The court did not block the news that Li Yuanhao had proclaimed himself emperor. When the millions of residents in Bianjing opened their mouths to hear such treasonous news, they all scolded the Li family for their wolfish ambitions. Even the poor and small land in the northwest must establish its own country. ?
The confidence of the people of the Song Dynasty is so strong. Whether the Khitan is strong or not, the Khitan has not been defeated after nearly a hundred years of fighting. Moreover, the current Khitan is simply sailing against the current, and its national power has declined not even a little bit. The Song Dynasty has long stopped defeating the Khitan. Take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, before the Khitan jumped out, the Xixia savages jumped out first.
What do ordinary people think of these barbarians from primitive tribes?
In general, just like the people in the late Qing Dynasty who knew that a small island country dared to launch an aggressive war against the higher country of China, at first, the people in the country were outraged. Everyone naively thought that in this war, as soon as the heavenly army of the Chinese Empire arrived, the enemy would flee. His breasts lay trembling at the feet of the Celestial Empire, and he immediately knelt down and proclaimed himself a minister.
Little did they know that a war led to the fall of the Qing Dynasty. Similarly, no one expected that when the Xixia soldiers arrived, the Song Dynasty was thrown into chaos, and several bad news came in succession!
Who would have thought that the Song Dynasty did not take this small country seriously, but Xixia existed longer than the Northern Song Dynasty. .
People commented on the strength of the Li family and predicted how long it would take for this war to end. They were generally still immersed in the great achievements of the previous dynasty against the Liao Kingdom. Is there any enemy more powerful than the Khitans in the world? ?
The Li family's territory was small and poor, and the combined population was not as good as that of a medium-sized city in the Song Dynasty. The only advantage was their cavalry advantage. They had the production area of good horses. land! This is where their confidence lies!
Xixia has horses that Song Dynasty cannot outrun, but they also have a secret weapon in their hands!
The Song Dynasty had long bows and hard crossbows to deal with them. No matter how fast the horses were, they couldn't be faster than the bed crossbows in the hands of the Han people! People on both sides are trying their best to eliminate this strategic gap. The advantages possessed by the Song Dynasty are still enough to offset the disadvantages of insufficient war horses.
It turns out that the war-weary traditional people have been fed some ecstasy soup. At this time, the warlike sentiment in the country is so high!
Liang Chuan wanted to go to the streets and tell these naive residents, loudly telling them that many soldiers in the Song Dynasty would never return, and countless wives and children would lose their backbone. This war would not be necessary. But if Liang Chuan If he really goes out on the street and shouts like this, he will definitely be regarded as a traitor.
No one can tolerate such a person who damages his prestige before winning the battle!
Liang Chuan thought for a while.
So what if I say so? It's just annoying.
After the third grade of junior high school.
Outside Bianjing City, a large number of refugees came like a tide. They were all like beggars and looked hurried. Children were carried on wheelbarrows and luggage and bags from home, and some elderly people were carried on their backs or dragged by door panels. People were like They were wandering aimlessly like zombies, and when they saw well-dressed local residents, they would take out a broken bowl or can with a look of embarrassment.
People who didn't know what was going on thought that Xixia's army had already reached Bianjing City.
Not really.
These are the people of the Song Dynasty, the poor people in the northwest, the displaced and homeless people.
"Okay... let's enjoy the food... baby... I haven't eaten in several days."
The residents of Haomin will give them a mouthful of food. After all, the Chinese New Year is a relatively moist time of the year, and every household still has some surplus food.
Refugees have been a major hidden danger to the imperial court since ancient times. Bianjing City immediately sealed the city gates. During the cold winter months, the refugees could only wander outside the city, forming small groups and eventually forming a stronghold.
The refugees came from the northwest to the Central Plains due to military desertions and natural disasters.
The Central Plains has a tradition of escaping from famine since ancient times. When floods and droughts occur, most people in the Central Plains go to the northwest to escape famine. For example, people in Henan will run to Shanxi and Shaanxi when a disaster strikes, and then return to their hometowns when the disaster is over.
