General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 155 Delinquency
During the prosperous culture and education in the south of the Yangtze River, most of the scholars in the dynasty were from the south of the Yangtze River.

These scholars are not all rich and powerful families, and quite a few of them are also real poor families.

But now that a letter was sent to the palace, there was not even the slightest sound. No matter what their purpose was to care about the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, they couldn't sit still.

Just after dawn, Wang Shizhen's home was crowded with visiting nobles.

Those who can find Wang Shizhen's family are basically the sons of everyone who are either rich or noble.

"Yuanmei, you've been on leave for a few days now, Chaozhong is in chaos right now, if you don't show up, we juniors really don't know where to start."

Wang Shizhen sat lazily in the living room of her home and said, "I can't help it. If Your Majesty doesn't report it, what can you and I do? In a few days, there will be new changes in Jiangnan, and it won't be too late for me to do it by then."

"But I can't shake the door again." Many people already have a psychological shadow on the Meridian Gate in their hearts.

That one stick beat down.

It really hurts.

Many people have not recovered from their injuries.

Wang Shizhen is also suing for a false stick injury.

"I have my own arrangements." Wang Shizhen paused, and then said: "If you can't shake the door, let's enter the court wet."

"Wet body into court?"

"Of course."

As he said that, Wang Shizhen had already brewed his emotions: "Ji thinks that there are hungry people in the world, especially the hungry ones, and Yu thinks that there are drowning people in the world, especially the drowning ones."

"I'm also from Taicang and Wuxi to drink water from the same river. I heard that my hometown is devastated. These days, I'm also unwilling to eat."

"I'm hungry and drowning, and the people in Jiangnan are still soaking in the water. Since Your Majesty doesn't report it, then we will accompany the people in Jiangnan to soak in the water! What is this called?"

"This is the unity of knowledge and action!"

Hearing Wang Shizhen's idea, the eyes of these nobles also brightened.

"Okay! What a wet body! Let's bring water into the forbidden area. Even if His Majesty wants to pretend not to see it, it won't work. Yuan Mei is brilliant! When shall we start?"

Wang Shizhen's face showed embarrassment, and the person beside him reminded softly: "I heard that Yuan Mei took a concubine a few days ago, we have to wait until Yuan Mei finishes being a groom."

The crowd laughed.

"It was my negligence. Don't be in a hurry. Let's wait for Yuanmei to be admitted. I will follow Yuanmei later."
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The attention of the three teams of Nandu Household Department, Changzhou Government Office, and Wuxi County Office were all focused on the small Wuxi County.

The victims were resettled quickly.

Countless disaster victims from outside the city poured into the city.

It's just that soon someone remembered "Zou Wang" who had just been beheaded.

Under the instigation of Qin Qiliang and others, people intentionally or unintentionally blamed Ning Jue for the flood, alluding to the new court law.

Listen to the rumors outside the Yamen.

Gu Qingnong looked at Ning Jue anxiously.

"Officer, are you really doing nothing? That group of people almost scolded you on the nose."

Ning Jue sat upright in the hall, dressed neatly, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Obviously, this state would be called "waiting to die" in anyone's eyes.

"Ning Kezhong! Are you really waiting for me to collect your body?"

Gu Qing pouted and stared at Ning Jue with his eyes wide open.

Hearing what Gu Qingnong said, Ning Jue opened his eyes, looked at Gu Qingnong seriously and said, "You reminded me."

Gu Qingnong was overjoyed: "The officials are finally going to make a move?"

"I don't use a coffin, just dig a hole and bury it. If it is left to dry outside, it will easily cause others to get sick."

"Yes, this is very important! Remember, remember! It's okay if you don't bother to dig a hole for cremation... If you don't want to go, you can tell Zhu Xizhong for me. That guy is strong, and this matter is really important!"

"No one will collect your body, you should dig the hole yourself!" Gu Qing walked away angrily.

"I can't even climb in if I dig myself."

But Gu Qingnong's words still reminded Ning Jue that the issue of collecting the corpse was indeed ignored by Ning Jue.

The most suitable candidate is actually Zhu Xizhong, but if this idiot really comes, he will be in trouble if he can't die.

Ning Jue had no choice but to put his hand into his pocket.

I only have these five taels of silver left on my body.

Ning Jue took the silver and found Lieutenant Zhen Guo who had been by his side all the time.

"Dare to ask this royal family's name?"

Lieutenant Zhen Guo rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Zhu Yinlin, a junior high-ranking official, was just recorded by the Ministry of Rites this year."

"Okay, you keep the five taels of silver." Zhu Yinlin was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Thank you Qian Xian for the reward."

Ning Jue hurriedly said, "This money is not for you."

"It's just that if there is anything wrong with me, I hope the emperor can help Ning to collect the corpse. This is really important. There is no need for a coffin, just dig a hole and bury it."

"Success!" Looking at Zhu Yinlin's appearance, Ning Jue heaved a sigh of relief.

You have to spend money to buy it to rest assured!

Looking at Ning Jue's back, the simple and honest smile on Zhu Yinlin's face was very much like Zhu Yuanzhang who was eating a big cake in prison.

"These gentlemen just know how to play, and they don't just say rewards for money."
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At the same time, Lianrong Bridge South.

Hua Linxiang invited Zou Wang's two sons to the bridge.

And those who stood by the bridge were flood victims who had not entered the city.

In addition to the identity of disaster victims, they also have a common identity.

——The tenant of the Zou family.

"You two nephews, these victims have all gone to my Hua family, and I really can't do anything. If it's really impossible, let's open a warehouse to put some food."

Hua Linxiang winked.

