my brother-in-law is the prince

After Zhang Anshi finished speaking, he smiled again.

Then he said: "Making money is not the goal, what we are fighting for is people's hearts, land and people."

"People are the most important thing. For those rebellious officials and thieves, people are not only a tool for them to gain benefits, but also a labor force for them to squeeze."

"Because of this, for them, it doesn't matter even if some people starve to death, because they hoard food and annex land, and they can earn a lot of money. For us, although people are not infinite The price, but at least... it can also bring out more value of people. Nowadays, there are catastrophes everywhere, starvation everywhere, now... it is time for our Taiping Mansion to clean up the rivers and mountains."

Having said that, he glanced at everyone, and then said again: "We are all our own people, that's why this king speaks out in front of you. The Taiping Mansion has produced many capable officials and officials over the years. The official school, and many other schools, have also raised so many talented people. Now, it is time to test everyone, and the next... is what we really need. Here is a charter, just take a look. Bar."

After Zhang Anshi said some passionate words, he immediately threw out a thick stack of regulations.

Nowadays, Zhang Anshi's speaking skills have improved a lot. After listening to his words, everyone's faces are unconsciously solemn.

The scribes of the Changshi Mansion took the regulations and began to distribute them.

Everyone lowered their heads to look at it one after another, but after seeing it, all of them changed countenance.

Zhang Anshi naturally saw their reaction, and raised his voice again: "Look... can this be realized? To achieve it, everyone's help is necessary. Everyone first raises their own problems, how to arrange them, how to deploy personnel... These things all go hand in hand.”

Everyone watched silently, distinguishing the scope of their responsibilities in the charter, and then began to think in their hearts.

Gao Xiang took the lead and said: "Your Highness, there are so many prefectures and counties. I am afraid that there is not enough manpower. Taiping Mansion can at least draw out... more than 900 civil servants. It is really a drop in the bucket."

Zhang Anshi glanced at Gao Xiang: "It's not a big problem, it really won't work. Is it enough to transfer students who are about to graduate from government schools and other schools such as Customs School and Mathematical School?"

Gao Xiang listened, fell into deep thought, and said after a while: "It should be possible, but the colleges...are you willing to let people go?"

Zhang Anshi said: "Take it as an internship. Teaching them to do some practical things will benefit them in the future. Besides, most of the students in these schools enter Jinyiwei, Taipingfu and Customs after graduation. With contact with the palace, they can't wait for it."

Gao Xiang nodded: "The lower officials are in charge of liaison, first mobilize people, and let some civil servants teach some practical affairs in a unified way."

Chen Li also finished reading the regulations, and pondered: "Your Highness, there is no big problem with Jin Yiwei."

Zhang Anshi nodded, then looked at Zhu Jin.

Zhu Jin thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be a problem. Money and food are not a problem now, so...the various workshops below can start production as soon as possible. The price is negotiable, and it will be fine without losing money."

Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "This is the best, since that's the case, everyone will act separately. Oh, right, quickly distribute the edict to all prefectures and counties, and teach everyone to act according to the edict. Tell them later, don't lose the chain , if you dare to do something wrong, you must be severely punished. But if this matter can be successful, even if you don’t have any credit, you will have to work hard. This king... has clear rewards and punishments, and he is willing to eat meat if he is sincere. If the gentry colluded, then don’t blame me for pulling the knife.”

"Here."

When the crowd dispersed, Zhang Anshi breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered the Changshi Mansion to start dispatching personnel, preparing to inspect various prefectures and counties.

It was very busy all the way, and it was late at night.

Kaifeng...

Zhou Juren and the others were still buying grain one after another.

Nothing else seemed to show signs of it.

After all, they have done this kind of thing before, so they are very experienced.When the government had disaster relief food, they colluded with the officials, bought them from the officials, and then hoarded them.

But seven or eight days after I bought it, it started to look a little... strange.

