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Chapter 159 The Imperial Edict Arrives Again
The quarantine of refugees is about to end. The spirit and spirit of these refugees are now completely different from when they first arrived. Some people have already started to seriously plan for their future days. It's just that everything is unknown now, and no one knows what the future will hold. Everyone is nervous and expectant.

On this day, Xia Lin, the young prince, Minister Yang and a group of officials came to the settlement. Minister Yang had visited the disaster victims before. The place where the disaster victims lived was simply indescribable. Not only was the ground covered with feces and debris, but the debris alone was disgusting enough. Sometimes there was not even a place to step.

But here it is a different picture. The entire settlement is relatively clean, and it is even equipped with septic tanks and shower rooms.

By the way, the shower room technology was borrowed from the dragon boat. The water tower shower is so comfortable. Taking a shower in such an environment will change your mental state.

There are meals provided in the canteen every day. Although they are not very good, they are better for these people than when their hometowns were not affected by the disaster. Not to mention that they provide extra meals for pregnant women and children, such as eggs or other meats. The quantity is not enough to supply everyone, but it is a great thing to be able to protect women and children.

Now these officials understand why they must separate the old, weak, sick and disabled from the young and strong, otherwise those beasts here will really take food from their wives and children.

Lord Yang memorized everything he saw as he walked along. He was the Minister of Revenue, and disaster relief was one of his main jobs. Now, facing such a large-scale refugee crisis, there was no civil unrest and no plague. This was not something that ordinary people could do. Even with food, it was difficult to maintain such order. No wonder Zeng Pushe told him when he came that Xia Lin was a rare talent and should not be underestimated.

Now I have seen the ability of Qilin'er. In addition, he has traveled around Fuliang County several times in recent days and can see how prosperous this place is. In addition, it is said that the trade zone with the grassland that he previously coordinated and managed was also promoted by Xia Daosheng, and he even laid the foundation for the new Chanyu of the grassland. He is really a top talent who can govern the country with literature and martial arts.

While his thoughts were racing, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of food. He looked over and found that the canteen in the partitioned area had already started serving meals. The victims heard the sound of knocking on pots and walked over to line up for their meals.

Naturally, Minister Yang also walked over and stood by to watch. The food was not very good, just a pot of fried pickles with some shredded pork in it, and two large buckets of egg and vegetable soup. There was enough rice, and steaming white rice was being poured out bucket by bucket and placed by the side for people to take.

A big bowl of rice, a spoonful of soup, and a spoonful of salty pickles mixed into the rice is actually a good meal. The main thing is that the rice is unlimited, so it doesn't matter if you eat a little less vegetables. As long as the rice fills you up, it's good enough. Not to mention that the pickles are fried in oil, and when mixed into the rice, the oil will float on the rice. Even the hungry Minister Yang felt a little greedy.

In the end, he simply picked up a bowl and made a bowl of rice and ate with the victims.

After taking a bite, hmm! It's quite tasty. The hot soup, the sizzling sour pickles, and the steamed rice are not delicious, but they go well with rice. I gulped down a bowl of rice and felt quite comfortable when I patted my stomach. The warmth all over my body made me feel drowsy in this late autumn afternoon.

Although this place is only one of the fifty divisions, it can be seen that it is well organized. I think the other divisions should be similar.

After dinner, young men with the words "volunteer" sewn on their badges would come to various areas to register their names and places of origin. If they encountered a sick person, they would invite a doctor to treat the patient.

Everything happened in an orderly and silent manner, as if it had always been this way. The naughty children did not wander around, but were called by several volunteers to a big tent to learn to read.

Snoring could even be heard throughout the entire settlement in the afternoon. This was not something that could be done normally. In previous years, the women who fled famine dared not sleep for fear that they or their children would be killed by others. But here they slept very naturally without any burden, and they were not too scared for their children because their children were learning to read and write, and were all taken care of by the doctors in the academy. What was there to worry about?

"Daosheng, why do you want to let these precious students mess around with the refugees?"

The young prince was curious, because he had seen many students in academy uniforms busying around these days. Some were from Yuzhang Academy and some were from Ehu Academy, with at least a hundred of them, and many of them were their friends, all of them looking like scholars.

What he didn't expect was that although these scholars looked exhausted, they were still jumping up and down tirelessly and never got tired of it.