The victims in the distance fell to their knees in unison.

"Young master, we have planted so many fields for the master, there is hard work without credit."

Looking at the people in tattered clothes in front of them.

Zou Laihe's expression was ugly and frightening.

"Uncle Shi, you two know that our family still has so much food."

There is indeed grain in the granary of the Zou family, but the grain in the granary does not belong to the Zou family, but the rent from the land under Zou Wang's name by those "nobles".

If Zou Wang was alive, he would use it up, anyway, he would make up for it when the next season's new food came.

But now the Zou family brothers dare not touch the food. Once the food is released, they don't have the means of their father to fill the hole.

It's just that the tenants in front of them heard Zou Laihe say that the Zou family had no food.

His complexion became more and more ugly.

Zou Wang is the largest grain merchant and cloth merchant in the entire Ming Dynasty!
Can your Zou family run out of food?

"Don't worry folks, I'll discuss it with Nephew Zou Xian."

Hua Linxiang pulled Zou Laihe to the bridge.

"Nephew, who will believe the fact that the Zou family has no food? If you don't let the food go, wouldn't that be the same as selling the nobles in Beijing?"

"What does Uncle Shi mean, I put the food of those nobles?"

Hua Linxiang had no choice but to stand where he was, looking at Zou Laihe maliciously.

"Nephew, you can't say that. If you touch the food of the nobles, wouldn't that mean breaking the rules? We, Xishan, will have a foothold in Daming in the future."

Zou Laihe's complexion also turned ugly.

"Uncle Shi, we are all from Xishan. If you have an idea, you can just say it."

Hua Linxiang smiled and said: "Nephew, I know you are a smart person. In this way, it doesn't matter if the Zou family has no food right now. My Hua family has it. Just take some emergency food from my warehouse."

Having said that, it can be regarded as a picture of poverty.

How could Hua Linxiang be so kind? Besides, with so many mouths, every day of food is an astronomical figure. What will the Zou family get in the future?

"Uncle Shi, it's impossible for my nephew to borrow this food for nothing, right?"

"Let's follow the rules and bet some land. I heard that Donghu still had more than 5000 mu of land in the outskirts of Xishan before his death. It's okay for me to suffer some losses. Let's help Donghu maintain these reputations first."

Zou Laihe's body could not help but tremble slightly.

"Uncle Shi, my brother and I only have five thousand mu of land left to survive."

Hua Linxiang became a little anxious when he heard the words.

"Nephew! This is the reputation of the Zou family that I bought. With the reputation of the folks, your brothers will make a comeback in the future. Wouldn't it be a snap of the fingers? Those nobles in the court will also miss you two brothers. "

"This deal is a bargain!"

Zou Laihe never expected that these "Second Boss" would have such a face on weekdays.

After contemplating for a long time, Zou Laihe suppressed the sorrow in his heart and howled: "Let go! My Zou family releases food! Folks, open up and eat!"

Sometimes it's useless to figure it out.

Hua Linxiang was determined by the Zou family.

Even this matter may have been deliberately arranged by others.

Zou Laihe had no choice at all.

Hearing Zou Laihe's voice, there was a burst of cheers on the Lianrong Bridge.

"Master Zou is merciful!"

"The villagers will never forget the great kindness of the Zou family if they are saved!"

"..."

The moral yardstick can be measured on anyone, but it can never be measured on the hungry, because this itself is the bottom line of morality.

While cheering and jumping on the Lianrong Bridge, a cruise ship sailed on the canal under the Lianrong Bridge.

On the bow of the cruise ship, the flag embroidered with the four characters of Jiangning weaving is fluttering in the wind.

"My son is not inferior to me."

As soon as the words fell, the entire Lianrong Bridge fell into a deathly silence.

Because people saw that Zou Wang, who was wearing an eighth-rank crown, was sitting on the bow of the boat, watching Zou Laihe stroking his beard.

"The monkeys on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains."

"Brother Haiyue, are you all right?"

Zou Laihe stared at Zou Wang at the bow of the boat in astonishment, and knelt down on the ground without hesitation.

"Father!" Two lines of tears fell from Zou Laihe's face.

No matter how Zou Wang survived the execution ground.

But the backer of the Zou family finally came back.

Zou Wang didn't care about Zou Laihe, who was stunned in place, and stood on the bow of the boat and said loudly: "My son did the right thing! As fellow villagers of Xishan, how can we just sit and watch our fellow villagers suffer from hunger? Food should be released!"

"My Zou family's granary is full of grain! All the folks in Xishan open their mouths to eat! Three times a day, the grain is put out, not only porridge, but also steamed rice!"

As soon as this remark came out, the bridgehead completely boiled.

Only Hua Linxiang knew that Zou Wang was releasing food, it was obviously releasing the blood of those nobles in the capital!
Hua Linxiang looked at Zou Wang in disbelief.

"East Lake! You, you forgot, the fields of the Zou family...!"

"Haiyue was joking. Every piece of the Zou family's land is dedicated to Zou's blood and sweat. How can Zou forget?"

Hua Linxiang looked at Zou Wang incoherently.

"The saint said..."

Zou Wang's face darkened, and he stared at Hua Linxiang firmly.

"Haiyue was joking, Zou, a certain merchant, doesn't know those profound truths, and he doesn't know the dead saints or saints."

"In Zou's eyes, there is only one saint in the 13 provinces of the two capitals of my Ming Dynasty, and that saint is in the palace."

Zou Wang's tone was flat, but it sounded like thunder to Hua Linxiang.

Because there is only one meaning in these few words.

Zou Wang.

Repudiation.

(End of this chapter)