However, very few people fled from the northwest to the Central Plains. If Shanxi can't have enough to eat, then don't expect Henan, because the land here is close to saturation. When we come to the Kaifeng Plain area in Henan, it will only be worse, but now there is no other way, there is only this choice.
Fan Dianyuan's vision was extremely far-sighted at the time. They had long seen the turmoil in the northwest, and had long given up on the thin land that could not grow more than three taels of grain. They dragged their family and family all the way south to Fengshan, thousands of miles away. He also took root in Fengshan, and his life was more prosperous than when he was in his hometown in Shaanxi.
Zhongmu County is the connection between the northwest and Bianjing. A large number of refugees pass by outside Zhuangzi every day. If they hadn't seen that all the people in Zhuangzi are powerful, with steel knives on their waists and spears on their backs, their eyebrows There was a murderous aura emanating from the room, and they had already entered Zhuangzi crying and robbing the earth.
Although the refugees are pitiful, Liang Chuan knows very well that these people are pitiful people with bare hands, but they turn into bandits when they pick up swords and guns. If they are not careful, they may burn down the whole village and rob them all. After robbing, they will pat their butts and leave, and the government will not Helpless.
So since the third day of the Lunar New Year, when this group of refugees appeared, Liang Chuan asked everyone in Zhuangzi to be fully armed and respond immediately to any situation. Zhuangzi was his base camp and there was no room for failure.
There are too many people in Zhuangzi. If the money is gone, you can make it again. If life or safety is hurt, the loss will be huge!
What a big group of people!
Liang Chuan looked at the endless despairing refugees and had some thoughts in his mind.
Refugees are not without their disadvantages. If used well, they will become a large number of labor force!
The urban complex in Liangchuan is about to be completed. State machinery is used to build a restaurant. This kind of miracle has only happened in Shenzhen after the reform and opening up. One floor is built per day. Although the cement construction and wood and stone structures and construction techniques are completely different, It is also an art between structures. Sometimes wood and stone structures will not lag behind, it just depends on whether the craftsmanship is exquisite or not.
At that time, a large number of waiters and maids will be needed. Liang Chuan has considered this matter. The waiters are not just people who come to the door to recruit workers on the street. They must go through on-the-job training. The most important thing is to be reliable and obedient, in case a craftsman sneaks in. , add one or two stones to the rice, get into one or two lawsuits, and the restaurant's sign will soon be ruined.
The situation of the refugees exceeded Liang Chuan's expectations. Within a few days of the first month, the refugees changed from small groups to groups of dozens, and then to an endless wave of refugees.
There are countless corpses on both sides of the road. Fortunately, it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the corpses will not rot immediately if they are frozen in the snow. But as soon as the snow melts, disaster will come, and the plague will inevitably be rampant.
This is the only way to go to Bianjing. Refugees flocked to Bianjing in droves. If the plague spreads in the future, all millions of residents in Bianjing will go to hell.
This matter must be guarded against. Liang Chuan immediately wrote a letter and handed it to Ding Wei. Whether it would be effective or not depends on God's will. The management and control of refugees requires the concerted efforts of the army, government agencies, and grassroots grassroots self-governing organizations, that is, in the village. It cannot be accomplished by just one force or one person.
A Guo was chewing a piece of dried meat in front of Zhuangzi's door.
She has seen too many such scenes since she was sensible.
In the years before she met Liang Chuan, her life was worse than that of these refugees. .
She thought there was no hunger in the Song Dynasty, and everyone was well fed and clothed. Only when she met this group of refugees did she realize that places with wars were all the same, with people struggling to survive.
A little girl opened her eyes wide, her little feet were red from the cold in the snow, and her hands were covered with black mud. She timidly came out to A Guo: "Hungry..."
A Guo's tears burst out instantly.
In those dark days, she endured loneliness and hunger, and begged for a mouthful of food in the snowy weather. She was out of the sea of misery, but as soon as she saw this little girl, all those memories came flooding back. heart.