"From the masses to the masses, many of them are children of common people, and letting them do something that happens to be professionally matched. Besides, isn't this the role of scholars? To cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. This is nothing more than self-cultivation."

When the officials heard Xia Lin's words, many of them could only pout. In fact, they did not agree with this from the bottom of their hearts. Scholars are all superior people, how can they come into contact with such dirty things? It would not be a cause for concern even if all these poor and low-class people died, let alone spending so much time and energy on them.

However, the young prince nodded as if he understood: "Who are the leaders?"

"Zhang Shuo and Zhang Zhongchun from Yuzhang Academy, and Chu Suiliang and Chu Dengshan from Ehu Academy."

"Well, well, well, they are people who share the country's worries." The young prince clapped his hands and nodded: "Come here, give these two people the name of Qilin to highlight their contributions." Xia Lin bowed to the young prince and said: "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty."

"I hope that these two academies can make some achievements in the next spring examination."

The name of Qilin is not a small name, it is a name that can only be used by top talents such as Jiang Ziya, Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang and Wu Qi. The young prince gave it as soon as he said it. It seems careless but the implied meaning is very clear. It is to tell the people around him that these two people are my future reserve talents and will be of great use in the future.

This is how the foundation was built. If everything went well, in the future anyone who wanted to be a Shangshu would not be qualified to come to Beijing if he had not served as the president of these two academies or as a governor or county magistrate in Jiujiang or Fuliang.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day, and the isolation period for these refugees was over. They were about to start their new life.

This was finally the highlight. After all, these officials had been waiting for this day, wanting to see what method Xia Daosheng would use to integrate so many people into production and life.

The way to leave the camp was still carried out in an orderly manner according to the current divisions. A group of people followed the group of refugees and made a circle to the other side of the Changjiang River. Across the river was the Fuliang County, with smoke coming out of the chimneys and people coming and going on the docks.

The other side looked like a barren land, but after following the team all the way around the foot of a mountain, everyone couldn't help but exclaim, because it turned out that behind this mountain barrier, there was a smooth land.

There are rows of houses here. Although it is still an empty city, everything is like a dream. The roads are wide, the houses are new, there are even public toilets and markets, and a large area is reserved for future construction.

The area of ​​this place is at least five times that of Fuliang County, and the number of houses is enough to accommodate 200,000 people, or even more. What's more exaggerated is that there is even a small government office here. Standing on the hill and looking down, you can see a magnificent scene, which is even comparable in scale to Suzhou and Hangzhou.

“When did you build it?”

"We have to build it. The construction team can't stop." Xia Lin lowered his voice and said, "Build a house when you have spare money. It will be useful sooner or later."

“You kid…” The little prince shook his head and laughed, “So your tax revenue has been suppressed by you?”

"We have to suppress it. It would be too much if we don't. The tax on the large-scale trade alone is almost one million taels. If we don't suppress the tax, the tax reported this year will be two million taels, and next year it will drop sharply to fifty or sixty or even forty or fifty. How do we explain that?"

"Hmm..." The little prince nodded and said, "I understand why you are so rich."

"In fact, it is to stimulate consumption, to integrate money into the city and make it circulate. The tax collected is fixed, and the more money invested in building materials, labor and other places, the less money reported at the end of the year. However, this money is integrated into the local area, which stimulates consumption and attracts investment. The more money reported at the end of the year, the less tax revenue there is, the more tax revenue there is."

"Hahahahaha..."

The young prince laughed loudly as he stood there. His laughter attracted the attention of Minister Yang who was immersed in the shock of the new district. He walked over with his hands behind his back and stood beside Xia Lin: "Lord Xia, are you interested in coming to the Ministry of Revenue? I can introduce you to His Majesty. It should be possible."

"Don't count on him. He is a big shot in the court. The Honglu Temple wants him, the Censorate wants him, and the Ministry of Works is also considering him. Now you also want the Ministry of Revenue. How can he be so busy?" The young prince teased, "Besides, if you want him, you have to discuss it with Governor Guo first."

As he was speaking, a shrill voice suddenly rang out from the front: "The imperial edict has arrived. The guilty minister, Xia Lin, the magistrate of Fuliang County, is here to receive it!"

Everyone stepped back three steps to let Xia Lin come forward. At this moment, the eunuch who was delivering the imperial edict came again. After seeing Xia Lin, he sighed silently: "Xia Lin, the guilty minister, accept the imperial edict!"

(End of this chapter)