Fengyang Mansion, Woyang.
A rope was thrown up, passed along the branches, and dropped down. Youchai tied the rope into a knot, looked up at the scorching sun, and shouted: "Heaven!"
The sound is very weak.
The stepping stones were kicked away, the withered trees swayed, and their shadows looked so cool in the sunlight.
Xie Jin stopped under the tree and looked at the motionless body. There were two straw mats under the tree, and the body was already stinking.
Lu Xin, the magistrate of Woyang County, was caught under a tree. Xie Jin did not ask the judicial authorities for instructions, nor did he report to the court. He only gave a calm order: "Bury them all."
Guo Gang, Qianhu of the Security Bureau, who was standing next to Xie Jin, didn't say anything. He only asked people to dig a hole and bury the body in it, along with the living Lu Xin. Then he led two horses and stampeded back and forth.
The ground is flat, but things are not over yet.
The imperial court ordered the opening of grain relief warehouses, and the magistrate of Woyang opened it, and then inserted a label with a clear price:
One pound of rice, one tael of silver.
In a common people's house, if all the property is spent, it is considered good to be able to come up with five taels of silver.
How many days can five kilograms of rice feed a family of five?
Xie Jin couldn't believe that in Fengyang, where the imperial court issued repeated orders, the security bureau was in the field day and night, and the supervisory censor was running around day and night, such gruesome corruption would still occur!
So many people didn't die in Fengyang, so many people didn't die in Huaiyuan, and so many people didn't die in Lin'an. Instead, in a small place, people died, and not just one or two, but more than three hundred!
They all starved to death!
Lu Xin took Zhu Yunwen's document not allowing people to disperse in the wild, trapped the people in Woyang City, and colluded with local wealthy households to form a "disaster relief team", which was only allowed in but not allowed out. Sliding a rope from the city wall to get out of the city, I'm afraid Guoyang's matter will continue to be covered up!
Jie Jin came here and was heartbroken when he saw the people starving to death in the city. What made people chill under the scorching sun was that there were four or five skulls in some dilapidated yards.
Having a skull is not a big deal; what is a big deal is that the skull is small.
There were still people in the yard. Xie Jin didn't say anything. He only asked the sergeant to note them down. Then he opened a warehouse to put grain in the house and appease the people. Then outside the city gate, he beheaded twenty-six wealthy families, together with their wives, children, old and young. , not a single one is left.
Rich households have food, and there is a lot of it. Woyang does not need the court to transport food for two months. In just three days, Woyang City has been put into order. However, some people who were receiving food yesterday did not have it today. Come.
Guo Gang told Xie Jin that it was taken care of, and Xie Jin nodded. Cannibals cannot be kept, no matter how helpless or hungry they are, they must die.
Jie Jin promoted Sun Yuanliang, a clerk, to be the magistrate of Woyang County. After making arrangements, he led people to continue the inspection. Who knows what kind of scene is behind each letter, what is the disaster situation, and how are the victims? It is impossible not to see it with your own eyes. of.
Guo Gang wrote a document and reported it to the Security Bureau headquarters, hoping to send more manpower.
The Security Bureau has less than 500 manpower in Fengyang Prefecture. Most of the manpower still needs to keep an eye on the main prefectures and counties. Some people have to check accounts, cooperate with transportation, and deliver information. For some small counties, the strength is inevitably weak, and they can't handle it. when.
The imperial censor only has two legs, so running around takes time. How many places can he walk in half a month?
We must send more manpower!
The sunset is like blood.
The palace walls were dyed red, quiet light shone on the face, and a loud cry passed through the curtain.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, what a joy!"
Po Wen held the child in her arms and quickly congratulated her.
"Poetry·Xiaoya·Siqian" says:
When a man is born, he is given a bed to sleep on, clothes to wear, and a jade to play with;
When a woman is born, she carries a place to sleep, carries clothes and tiles.
The joy of Nongzhang is the man he gave birth to.
The joy of making tiles is to give birth to a woman.
