Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"Aren't those who come here exempt from corvée service? Why can't we recruit people?"

Zhang Xin was recording today's events while answering her two sisters-in-law.

"This is the first time that the governor has conscripted women for corvée labor. I don't think anyone would believe the notice that was issued."

Zhu Anle pouted. She felt it was a bit outrageous.

But now, in order to ensure that everyone has a place to stay before autumn, everyone who can move is going to reclaim land and build houses.

The only ones who need care are the elderly, the young, the sick and the disabled.

There are only a few officials' wives and children, and most of them are just there for the sake of courtesy, but they can't do any work.

It was not cost-effective to hire people to take care of the victims, so the only option was to conscript a group of women for labor service. But who knew that they could not even be recruited.

"Let's just hold on for now. I'll talk to my nurse and see if I can get a group of people together. We can make this a routine later!!!"

Zhang Xin gritted her teeth and became angry.

This kind of thing that requires everyone to work together is very difficult to control, and it may get stuck somewhere and leave people helpless.

You still need to have your own people.

"Sister-in-law is awesome!!!"

Zhu Anle flatters.

"Only after seeing them do I know what suffering is..."

Zhang Xin put down his pen and let out a long sigh.

"It's good to be here in Beijing. My sister-in-law is so kind."

Zhu Zhiming didn't have a clear understanding of Zhang Xin before. He just thought she was a good sister-in-law. He didn't expect that she would do such a big thing without saying anything.

"That's right, our Beiping is the best."

Zhu Anle shared the same feeling. He heard from the women in the resettlement camp that they had never been out on the streets except to work in the fields.

It was only after I came to Peking that I realized that the Princess and the Crown Prince's Consort not only had big feet, but also went out and were very approachable.

"I hope our Peking will continue to be better."

Zhang Xin made a summary, which is also her vision.

The suffering of the people can be summed up in four words.

As the Empress Dowager, she always repeated this sentence to her grandson.

The suffering she thought of was the suffering of the ordinary people that Zhanji had once taken her to visit.

A thatched house with leaks, rice that looks like snot, clothes full of patches, a disabled man, and a woman carrying a child to the field.

For such a poor family, their house is exceptionally clean.

The man lying in bed unable to move also said that life in the Ming Dynasty was much better than in the previous dynasties.

She really believed it.

She found out later.

As those in a higher position, what the people below show to those above is always just the tip of the iceberg.

Those who came back with Zhang Chang experienced floods and epidemics.

He was thin, ragged, and had been on the road under the scorching sun for a month, so his whole body was dark.

Except for some men who were in decent condition, most people had empty eyes.

Some people had festering wounds on their bodies, emitting a foul odor.

The children all looked skinny, even the babies in their cradles, and their cries were weak and feeble.

There were also many elderly people who were dying. When they arrived, they could only breathe out and it seemed like they were having difficulty.

Those with better conditions had a cart to pull their belongings, while those with poorer conditions had nothing on them and no one knew how they managed to complete the entire journey.

When they arrived at the city gate, many people fell down on the spot.

Prince Yan's personal guards temporarily took over this group of people.

Because they all came from the epidemic area and could not be allowed into the city immediately, the guards built many tents in advance and placed all the people in the fields outside the city.

Because my father-in-law had informed them in advance, the Peking Provincial Government sent out all the doctors.

We started with the physical examination of those who looked relatively healthy, and divided them into two broad categories based on those who could work and those who could not.

It took the next seven days to divide all the people into seven or eight camps according to Zhang Xin's request.

Zhang Xin has some experience dealing with epidemics.

Anyway, I have seen disaster relief plans many times in my previous life.

The first priority is to separate those who appear to be healthy from those who are diagnosed.

To be honest, there is no good way for those who have been diagnosed. The doctors prescribe medicine and boil it into a big pot of soup, and they need to drink it every day. If they can survive, they are considered heroes, but if they can't, they will be burned and buried far away.

For those who do not seem to be sick, all their clothes must be ironed and washed, and they are not allowed to drink raw water or come into contact with those who have been confirmed to be sick.

Within a few days, those with symptoms are picked out one after another. After seven days, those who are still alive and well are healthy people.

At this point, these healthy people can be transferred to the garrison.

Whether it is reclaiming wasteland or becoming a military household, it is a one-on-one arrangement made by the garrison.

The remaining patients who are gradually recovering are mostly the elderly, women and young children.

These are the people that Zhang Xin and his family are responsible for.

I estimate that in another seven or eight days, these people will be able to return to their respective positions.

But there is still something to worry about.

Orphans and young children without parents, women and old people whose whole family has died.

To resettle these people, Zhang Xin needs a more appropriate and sustainable method.

The poverty of ordinary people and the inability of widows, widowers and widowers to survive are often simply due to the lack of opportunities.

In the family.

The real laborers are adult men and married women.

Men have to earn money to support their families and perform various labor services. They are busy all day long and can easily die if they are not careful.

Women are not idle either. In addition to working in the fields and taking care of the housework at home, in order to have more men in the family, they are either pregnant or giving birth. There are many cases of two deaths. The children born need to be raised and cared for. If they have too few children, they will not be able to support them in the future. If they have too many children, they will not live to see old age.

Like many farmers, they have a limited amount of land. If they have too many children, they may suffer from diseases and disasters. If they don’t save enough money to buy land, they will become poorer and poorer.

They continued to be poor like this from generation to generation, until finally they couldn't even find a wife, and the family line was cut short.

If there were more jobs that women could do, two people could earn money together, and they could have fewer children, wouldn't life be better?

Things are pretty good in Beijing now, although many women still feel they cannot show their faces in public.

But there are also many women who can really find jobs in the city.

I heard from the wet nurse that families who used to be reluctant to buy good rice and noodles once a year can now afford to buy one or half a bucket of them, and the salt shop has also made more profits.

After living two lives, it was only now that she realized that she had done many wrong things in her previous life.

During the Yongle Dynasty, the territory expanded, but there was almost no improvement in the country and the family.

This matter is not anyone else's fault, it's all Zhu Gaochi and myself's fault.

My father-in-law is only responsible for fighting.

All the state affairs of the Ming Dynasty were the work of Zhu Gaochi.

The Ming Dynasty women's self-complacency was a trap that they, as people who had experienced six dynasties, had trapped themselves in. It blocked the way for the development of women in the entire Ming Dynasty and even led to a regression.

The female officials employed by my grandfather during the Hongwu reign all declined during the Yongle reign.

There were so many talented and beautiful women in the previous dynasty, but there was not a single one in the Ming Dynasty.

It was also at this moment that Zhang Xin felt that in addition to preventing her children from dying early, there were many things she could and must do.