Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 550
After ten consecutive days of wind and snow, shivering refugees have appeared on some streets.

They are not refugees from one place, but sporadic people from Yongzhou, Fuzhou, and Xiongzhou, and they may not be caused by harvest failure.

Even at the feet of the emperor, it is inevitable that there will be beggars.

No matter how bright the sun is, there is also sadness that cannot be sunburned.

Although it is unsightly, Fan Zheng can't drive people out of Yongzhou and let them freeze to death or starve to death, right?

Fan Zheng wasn't a good person, but he wasn't so bad. For the sake of exams, he could only kill as few people as possible.

Fortunately, it mainly involves food and goods, not to mention money, Yongzhou is still quite wealthy.

Li Jingheng, who yelled "too free" all day long, was caught by Fan Zheng on an errand, and with Sicang Mansion and Sicang Shi, he drove dozens of prisoners to give relief outside Anhua Gate and beside Qingming Canal.

By the side of the canal, the prisoners simply nailed planks to make simple wooden sheds.

Inside the shed, broken pots and stoves lit a charcoal fire, and the charcoal gradually turned red to drive away the cold breath.

At the door, a thick cloth curtain was hung to keep out the wind and rain.

If Fan Laoshi had been there, he would have cursed "nail carpenter" heartbroken.

A little more normal carpentry work uses a mortise and tenon structure!
Use nails, lose the face of the patriarch!

Three-year-old wheat and nine-year-old millet were cooked in the big cauldron, some fishy pork and radish in the cellar were chopped in, sprinkled with salt, and the cauldron kept stirring, the hot steam exuded a faint aroma.

The grain used for relief is usually these old grains. When the grain is old enough to be close to furoic acid, it can only be fed to animals if it is piled up for a while.

To Li Jingheng who was serving delicious food, this aroma was really not worth mentioning;
For those who starve, this is the supreme delicacy!
Without word, hundreds of men, women and children with quail and knots appeared unkempt in front of the tripod, holding pottery bowls with gaps in them, licking their dry lips, their eyes dull.

If it is normal, many good people donate porridge and rice, but the wind and snow make many people reluctant to go out.

Hunger is a terrible feeling, the hands and feet will tremble, the intestines will be like fire, the stomach will hurt like a knife, and the brain... no, what brains do you have at this time?

If it weren't for the last sliver of reason to control, those Sicangfu and Sicangshi who were carrying horizontal knives and iron rulers were a bit vicious, and they would have rushed up to snatch them.

So, even if it's a good-hearted relief, you still have to have a vicious appearance.

Otherwise, if you step on it and do bad things with good intentions, you can't even tell.

The bearded Sicang Mansion raised his iron ruler and roared: "Don't drive in Yongzhou, Huarong Jianguo County Marquis Fan Gong, Lianer and other small people are lonely and helpless, so Li Jingheng, who joined the army with Sicang, came to help!"

"There is porridge in the cauldron, and charcoal in the shed to drive away the cold. You wait but follow the order and protect your own life!"

"Order: First the young and then the old, first the female and then the male, and serve porridge in order. If you don't obey orders, serve with an iron ruler!"

At this time, no one will listen if you are not fierce.

Being in harmony will only make things messy.

Finally someone crossed his hands: "Report to join the army, the porridge is already cooked, you can turn the heat down and serve the porridge."

Li Jingheng stretched out Dai Wei's palm triumphantly: "Give porridge!"

Haha, although it is not as good as Aye's battlefield, it is not useless!
The children who took the lead took the porridge one by one, bowed slightly to express their thanks, and Li Jingheng couldn't help showing a smile.

For the first time in this life, I know that accumulating virtue and doing good deeds is still a happy thing.

A certain man is also a good man!
Of course Li Jingheng didn't know that what people are best at is moving themselves.

Suddenly, a man in ragged clothes pushed away the baby who was receiving the porridge, put the bowl under the spoon, and greedily looked at the sticky porridge.

