Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 98 Two Lifelines for Disaster Relief
Intense aroma.

Although these victims didn't know potatoes, they knew from the smell of potatoes that the food in front of them was absolutely delicious.

They fled all the way south from Shanxi.

I don’t know how many prefectures and counties they passed through during this period. They were lucky enough to be able to eat a steaming bowl of rice porridge. It didn’t matter to them how much or how little rice they had.Those who are less lucky may even have to eat bran porridge mixed with sand and rat droppings.

At first, some people would eat these things that were fed to the livestock, and some would not.

Some people vomited after taking two mouthfuls, while others still ate after vomiting.

But later on, gradually no one cared about it.

For them, just survive.

Because they often go to the porridge shack for disaster relief without having a bite to eat for a day or two or three. When they are unlucky, they can't even get a sip of rice soup.

At this time, the bran was placed in front of them, and everyone rushed to eat it.

This is the year of disaster.

This is the result of Yang Xian and Zhu Biao's early intervention, otherwise the situation will only be worse.

Once humanity is completely lost, in order to survive and develop further, it will be a human tragedy of exchanging children and eating them.

To some people, changing children and eating food is just four simple words in history books, but for people living in this era, it is a bloody reality.

And now.

In the porridge shed next to the big flag of the Ming Dynasty God, who was ordered to provide disaster relief, there were actually buckets of thick potato porridge that was still steaming and fragrant! ! !
In addition to this, there was a large bucket of pickled vegetables and several buckets of boiled potatoes.

These victims have been used to inhumane lives these days, and they have never seen such a battle.

If there hadn't been a large number of soldiers protecting the porridge shop, there would have been looting.

"Everyone line up and come one by one!"

"No need to grab it, don't worry, there will be enough food. You can eat as much as you want today!"

"After finishing the potato porridge, go to the side and stop blocking the road!"

The soldiers responsible for distributing relief food shouted loudly.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while, but fortunately there were enough people.

Yangzhou.

government office.

Yang Xian drew two lines on the Ming Dynasty territory map, raised his head, looked at Liu Bowen and said, "These two lines are the lifeline of this disaster relief."

After listening to Yang Xian's words, Liu Bowen looked up.

I saw the two lifelines mentioned by Yang Xian, one was drawn in Xuzhou above Fengyang Mansion, and the last one was drawn in Yangzhou above Yingtian Mansion.

"His Royal Highness the Prince has taken Tudou to the front line of disaster relief in person." Yang Xian used the pen in his hand to draw a horizontal line between the two life lines, and then said. "The area between the two lifelines is the buffer zone for this disaster."

"Buffer zone?" Liu Bowen asked doubtfully.

Yang Xian nodded and said, "Yes, buffer zone."

Xuzhou City, outside the north gate.

Half a month earlier, Zhu Biao had personally made arrangements and asked local officials to find an open space outside the city and build large tracts of simple houses.

But due to time constraints, they built the simplest kind of Datong shop.

But for these disaster victims, it is already very rare to have a shelter from the wind and rain, and they do not expect more.

But even such a simple Datongpu is still not enough to face the huge number of disaster victims.

Therefore, what the court has to do is to divide the flow in batches.

Zhu Biao stood on the city wall and looked at the situation under the city wall, feeling extremely shocked.

The victims continue to come, like a tide.At the disaster relief porridge shed not far below, there were already more than a dozen long queues, but it was obviously still not enough.

There were more victims than Zhu Biao expected.

If Yang Xian hadn't invented potatoes this time, he simply couldn't imagine how this disaster would have ended.

Fortunately, Zhu Biao mobilized heavy troops in advance and was able to barely maintain order.

He originally wanted to go out of the city gate to see the victims in person, but this move almost frightened Wang Ruinan, the prefect of Xuzhou, to death. He quickly led all the officials under his control to kneel down, and then persuaded him to come back.

It is already extraordinary that His Royal Highness the Prince personally came to the front line of disaster relief. If he were to have direct contact with these victims, if something went wrong, even two more heads on their necks would not be enough for Zhu Yuanzhang to chop off.

When Zhu Biao saw the current situation, he completely gave up the idea.

It's not that Zhu Biao is afraid, but that he doesn't want to embarrass his subordinates.

below.

Among the victims who had been rescued, some cheered loudly because they were saved, while others cried bitterly because their tense spirits were finally relieved.

And those little kids.

At this age, they should be carefree, but at this moment they are holding on to the clothes of the adults around them, not crying or making trouble, and quietly lining up together.

What's more, a child walked quickly towards his mother with potato porridge brought from the porridge shed.

"Mom, if you have some porridge, you will have strength." The little girl held the potato porridge in both hands and handed it to a woman's mouth.

The woman opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at her daughter in front of her, tried her best, showed a smile, and said softly: "Nanny, you eat."

The little girl's eyes turned red, as her mother always did along the way.

Because rations are limited.

Only this time, the little girl shook her head firmly and said, "Mom, eat first. The elders said, you can eat potato porridge as much as you want."

"Mom, you eat first. I'll get it when you're done."

After listening to the little girl's words, the woman opened her mouth and took a few sips. After two sips of hot porridge, her face finally gained some color.

Only then did a smile appear on the little girl's face.

This scene happens from time to time at this disaster relief point outside Xuzhou.

From the land of Sanjin all the way to here, these children who participated in the escape walked not only the road under their feet, but also walked a long, long distance on their own life paths.

In just a short period of time, they seemed to have grown up.

Suffering makes people grow.

From the afternoon until the evening, the order finally stabilized.

During this period, a steady stream of potato porridge was delivered to the disaster relief porridge shed, which also proved with practical actions that the court's words were not deceptive.

For these victims, this was the first time they had eaten so well and with such dignity since the day they fled the famine.

They voluntarily left the limited Datongpu simple houses to the elderly, weak, women and children.

The men were just lying or sitting on the open space outside the simple houses.

Fortunately, at this time, at the end of June, the weather was hot.

Sleeping outside is not a big problem.

Besides, this is how they came all the way, and it was not more than a day or two away.

After the victims had eaten their fill, they finally gained strength. It was so hot at night that they couldn't sleep for a while.

The brothers started chatting directly.

(End of this chapter)