Yanwang Palace.
Zhu Di yawned boredly.
Since Xie Gui and Zhang Xin were beaten up by the angry people last time, they have become honest.
After all, since the Beiping Civilian Incident has happened for the first time, it is very likely to happen again!
Therefore, as arrogant and arrogant as Xie Gui, he could only suffer the consequences and wait for His Majesty's decree to come.
During this period, the imperial court and Prince Yan's Mansion were in peace, and basically nothing happened.
Zhu Di also went out and had several seizures as planned, which made many people secretly shed tears when they saw him, and successfully gained a wave of public support.
According to the plans of Dao Yan, Jin Zhong and others, everything is going smoothly.
Now Zhu Di only needs to wait until the cold winter passes before he can officially announce the army!
It's just that life is living so plainly, but it's a bit boring.
Especially after Su Yang and Xiaowan moved to Xishan, Zhu Di no longer had the opportunity to eavesdrop on Qiang Gen, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
"Monk, Chi'er, how about we go to Xishan to have a look?"
Zhu Di looked at Daoyan and Big Fatty in black with hope.
"Su Yang has been training troops in Xishan for so long."
"I consume so much food and grass every day, but I want to see what kind of soldiers Su Yang can train!"
After hearing Zhu Di's high-sounding reason, both monk Dao Yan and Zhu Gaochi felt helpless.
They couldn't tell that Prince Yan couldn't sit still again.
"Your Majesty, since you want to go, then go and have a look!"
"But you must travel lightly to avoid unnecessary trouble!"
Monk Dao Yan said this very euphemistically. In fact, he was afraid that if the news leaked out, the people in the court would suddenly take action.
It would be really fun if King Zhu Di of Yan was directly arrested by the court.
Zhu Di also understood this truth and immediately asked Big Fatty to go down and prepare.
After a while, the three of them finished dressing up and took a carriage straight to the Western Mountains.
However, when they arrived at the foot of the Western Mountain, they were immediately dumbfounded.
I saw a large number of refugees gathered here, queuing up to register.
"Monk, what's going on?"
Zhu Di frowned when he saw this, "Why did these refugees gather in Xishan?"
Xishan is now the focus of the Yan Palace. Not only are the three guards of Yanshan undergoing training, but there is also an anthracite production base, so nothing can go wrong.
Monk Dao Yan smiled slightly, "This is Xishan Coal Industry Group recruiting workers!"
"Recruiting?" Zhu Di was stunned, "Why does Su Yang need so many people?"
This meant that Zhu Di, Prince Yan, took the blame, so the court directly regarded Xishan as one of Zhu Di's men and simply ignored it.
If you were another person and dared to gather so many refugee coolies, do you think the imperial court would directly send troops to encircle and suppress you!
Gathering a crowd to cause chaos is an extremely sensitive matter for dynasties throughout the ages. Once discovered, it will be regarded as having evil intentions and intending to rebel!
“Didn’t it happen that after the popular uprising not long ago, people spontaneously came to Xishan and asked Xishan Coal Group to resume production?”
"Master Su saw that there were many refugees among the people in Peiping, and Xishan Coal Group was already short of manpower, so he proposed a work-for-relief method!"
"Work-for-relief?" Zhu Di was stunned when he heard this, "What does this mean?"
Zhu Di really didn't know, so he looked at his eldest son who was very knowledgeable.
Big Fatty looked confused and shook his head subconsciously.
He knew that he had read a lot of poetry and books. Not to mention that he was rich in learning and talented, at least he was well-read.
But this kind of "relief for work" was unheard of by Big Fatty. He had never heard of it before, and it wasn't even recorded in the book. This was the first time he had heard of it.
"Master, what is 'work-for-relief'?"
Zhu Gaochi humbly asked for advice.
Monk Daoyan had a smile on his face.
"According to Mr. Su, this so-called work-for-relief means that after a famine occurs, we should not just distribute food to the victims, but also find ways to organize the victims to build large projects, such as building river embankments, dredging rivers, and City defense and the like, and now integrating them to produce anthracite coal."
"In this way, the homeless and hungry people will not only get food, but also get jobs. They will naturally keep to themselves and will not gather together to do anything illegal!"
Upon hearing this explanation, Big Fatty's eyes suddenly lit up and he slapped his thigh hard.
"Wonderful!"
"This kid Su Yang is really a genius!"
"In the past, whether it was the court providing disaster relief or us distributing grain, we always provided disaster relief honestly."
"But no one has ever thought of putting disaster relief and construction projects together. Now that we combine the two, we get the best of both worlds and kill two birds with one stone!"
Big Fatty was praising him happily, when suddenly he received a slap on the back of the head from Zhu Di.
"Dad, why are you hitting me again?"
"What you just photographed was my thigh!"
Zhu Di bared his teeth and roared, and slapped the big fat man on the back of his head again in frustration.
In fact, he wouldn't get angry because of such a trivial matter, but Zhu Di found it a bit tasteful.
His eldest son, who had high hopes, really looked like a fool compared to that boy Su Yang!
No matter how good the son-in-law is, he is still just a son-in-law. It would be great if his eldest son could really shine like Su Yang!
Well, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, is sour!
The reason why Monk Daoyan is called the demon monk in troubled times is that he reminds Zhu Di all the time that he, Zhu Di, is the real son of destiny, and reminds Zhu Di of some imperial tricks, such as now.
"Your Majesty, during times of famine, robbers often appear, and refugees make trouble for their livelihood, so theft occurs everywhere and people's hearts are unstable."
"Even if the court is dedicated to providing relief to the people, after the food is distributed, the victims are full and have nothing to do, which will easily cause trouble and even become dependent on the court."
"Furthermore, the imperial court rarely devotes itself to disaster relief. After most of the disaster money has been exploited at all levels, the money actually used to relieve the hungry people is not enough to give them porridge for three days!"
"I hope the prince will keep this in mind and also remember this 'work-for-relief' approach. This is the real disaster relief strategy."
Zhu Di nodded, he naturally understood what monk Dao Yan meant.
The two have known each other for so many years, and you will know after a slap on the butt...
After a pause, Dao Yan explained: "According to Mr. Su, the demand for anthracite is too great."
"Nowadays, anthracite coal has entered every household in Peiping and has become a fuel material that the people of Peiping rely on for survival. Millions of anthracite coal are burned every day. Therefore, the supply of Xishan production workshops is currently in short supply, so Mr. Su is thinking of expanding the scale."
"The prerequisite for expanding the scale of production is sufficient manpower. The small number of people in the major villages and towns near Xishan is far from meeting the needs of the hundreds of thousands of people in Beiping Prefecture, so these refugees have become the best choose!"
"This is the practical application of the supply and demand relationship that Mr. Su talked about. When the supply exceeds the demand, it is necessary to expand the scale of production. The poor monk mentioned the issue of refugees, and they hit it off. It not only solved the manpower problem of anthracite coal production, but also solved the problem of Peking. The refugee problem.”
Zhu Di was confused after hearing this.
"Monk, when did you become so familiar with Su Yang?"
"Ahem, the poor monk is responsible for the intelligence work of the palace, so he often exchanges letters with Mr. Su."
"Hey! You bald donkey, why didn't you tell me before?"
"This is a letter between a poor monk and Mr. Su discussing Taoism. What does it have to do with the prince?"
"The dead thief is bald and belongs to your uncle!"