They found that this food seems to be in a steady stream, and they can never be bought.

The chariots and horses transporting grain can always appear every day and enter the city one after another, so... a situation has formed, Jin Yiwei is releasing grain for disaster relief, and the gentry are also continuously buying grain.

Unfortunately, the price of food cannot fall.

Because once it falls, isn't everyone hoarding food for nothing?
Soon, Zhou Juren and others began to feel overwhelmed.

More and more grain was purchased, and the granary of the family was bought.

But the money was spent in vain, and it was still a lot.

Now... the money in his hand is almost exhausted.

They couldn't calm down anymore.

But Jin Yiwei was still releasing food, watching the trend of exhilaration.

Don't continue hoarding. Once more and more grain is released, the price of grain will inevitably plummet.

What's more, if you don't buy this grain, you have to give it to the refugees. How can the refugees survive with all their money?
In fact, from the very beginning, they were like being put on a fire, unable to advance or retreat.

Just when everyone lamented.

But someone came in a hurry.

"Not good, not good."

The person who came was the steward of Zhou Ju's family, and he looked anxious.

When everyone heard the words, they raised their heads one after another.

But the person in charge said out of breath, "Masters, it's terrible, it's terrible, Jin Yiwei...the food is released again today."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expression changed suddenly.

Zhou Juren's face was also very ugly, but he still tried his best to stabilize his mood, and said calmly: "They also release food on weekdays, why are they making such a fuss today?"

"No, no." The steward shook his head like a rattle, and said, "It's different this time. A few days ago, the porridge was filled with more rice and less water. But today, not only have several porridge sheds been added, but also... This porridge water...seems to be several tenths more than the rice in the past. This porridge can stand chopsticks. Those refugees... all gathered around to get the porridge, and it was delicious."

After hearing this, everyone's face was as pale as a pig's liver, and they were dumbfounded, and they were immediately silenced.

The person named Wang Jin widened his eyes before, and said angrily: "It's with ulterior motives, it's ulterior motives."

Zhou Juren's face became more and more solemn. He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, only sighing.

Wang Jindao: "Where did they get so much food? Duke Zhou, we put all our wealth and lives into it. If the price of food drops..."

Several other grain merchants also wailed: "Who is willing to buy our grain in the market now? There is no such thing in the world."

Zhou Juren took a deep breath, and said, "To put so much food today, it seems...it seems to be aimed at us. Is it because we bought too little food from Jinyiwei? It's just... how much food do they have?" How much food do you have?"

The crowd was silent.

Only one person said in a low voice: "What should we do now?"

The tone of these words is very light, but it makes people feel that the speaker is in a state of desperation.

The problem now is that everyone's grain is piled up in the barn, which is everyone's wealth and life. Once the price plummets and Jin Yiwei continues to release grain like this, they will be completely ruined.

After so many years of savings, it is impossible for all of them to fall short.

Zhou Juren lowered his brows and said, "Let's find a way to buy some Jinyiwei's food, and continue to test it out. I have already instructed people to inquire about Qixia's side."

"Besides that..." Zhou Juren said: "Prefect Liu must also think of a way, hmph, the matter has come to this point, does he want to stay out of it?"

"Besides, the security chiefs and armor chiefs from all over the world... have to teach them to make a little noise..."

Zhou Juren sat down, took a sip of tea, and still had a calm expression on his face.

In the past, he would cover it up with a few words of benevolence, righteousness and propriety.

But today, even the benevolence, righteousness and morality of these people are not in the mood to talk about it. They just said: "Now, it is about everyone's family business. Whether it is life or death, it depends on these days. Don't be discouraged, gentlemen!"

Everyone shook their heads, all showing wry smiles, but they still tried their best to pull themselves together.

…………

In a small leased building in Kaifeng Mansion, people often come in and out.

Wang Wu of the General Banner of Jinyiwei, Zhou Hu, the team officer of the Model Camp, and Zeng Changren, a civil servant in the Taiping Mansion, were in charge of selling rice and distributing porridge every day.

