areas to prevent diseases after floods.
In the place where the flood had passed, Su Ziji spread rumors that the locust god was dead and his evil spirit was still there. He could only drink the water by boiling it. Cen Rubai was puzzled at first, but he could clearly see that as time went by, many locations were Diseases have been common since the flood, but they rarely appear here in Thuan An Province.
At first, they were facing a formidable enemy, but they thought that after the floods, there might be another epidemic in the disaster area, and the officials who escaped from their work with excuses were all scolded by Su Ziji afterwards and replaced with those who should be replaced.
Cen Rubai also admired such vigorous and resolute measures.
After hearing Cen Rubai's words, Su Ziji just shook his head: "Actually, we haven't done enough yet."
In the previous life, when encountering a disaster, all parties acted much faster than the government in this world. In terms of disaster relief, there are mature response procedures. Unlike here, when encountering this kind of flood, the court will at most send people to rescue and solve the root cause of the flood, and will not provide disaster relief at all.
But real natives such as Cen Rubai could not understand the "humility" of their own young master. He smiled and said: "Young Master, you are too humble. I can guarantee that your work-for-relief method will definitely satisfy your Majesty if you write it to him." The dragon's heart is filled with joy."
Su Ziji did not refute, but sighed: "In fact, working for relief has been around for a long time, but it has not been popularized, let alone formed a tradition."
"The key is money!"
Seeing that Cen Rubaishang was a little confused, Su Ziji clasped his fingers and said.
"The first is that the court itself has limited income."
Why is it that neither the previous dynasty nor this dynasty has any habit of providing disaster relief? Naturally, there are various disasters all over the country every year, and some places even have one from time to time, and they provide disaster relief every time. Where can the imperial court have so much money?
"The second is to strengthen the trunk and weaken the branches."
Cen Rubai understood immediately. All provinces and counties had to hand over money. In fact, the local governments did not have much money. But for this kind of matter, the court placed the responsibility on the local governments. If the local government had money, they would provide relief. If they had no money, they would close the door. Mouth, consider yourself unlucky, and it is difficult to get money from the court.
And how many local governments can have money to provide disaster relief? Not much either!
Just like Shun'an Prefecture, once there was a flood in the past, the first thing to do after the disaster was to cooperate with the flood control yamen to repair water conservancy, and then provide a sum of money to help farmers replant crops. The two sums of money were used. The treasury is basically empty, where is the money to help the hungry?
Hiring manpower and building facilities are even more expensive.
The "work-for-relief" method currently used by Su Ziji can actually combine disaster relief with employment, but where will the money come from?
Without money, other counties would not be able to learn from it.
"The third is to expand the fields caused by disasters."
Hearing this, Cen Rubai couldn't help but remain silent. However, every time there was a disaster, the people had to sell their land to survive the famine, while the officials, gentry and landlords could expand their land.
Cen Rubai forced a smile: "Sir, the court has already made a decision, as evidenced by the hundreds of hectares of land registered every year."
Don't treat the court as a fool. One of the responsibilities of local officials is to split up huge amounts of land. Any family registered with a hundred hectares of land will have to split it up in the second generation. If they don't split it, they will decline.
In fact, because there are many children and grandchildren, the next generation does not need to split it up, it is divided naturally, and it is rarely passed to one person in its entirety.
But even so, many people are still working tirelessly to expand their fields.
Thinking of this, Cen Rubai was not only not upset, but also glad that he had chosen that day instead of following the young master. How could he be surprised now?
If you can think of this, Young Master is better than most people.
In fact, he is not very concerned about personal glory and wealth. Because of this, he is even more difficult to be subdued. But now, Cen Rubai can clearly hear the fast beating heart in his chest, a kind of ambition, in his heart Slowly spread.
"Constructing meritorious services will serve the people well!"
"When I was the prince, I eagerly joined him. Isn't it because the prince gave me hope that I could revolutionize politics? The same is true for Young Master Lin."
"Now, the young master, although his status is lower, he is a polite and virtuous corporal, so he has more hope."
Looking at the profile of the young man who was one step in front of him, Cen Rubai thought that although the young master was young, he might not be able to reach a high position within a few years.
It must be extremely satisfying to watch the other party step up to a high position, govern a place, and make meritorious deeds.
At this time, the two of them had walked to the bullock cart, and Su Ziji got on the cart. In fact, there is still a fourth. This means that their thinking is backward. For most people, their understanding of the economy is a matter of more and less.
In the eyes of many people, the work-for-relief scheme means handing over the money, which is very distressing.
But it goes without saying.
"Mr. Cen."
Su Ziji asked Cen Rubai who also sat down: "Is there any news from the capital recently? It seems like many days have passed since the last time?"
This naturally refers to the message sent by the wild Taoist.
Normally, within half a month, a letter would arrive, telling Su Ziji of important news from the capital written in code, but this time it took a little longer, and no news had been received for a month.
Cen Rubai also confirmed Su Ziji's words: "It's true that I haven't received a letter for a month."
"One month." Su Ziji rubbed his fingers, thoughtfully: "I'm afraid something might happen in the capital."
"You mean, Brother Lu and the others?" Cen Rubai was slightly startled.
"Maybe it is, maybe it is not." Su Ziji frowned: "But something must have happened in the capital, which made them somewhat restrained."
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