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

"I don't know..."

Mrs. Zhang was stunned by the series of questions.

"Then why don't you go and ask clearly, fill out the petition, and then come to the palace?

The prince went to garrison, and the crown prince and the prince went to the capital. Lord Zhang also knew about this.

The princess has not been in charge of affairs recently, so you don't need to ask to see her anymore. All the affairs in the palace are handled by our Crown Prince's Consort.

The Crown Princess is very busy and may not be in the palace when you come.

Once you have finished, just hand it over to the concierge. If it works, the Crown Princess will ask the Chief Secretary to talk to Lord Zhang directly."

Sincere suggestions from the sleeves.

Zhang Xin said half a month ago that the government warehouses definitely did not have enough food.

I just don't know whether the newly appointed governor will be in charge of seeking help from the imperial court or from the Prince of Yan's Palace.

Now I guess he has asked the imperial court for help but failed.

It is not known whether this governor is too stubborn or too foolish to think that Prince Yan's Mansion will take care of everything, and he has waited until now to send his wife out.

There is nothing shameful in asking for help. For a city with a sparse population like Peking, the government warehouses have limited food reserves.

Generally, refugees from disasters will not go north, especially when autumn is approaching.

The climate in the south is warmer than that in the north, and there is more grain storage in the south. No matter where a disaster strikes, the victims usually go south.

Now that we are heading north, it is normal that the Peking Provincial Government will not be able to take control for a while.

This new governor is too shameless.

The original one had a very good relationship with the palace, and they were very close to each other, but he was transferred away. Otherwise, it would have been much easier to do things.

She followed Zhang Xin out every day and knew very well that the arrival of these disaster victims was not a one-off deal, but that people kept coming.

The first wave of people who settled down quickly wrote back to tell those who were hesitant about the benefits of Beijing.

The epidemic in Zhang Qiuhe is still spreading, and the court has just sent a doctor there. It will take at least one or two months to completely contain it.

The winter crops have been completely delayed.

It seemed that a whole year of famine was imminent, and more people were coming here on the trek.

The total number has reached nearly 50,000 people so far.

If this governor continues to behave like this, his performance appraisal next year will definitely be poor.

Tens of thousands of people spontaneously moved to the north, and the population of Peking increased so much all of a sudden. Even with such great political achievements at his fingertips, he still starved people to death.

The Crown Prince’s Consort took charge of the first wave of people who came.

But, after all, this is an affair of the city of Beiping and also the achievement of the governor. How could they just take advantage of it and want Zhang Xin to continue bleeding?

"Can the Crown Prince's Consort borrow it? Can the Crown Prince's Consort make the decision?"

Mrs. Zhang had already been disturbed by Zhang Xin's interruption of the conversation and was so confused that she could only follow Zhang Xin's instructions.

"If our Crown Prince's Consort can't make the decision, why are you still looking for our Crown Prince's Consort?"

He asked back with his sleeves rolled up and his lips curled.

"Uh. I am ashamed."

"Mrs. Zhang, please go back."

"Yes, I will take my leave."

Mrs. Zhang came with a smile on her face, and left with heavy steps.

Looking at his slightly hunched back, I didn't feel any sympathy for him when I rolled up my sleeves. At this moment, the first thing he blurted out was "borrow!!!"

Seeing Wanxiu pouting, Zhang Xin smiled and reached out to scratch Wanxiu's face:

“It looks pretty good!”

"It must be the Crown Prince's wife who taught her well!"

"Who did you learn this flattery from?"

"Prince——"

"Hahahahaha————"

"Princess, you should get in the car. It shouldn't be so stuffy in the car now. You've become darker after coming out for so long..."

As Wanxiu was talking, the address changed. Really, whose skin was so dark? It was only because of the veil that it was covered that it was not easily visible. Otherwise, she, as a maid, would be ashamed to death.

"Then go home and ask my sleeves to apply a layer of pearl powder on me."

Zhang Xin compromised.

"Keep applying it."

She rolled up her sleeves and raised her chin to bargain. Her sister has become more and more casual after giving birth to a baby. Sometimes she even has to talk for a long time before applying facial cream at night.

"Good good."

"Hook your finger!"

"I'm not that scoundrel."

"Have."

"I was wrong."

“I just won’t change.”

"Hey Hey--"

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Ming Dynasty, the 31st year of Hongwu, August.

Yanshan Guard Station.

“Those who managed to make it to Beijing were already in good health and well-cared for by their families. Many elderly people and children died along the way.”

Zhang Chang was summoned by Zhu Di and mentioned the situation of the victims on the road.

"Why are there so many people following us?"

Zhu Di asked.

At the beginning of last month, more than 10,000 people were approved, and more people kept coming. Yesterday, he received news that the number of people who applied was already over 50,000.

Logically speaking, a flood and an epidemic would not cause so many people to leave their homes.

"Your Highness, you don't know that most of those who came all the way here with me are tenant farmers. The ones who came after me were probably forced to buy and sell."

Zhang Chang sighed.

"Tell me in detail how you became a tenant farmer. I don't remember any big landowners around there."

Zhu Di's family was very clean, and the biggest landlord was definitely the prince, that is, the Prince of Qi. The Prince of Qi's palace was in Qingzhou.

The King of Qi was not brave enough to stretch his hand that far.

"There are no landlords. The area around Zhangqiu River has well-developed transportation, and big merchants have encroached on it. They have divided up the land on both sides of the river. They grow crops, and after harvesting, they can directly ship them away. The loss is low and the speed is fast."

"This is similar to the merchant settlements in the garrison. Those who can be merchants are extremely cunning!!!"

Zhu Di thought about it for a moment and it made sense, because after the Sino-French Treaty was opened, many big merchants transported grain to the border.

Later, people felt it was inconvenient and simply reclaimed wasteland near the garrison and hired tenants to farm the land, thus saving all the wear and tear and waste on the road.

They could take the salt and tea permits and resell them at a high price.

[Brief knowledge: The princes had no administrative power in their own vassal states, but their status was transcendent. The "History of Ming Dynasty" records that the governor, the commandery, and the officials of the guards, prefectures, states, and counties all waited for an audience at the entrance of the prince's palace on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.]