Among them, Chief Zeng is in charge of serving porridge, and Wang Wu is in charge of inspections to strictly prevent adultery and crimes.Zhou Hu from the model camp is in charge of security.

The latest secret edict has been delivered. After the three of them read it and discussed it immediately, they opened it and started to split up.

Soon after, at the porridge shed in Dongcheng, some civil servants began to beat the gong.

It's porridge time again.

Many refugees gathered here, waiting for two meals of porridge every day.

"All come, all come..."

The dense crowd of people rushed towards this side very quietly.

The civil servants shouted: "Starting today, everyone must register. On the Dongcheng side, Dongcheng production guards will be set up. The general banner officer of Jinyiwei will temporarily serve as the commander of the guards. Everyone will register their names and ages, and each will receive a wooden badge."

After eating here for seven or eight days in a row, the refugees have gained a certain degree of trust in the civil servants here.

After all, eating and drinking for free, according to the rules of the government in the past, it is not easy to get relief, not to mention that the porridge and water are not for people to eat.

But here, it is the real rice porridge. Not only that, it was only gruel from the beginning, and now the porridge water, not only does not have a downward trend, but the rice inside is getting more and more sticky. The porridge is almost turning into white rice.

Even in a good year, their food might not be as good, let alone at this time.

People have experienced catastrophes, life and death, and eaten bark and soil, so they cherish the hard-won days when they can eat porridge.

At that moment, almost everyone did not hesitate. Sure enough, at the side of the porridge shed, several civil servants began to set up desks and prepared bamboo slices. The refugees stepped forward and dictated their names, ages, and some characteristics.

Immediately, the scribes recorded them with different bamboo slices according to their native places and ages.

Because of the catastrophe, the common people became refugees, and now the registration of households has become the top priority.

Every ten households will form a team, one hundred households will be set up for one hundred households, and then one thousand households will be set up on the Dongcheng side.

After that, different distinctions are made according to the age and gender of the person.

The civil official Zeng Chang was in charge of the affairs of the old and young, women and children. All the old and young were weaved together. The women were responsible for sewing, building the stove, and helping wash rice, cook porridge, and burn firewood.

Naturally, among them, the teenagers under the age of 13 were led by some literate scholars, built some sheds, and taught them some simple knowledge.

This is the experience in Taipingfu.

Although this kind of learning is very inefficient, and what is learned is extremely superficial.

But as long as you get the children together, even if you just teach them to draw on the ground with a stick, it is very important to inspire people's hearts.

People can barely eat and drink, but after gaining strength, they look at the distance. Those teenagers are reciting poems with others, which is enough to make people feel an indescribable sense of security.

Because of this, amidst the sound of Lang Lang's reading in the distance, the women in charge of cooking porridge, burning firewood, and mending almost all settled down.

What Master Zeng did, apart from registering and taking care of the children's education, was for women to do what they could.

In addition, Zhou Hu from the model camp, he selected a hundred people, and brought a few lieutenants from the model camp, organized them together, distributed ordinary wooden sticks, and trained them.

In addition to drills, they are responsible for some simple security, or select some people and teach them to patrol the official roads along the way and guard the food roads.

These men eat a little more food than others every day, and all the people selected have wives or children.

There are children on the Dongcheng side, providing food and drink, and teaching reading, and there are women who are sewing for others with peace of mind.

In addition, they themselves have also received the favor of Jin Yiwei, even if they are asked to go to a farther place to undertake some guard work at this time, they are absolutely at ease.

As for the other strong men, they have been organized by Wang Wu. Some are responsible for inspections, some are responsible for repairing bridges and repairing roads, some... are responsible for transportation, and there are even special hundred households who take people to collect nearby corpses. bury.

A construction team composed of thousands of households was in charge of logging, and began to build thatched houses directly near Dongcheng.

