The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 414 Ledgers and Ledgers

The secret passage changed drastically, a large open space was opened up, surrounded by soldiers guarding it.

Yang Wang leaned forward, "Grandpa Huang, do you want to take a break and drink some tea?"

"Grandfather, please take a rest." Yang Ye also spoke.

Yang Wenxiao hummed, looked around, and sat down on the chair.

Although the mountain is cool and cool, it is summer after all, and when I came to the secret path, my whole body was covered with fine sweat.

The maid came over with a teapot and poured tea for him.

"Gu Sheng, sit down." Yang Wenxiao pointed to the chair beside him.

Tong Tiehu hurriedly waved his hands, saying that he didn't dare, and when Yang Wenxiao stared at him, he immediately sat down cautiously.

"Where's your account book for disaster relief?" Yang Wenxiao asked.

Tong Tiehu quickly looked at Tong Sanlang who was standing with Qiao Xiaomai.

Tong Sanlang stepped forward, opened the cloth bag in his hand, and said respectfully, "Every expense of 3000 million taels of silver and the account book of the treasure are all here."

Yang Ye took the cloth pocket and handed it to Yang Wenxiao.

Although the ledger is well protected, it can be seen at a glance that it is quite old.

Yang Wenxiao opened the top ledger first, and the crooked brush characters were still the ones he entered. He was startled, as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors in his heart, full of all kinds of flavors.

Sighing secretly, he looked carefully at the content.

There is a sentence written at the front: In the first year of Daye, there was a flood in Yangling Prefecture in the southeast, and 5 taels of silver were used to buy grain and set up a porridge shed to relieve the victims.

Daye, this is Yang Wenxiao's reign title when he was emperor.

In the first year of Daye, his first year as emperor, Yangling Mansion was on the border of Daqi in the southeast. At that time, the state treasury was empty after Daqi was first built, and in the end he took out his own private treasury to rescue the disaster.

Unexpectedly, that person secretly helped him in his first year as emperor.

50 years, that was 50 years ago, his memory is already a little fuzzy.

But now it made him recall it in this way, and he was caught off guard.

There was heat rushing down his chest, and his eye sockets were also hot. His big hand holding the ledger trembled slightly a few times.

"Xiao Yezi, come here, read aloud." Yang Wenxiao closed his eyes.

Yang Ye hurriedly took over the account book, and looked at Yang Wenxiao with concern, "Grandfather, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I'm a little tired."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be in serious trouble, Yang Ye lowered his head to look at the ledger. Seeing the crooked writing with a brush, he subconsciously frowned. What he wrote was not as good as what he wrote when he first held the pen.

Clearing his throat, he began to read:
In the east of the first year of Daye, there was a snowstorm in Jiangdong Prefecture, and 10 taels of silver was taken to buy grain and warm clothes to relieve the people.

In the spring of the third year of Daye, floods occurred in Sichuan and Chongqing, tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land were flooded, and there was no harvest. 30 taels of silver were taken to buy grain to relieve the victims.

In the spring of the third year of Daye, a plague of locusts occurred in Heshifu. Wherever the locusts passed by, there was no greenery. They took 40 taels of silver to buy grain and seeds and distribute them to the victims.

The fall of the third year of Daye...

The winter of the third year of Daye...

The more Yang Ye read it, the more frightened he became.

So many disasters happened in Daye three years?
In this year alone, the Tong family took millions of taels of silver for disaster relief.

Moreover, manpower and material resources must be spent on disaster relief, all of which require money.

When Tong Tiehu said 3000 million silver at first, he only thought it was a number, but now looking at the ledger, that thin number immediately came to life.

How many people's suffering and blood and tears are hidden behind this?
How many people are silently paying behind this?

Also, with so many disasters happening one after another, how did his grandpa survive?

Those aristocratic families will definitely take the opportunity to play, right?
How difficult was that period of time?
(End of this chapter)