Li Jingheng glared at him, and Sicang Mansion and Sicang Shi immediately rushed forward, dragging the man's long dirty hair aside, and beat him up with Tie Chi.

Seeing the baby who fell down, with tears in his eyes, but resisted making a sound, Li Jingheng wanted to reach out to give him a hand, but he was a bit of a clean freak.

"Get up, continue to eat porridge, and keep full."

It was rare for Li Jingheng to be a good person.

The bearded Sicangfu stopped beating the man, walked up to Li Jingheng and crossed his hands, and said with a serious look: "Please join the army and take back your life."

"What? Can't I compensate the baby with a few more bowls of porridge?" Li Jingheng's brows and eyes showed annoyance.

The Sicang mansion replied seriously: "I really can't. I know the sympathy of those who joined the army, but the compensation for the baby is at most two bowls."

"I don't know if I joined the army. People who are extremely hungry often eat without restraint. Some people are starved to death."

Li Jingheng opened his mouth wide, let the snowflakes fly into his mouth in a daze, and then forked his hands after more than ten breaths: "This official is ignorant."

The most important thing in the education Li Jingheng received was to dare to admit his mistakes.

The man who was punished was kicked by Sicang Shi to the last position in the line, and he was beaten for nothing, and he became more and more hungry.

The effect of killing chickens to warn monkeys is quite good, the refugees instantly became organized, and the speed of receiving porridge was much faster.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of Sicang Shi, the refugees went into the sheds to keep warm, and designated specific transfer areas.

After all, this place is next to the Anhua Gate, if there is shit everywhere, not to mention Fan Zheng will get angry, even the court will be blamed.

Some quilts were given away to the refugees to keep out the cold, but as for how to keep them clean, forget it.

Remember, Yongzhou's relief is temporary, not permanent.
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Fan Zheng was not idle, but under the guidance of Zongzheng Ya'an, he inspected the houses of Chang'an County one by one.

The snow on the ground is not too thick, just piled up to the ankles, but this kind of snow is more dangerous for some houses that have been in disrepair for a long time.

Palaces, temples, temples, ministers' mansions, and merchants' houses are all out of Fan Zheng's inspection scope.

Their dwellings will collapse, and it's not that they can't afford to repair them.

It is an ordinary common people's house, the house collapsed, and it may not be possible to repair it-especially the widow's house.

Inside Changshoufang, Fangzheng was wearing a dog fur hat, his nose was red from the cold, and he was holding a shovel handle with both hands, trying hard to shovel the snow on the street to the edge and pat the roots of the trees.

Seeing Zongzheng Ya'an, Fangzheng saluted with the handle of a shovel under his armpit, and sprayed out a mouthful of mist when he opened his mouth.

"Why is the Ming Mansion here? Changshoufang is visiting Farewell."

Fan Zheng didn't have time to gossip, and asked questions like a cannonball: "How many orphans and widows are there in the workshop, where are the people, and whether the house has been damaged?"

As soon as Fangzheng heard this, he knew that the person who came was an expert, so he couldn't be fooled.

"Go back, don't drive. There are fifteen people in the workshop. Because the wind and snow are too heavy, the villain is afraid of accidents, so I put them in my own house to squeeze together."

"The roofs of two households were damaged. After the snow stopped, they should ask the Ming government for relief. The villain has ordered Fang Ding to sprinkle a small amount of salt on the roofs of all the houses, so that they will not accumulate so thickly."

Fan Zheng nodded silently.

If what is said is true, this disposal is quite quick.

Small salt, that is, nitrate salt, is much cheaper than large salt, and using salt to melt snow is also a common thing in the north.

"Is there enough grain and animal charcoal for the villagers?"

Fangzheng patted his chest: "When the snow first fell, the villain went door-to-door to check. Another ten days is not a problem!"

It is more difficult for poor families. After all, it is difficult to go out to find work to earn money in heavy snow days, so they can only eat a small amount of savings.

(End of this chapter)