Originally, these refugees had no place to live, and they gathered here wherever there was stuttering, but now, it is necessary to provide them with shelter from the wind and rain.

The newly built thatched huts were allocated to the children for study first, and also for the children to inhabit at night.

The houses after that are for the elderly and women to live temporarily, and the strong ones still live in the wilderness outside the city.

But no one seems to have any complaints.

"Anyone who can barely read, come, come here." From time to time, a civil official shouted.

Immediately afterwards, someone came out timidly and said, "I..."

"Where's the business card?"

The clerk looked at the timid young man. This young man should be considered an adult. He didn't go to study. Instead, he was in charge of digging latrines nearby as a strong man. He looked ashamed at this moment.

The young man took out the bamboo piece, and the clerk only looked at it: "Liu Jianye, this name... doesn't look like an ordinary farmer's family..."

"My family used to have some land, and someone in the family has read books..." Liu Jianye said.

The civil official didn't talk too much nonsense, and said directly: "Okay, come with me."

The clerk then selected a dozen more people before leading them to a place.

This new house has hung a sign, and it has been written to the medical office.

Two people in Confucian shirts came out, they seemed to be doctors, and soon, this Liu Jianye became an apprentice of the medical institute, and was responsible for assisting the doctors.

Because of the poor environment, many people were sick. Although Liu Jianye was an apprentice, he was very busy. He was responsible for sorting the medicinal materials shipped from Taiping Mansion, and sometimes he had to follow the doctor to treat diseases or take care of some patients.

After seven or eight days, suddenly there was a shout from outside: "Come give me a hand, give me a hand..."

Someone was yelling.

Liu Jianye came out, and immediately... saw the guards coming with several carts, and the people standing on the carts shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, many strong men swarmed over, and Liu Jianye recognized one of them was his father, Liu Jian.

Liu Jian is also proficient in literary and ink, and now he always follows the civil servants as a helper. At this time, he yelled hysterically: "Unload the goods and send them to the warehouse first... Slow down with your hands and feet, and handle them with care..."

Liu Jian looked very excited, saw his son, smiled and said, "You come too."

Liu Jianye stepped forward and took a big bag from the car. The big bag was not too heavy, so he carried it on his shoulders hard.

The people on the side said: "This kid is small, he looks like a half-grown child, teach him to carry a small one."

Liu Jian said: "He is not young, he is already 16 years old, he has suffered so much, we cannot teach him to eat plain rice."

Liu Jianye carried the bag silently to the warehouse.

On the warehouse side, there are clerks who are responsible for registering and entering the warehouse.

Many people gathered outside, chattering.

The clerk said to the people: "Call all the hundreds of households and banner officials, and let them come with strength."

As he spoke, he looked at Liu Jianye and said, "Are you from the medical institute?"

Liu Jianye nodded.

The official said: "Then you can keep it. The medical office is short of staff, and you alone are enough."

Liu Jianye said: "What is this for..."

"Distributing clothes and bedding..." the clerk said: "Of course, not everyone can get it. The ready-made clothes and bedding sent now are not enough. First, those who are below and above fifty will be distributed first, and the rest will be given out. Take it easy. Let me take a look at your medical center..."

The clerk lowered his head, looked at the book, and said: "There are only four people over fifty, and they can only receive four sets. The sizes of these ready-made clothes are different, so they can only be distributed at will. Everyone pays attention to wearing them. If the size is wrong Yes, find someone else to exchange."

The crowd was in a commotion, and no one expected... to distribute bedding and ready-made clothes.

Although the strong people here are temporarily not eligible to be issued, but at this time, many people are filled with smiles.

This is a very rare thing. You must know that not long ago, they were hungry and cold, and they might become dry bones on the roadside at any time.

But now, there is food and drink, women and children have been resettled, and there are still new clothes to wear and bedding to keep out the cold.

Isn't this the new year every day?