Queen Mother Lu was very happy. It was a boy. Yes, he could see little things. Well, it was always inappropriate for Zhu Yunwen to have only one Wen Kui. The royal family should have more than seventy or eighty children.
Ma Enhui also smiled happily, and the boy didn't care. Anyway, in a few months Zhu Wenkui would be established as the prince and go out to study.
Concubines Xian and Concubine Shu were envious, but unfortunately their stomachs were not as good as they could be. There was no shortage of ambergris, but they were not pregnant.
Yizhen'er was a little sad. Let alone envy, she didn't even have the qualifications to envy her. She didn't know if Zhu Yunwen was stupid or not. With his appearance and temperament, he could confuse many people, but he hadn't looked for her at night yet. Once, although I went to Yonghe Palace from time to time, it was only during the day or evening, and every time I came, I was never alone...
Zhu Yunwen looked at the chubby child in front of him, squeezed his eyes, cried, stretched out his hand and touched his face gently, and asked softly: "How is Concubine Ning?"
The female doctor Mei Hui lifted the curtain and came out, congratulating her and saying, "Concubine Ning is very weak. This birth has damaged her energy and blood. She needs to rest for two or three years before she can recover."
Zhu Yunwen hugged the child and asked, "Can I go in?"
The female doctor Mei Hui stepped aside, and Zhu Yunwen walked into the hall with the child in her arms. He looked at Concubine Ning, who was lying on the bed with a pale face and long hair soaked with sweat. He gently put the child to one side and reached out to wipe away the tears on Concubine Ning's face. , said softly: "Thank you for your hard work."
Concubine Ning forced a smile, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Han Xiayu came over, but before he got close to the baby, he was pulled aside by the maid Qingqing. Even Zhu Wenkui could only stand aside.
Queen Mother Lu and Queen Ma are both here, so they don't dare to let anything happen.
Zhu Yunwen stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of hair from Concubine Ning's face, stood up and said: "Concubine Ning gave birth to a prince, I am very relieved, but the current state affairs are heavy, with drought in the north and floods in the south, and the people are seriously affected, so I can't always be by your side. I wish The queen will take good care of Concubine Ning and the prince on my behalf."
Ma Enhui saluted and promised, "I will definitely take good care of Concubine Ning and the little prince."
Zhu Yunwen looked at the sleeping Concubine Ning, asked Shuangxi to put the documents on the desk, and walked to the desk to prepare for processing the documents.
Seeing this, Empress Dowager Lu advised: "Your Majesty, the atmosphere here is not good and the heat is tight. I dare not open the window. Why don't we deal with the documents somewhere else?"
Zhu Yunwen shook his head: "The common people can get the heat, Concubine Ning can get the heat, and so can I. The Queen Mother has been here for half a day, and she is afraid that she might be sleepy, so she won't see her off in person. Queen, please send off to the Queen Mother on my behalf."
Empress Dowager Lu sighed. Logically speaking, the birth of the little prince in the palace should be a great celebration, but it is indeed not a good time now. As the emperor, the first priority is the world. If there is a big celebration and a rich family, if the news spreads, I am afraid that the news will spread. It damages Zhu Yunwen's reputation for benevolence.
Zhu Yunwen sat down and said to the Wen Po and the doctor: "Go and receive the reward."
Just as the ladies were about to go down, Zhu Yunwen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you the female doctor recommended by Kuang Yu?"
Ma Enhui helped grind it and said, "No, her name is Mei Hui, and she has good medical skills."
Zhu Yunwen smiled and said: "Gu Bao from the Jin Dynasty, Yi Concubine from the Western Han Dynasty, and Miss Zhang from the Song Dynasty are all famous female palace doctors. The queen also recognizes your medical skills, so you might as well stay in the palace."
Mei Hui saluted: "Your Majesty and Queen are like this, I dare not refuse."
"Well, Kuang Yu said that you are good at learning. If you want to read the Imperial Medical Code, go and read it. I hope you will become a concubine."
Zhu Yunwen raised his hand.
Mei Hui and others retreated.