She handed the dried meat to the little girl. The little girl took the dried meat hesitantly, put it in front of her nose and took a few sniffs. Before she could put it in her mouth, an even more miserable adult next to her rushed over and grabbed it. After passing the meat sticks in the little girl's hands, she tore them apart and swallowed them whole, usually before even tasting the meat and wolfing it down into her stomach!
"How do you steal food from children?"
People are starving to death. That dried meat is a chance to survive. Who wouldn’t grab it? Does courtesy, justice and integrity still have any meaning in this life-and-death situation? Is your child's life more important or your own?
The little girl looked at the adult swallowing the dried meat with difficulty, her eyes full of longing, her throat twitched a few times and then she asked: "What...what does it taste like...?"
The little girl didn't even get the taste of the meat but watched helplessly as the piece of meat flew away.
Aguo pulled the little girl towards the village with distress. She wanted the little girl to have a full meal.
The adults knew that this good family wanted to give the little girl something to eat, and they wanted to follow him into Zhuangzi for a meal with a shy face. The intelligence team member guarding Zhuangzi flashed over and waved the steel knife on his waist, and the adults came to the idea of spending the news. .
It is better to be hungry than to be killed. .
A Guo pulled the little girl to Liang Chuan with tears in his eyes. Liang Chuan looked at the girl with some surprise and asked, "A Guo, who is this?"
"Oh, dog, please save these poor people. Don't we have money? Can we buy some rice and give it to them? If it doesn't cost much, we can save as much as we can..."
Liang Chuan doesn't have compassion. Every day he sees these homeless people and his compassion overflows. But these people keep coming like a tide. God knows how many people there are. His power is like a wave in the sea. How many people can a drop of water help?
The little girl didn't cry or make a fuss. She stood quietly and looked at Liang Chuan, her eyes looking forward to a bite of food, but she didn't make a fuss or make a fuss.
Liang Chuan knelt down and touched her cheek distressedly, and wiped away the stains on her face.
What would Yi Niang do if she were here today? She would definitely take in this little girl without saying a word. Yi Niang would not consider whether she is strong enough, she would only do what is in front of her and do what she can.
If I don't do anything today, Yi Niang will resent me in the future.
"Leave her here, I know what to do."
Liang Chuan didn't explain too much, but went to find Sun Houpu.
After all, Sun Houpu's physique was not as good as Liang Chuan's. He stayed in the house all day long, roasting over the charcoal fire, but asked his men to go around the city to inquire about various prices and gossip. The excellent qualities of a businessman were fully demonstrated.
As soon as Liang Chuan entered Sun Houpu's house, he found that the house was extremely neat and tidy. It exuded a faint fragrance of tea leaves and no other odors. The warmth of the charcoal fire filled the entire room. Sun Houpu was wrapped in a thick mink fur cloak, and he had the air of a young man from an aristocratic family.
Seeing Liang Chuan rushing over, Sun Houpu probably wanted to discuss something with him, so he asked first, "What happened?"
"What is the price of food in Bianjing City now?"
Sun Houpu said, "One bushel of corn is eleven cents, and rice is thirty cents per liter. The weather is cold this year and the harvest is not good, so the price of rice is one to two percent higher than in previous years."
"It is indeed a bit expensive, but compared to the flood that year, the price of rice is already a reasonable price."
"You... Third brother, aren't you planning to...?"
Liang Chuan nodded and said, "I plan to open a porridge shed to help these refugees!"
Sun Houpu somewhat admired Liang Chuan's domineering attitude. This person never considered the issue of interests and costs, but morality first. . . How can I not admire myself!
Liang Chuan then asked: "How much does a dou of bran cost?"
Sun Houpu was stunned for a moment and couldn't figure out why Liang Chuan would ask this question at this time. However, he was stunned for a moment and replied: "Bran is for livestock. Three buckets of bran is almost equal to one bucket of corn."