The room was a bit hot and stuffy, and the windows couldn't be opened. Zhu Yunwen had not processed a few memorials and was already sweating profusely.
The news of the birth of the little prince spread like wildfire, and the civil and military officials in the court welcomed a hint of joy amid the dullness. It was also on this day that the rain in the Taihu Lake area stopped and turned sunny, and a heavy rain moved northward through Nanjing and Yangzhou. , fell into the territory of Fengyang Mansion. Countless people cheered in the rain, some children even opened their mouths to welcome the rain, and disaster relief officials in various places burst into tears, thanking the heaven for opening their eyes.
Shandong, Changping.
Murong Jing'er led people from the art troupe to set up a stage to sing operas. It was originally a charity performance, purely to comfort the people. In order to achieve this effect, Murong Jing'er also learned Shanxi folk songs and Shanxi operas.
However, as the disaster in Fengyang became more serious, Murong Jing'er stopped going north, gathered her sisters, and came up with a bold idea: "Let's go to the Fengyang disaster area!"
Liu Juan and Yang Chang from the art troupe firmly opposed it.
Yang Chang looked at the worried Murong Jing'er and advised: "Good sister, the people in Fengyang Mansion's disaster area have already been affected by the disaster, so we shouldn't cause any more trouble."
Murong Jing'er asked back: "Why do you say it is adding to the chaos? You also saw the court documents. People from all over the city gathered in the city, and porridge shacks were set up in all directions. Originally a county town with two thousand households, now it has nearly ten thousand households. So many The people are suffering day and night, waiting for the disaster to pass. Isn't this the time when our cultural troupe should appear?"
Seeing that Murong Jing'er refused to listen, Liu Juan moved out of Zhu Yunwen: "The emperor asked us to leave the capital and comfort the people along the way to appease the immigrants who are homesick. There are no immigrants in Fengyang Mansion. If we go to Fengyang, isn't there nothing we can do? Complete the mission assigned by the Emperor?"
Murong Jing'er fell silent.
That's right, Zhu Yunwen asked the cultural troupe to leave Beijing because of the immigration issue.
But the situation at that time was different from the current situation. At that time, the imperial court had not yet solved the problem of farming cattle, the social studies had not been started, and there were no such serious disasters in Fengyang and other places.
"The emperor asked us to leave the capital to comfort the people. However, compared to the people who immigrated from Shanxi, it is the people of Fengyang Prefecture who need us more. We should go back and bring them some relief."
Murong Jing'er insisted.
Liu Juan and Yang Chang looked at each other and then at the others. Everyone knew Murong Jing'er's temperament. She would definitely do what she was determined to do. She also persuaded those who needed to be persuaded and moved out those who needed to be moved out. If it doesn't work, just follow her.
Yang Chang took off the sachet from his waist, took out five consistent treasure notes and handed them to Murong Jing'er.
Murong Jing'er looked at Yang Chang in confusion: "What does this mean?"
Yang Chang put the treasure banknotes in Murong Jing'er's hand, then hung up the sachet, stood up and said: "Since sister wants to go to Fengyang, we can't go empty-handed. I brought five taels of banknotes with me to buy Get the food, find someone to escort it, and let’s set off.”
"And my four taels."
"I'll give you three ounces."
"I have five taels."
"..."
Murong Jing'er looked at the sisters in the art troupe with tears in her eyes. Who said that business girls don't care about the country and can only play and sing "Tinghua". So what about women, and what about business girls. They are using their hearts to care for this country.
A group of 60 people from the cultural troupe collected 200 taels of money and used 150 taels of money to buy 500 shi of food. It was not because the price of food in Dongchang had dropped, but because the people here heard about it and forced themselves to accept it. Food was squeezed out of the rations, especially some people from Shanxi who went out of their way to follow the cultural troupe south in pushcarts.
What touched Murong Jing'er the most was that Lao Wang, who was pushing the cart, sang a folk song loudly and shouted: "When we arrived in Changping, the emperor gave seeds and cows again. The social studies were set up and they were free of need to repair. They were free of need to repair. Your Majesty, treat me like a parent, a parent..."
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