[Qing Chuan] The Empress Dowager Raising Cubs Daily

Even though the imperial court repeatedly issued orders requiring local governments to do their best to dig and rescue and burn the corpses, they still couldn't hold back the mountain roads and official roads were washed away by mudslides, and a rift appeared in the middle of a good mountain, so they had to find another way to move forward.

The plague still appeared.

Countless people were displaced. Most of them were naked, hungry and cold, and had to escape from their completely collapsed and destroyed hometowns, covered by the cloud of plague. They walked along the road and along the crowd without knowing it. What is waiting for your future.

No, maybe they do.

Such a future is dark and bleak, and they may die in a corner that no one knows.

where to gothey do not know.

How to survive?They don't know either.

Fuquan moved forward with difficulty.

Everything along the way completely shattered his cognition, looking at the deserted refugees on both sides of the road, he couldn't tell what it was like.He temporarily stopped in the counties and towns he passed, and ordered the officials and servants to register their backgrounds. Except for entrusting some refugees who defected to their relatives to the local government, the rest of the refugees needed to be resettled elsewhere.

Fuquan discussed disaster relief with a group of officials.

Not only how to provide disaster relief, but also how to arrange for refugees.If these refugees are not arranged properly, they will fall into the market as slaves, what's more, they may live in the mountains and forests as bandits, and there are not a few people who even raise the anti-flag.

Settling down the people is the top priority.

Just as everyone was talking, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Two officials who went to buy grain returned in a hurry.

One of them looked anxious: "Prince Yu, the grain in the granary here is already insufficient. The slaves and others have already purchased grain from some rich merchants. Among them, three merchants have temporarily raised prices and are unwilling to sell grain to us..."

At this time, you still want to make a fortune for the country?

Fuquan's face was slightly cold: "Come here! Arrest all these merchants who dare to make black money, as a warning."

The officials all changed face.

Especially Zuo Du Censor Wang Xi immediately got up to stop Fuquan, with a serious expression on his face: "Prince Yu, this matter must never happen."

"Why not?"

"Nowadays, everyone in the world is watching the lord's disaster relief trip. If the grain merchants raise their prices a little, the lord will confiscate their homes and imprison them. I'm afraid there will be no merchants who are willing to take the risk of doubling the cost, difficult transportation, and making no money to send grain. come over."

Wang Xi said in a deep voice: "What we have to do now is to come as much as we want."

Fuquan's face was not very good-looking: "Is this the only way?"

Wang Xi smiled but did not answer. Fuquan is not a stubborn person. After confirming that the answer Wang Xi gave was more in line with current needs and interests, he chose to withdraw the order no matter how depressed he was, and said to the two officials: "According to Wang Xi Do what the adults say."

Just talking about it, Fuquan felt aggrieved when he turned around.

He slapped the table angrily: "Could it be that we can only watch those people make money for the country?"

Wang Xi stroked his beard and comforted him: "My lord, don't worry, wait until everything is over, and then settle accounts after autumn."

Fuquan's eyes brightened: "What is the explanation of Mr. Wang's words?"

Wang Xiwen said softly: "What I mean is that we can record all the food and expenses donated and sold by the merchants and people, and we will be held accountable after the disaster is over."

Fuquan was slightly taken aback, with a slightly weird expression on his face.

He looked at Wang Xi: "My lord Wang...is pretty bad too." You can't tell from the outside, it's either bad or bad.

The corner of Wang Xi's mouth twitched.

When YouQi heard the snickering of his colleagues behind him, several veins popped up on his forehead.

In front of him is Prince Yu, who cannot fight.

In front of him is Prince Yu, so he has to teach him well.

In front of him is Prince Yu, who must be well guided.

Wang Xi quickly imposed a set of psychological burdens on himself.

He took a deep breath, and then asked blankly, "My lord, do you see...?"

Fuquan didn't notice the change in Wang Xi's expression.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became, and the more he thought about it, the more he was pleasantly surprised. In the end, Fuquan clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's my king's bad intentions. Let those people be happy first, and let them cry when they turn around!"

Rice grains kept up with the supply, and disaster relief was carried out in an orderly manner.

After the surrounding prefectures and counties sent all the refugees who passed by, Fuquan and others also began to arrange the whereabouts of the refugees.

There is also a sharp increase in concerns among refugees.

Especially the refugees who were deported by the surrounding prefectures and counties were even more panicked. When they heard that the refugees could not go to other prefectures and counties at will, but were resettled nearby or sent back to their hometowns, the refugees below immediately became restless.

"I don't have a penny anymore!"

"The man in my family is dead, and now only our mother and daughter are left... What is there to do when we return to our hometown?"

"My parents are gone, what am I doing alone?!"

"Our fields have been washed away, and there is no field at all. Are we going to starve to death?"

Cries, cries, and curses intertwined.

What's more, some began to question: "You are telling us to go back and die!"

Once a person questioned, the refugees began to restless.

Fortunately, Fuquan and the others were well prepared, and the soldiers and servants from the surrounding government offices stepped forward one after another, suppressing a few refugees who had broken down and rushed forward with red eyes, and suppressed a rape at the beginning.

Cold sweat broke out on Fuquan's forehead.

Looking at the crying people, the expressions of the officials also changed dramatically.Their faces were tense, and they stepped forward to hold Fuquan: "My lord! My lord! Be careful."

Fuquan didn't back down.

If you retreat from this matter, what else can you do in the future?

Fuquan made up his mind.

He shook off the official's hand vigorously, and strode up to the high platform.

Fuquan opened his arms wide and shouted with all his strength: "Folks, folks! This king is Prince Yu, the elder brother of the current emperor, and he is here to help you! Calm down and listen carefully to this king's explanation of the imperial court. decree—"

"The imperial court will not collect taxes for the next three years, and will help you rebuild your homes and cultivate land!"

"If you are a young person with no relatives at home, you can also apply to join the Green Camp to become a soldier or stay in various prefectures and counties to reclaim wasteland."

"If your husband and son-in-law die, or if you are a widow or a widow, you can go to the government office to sign up as long as you know how to sew and weave, and you will be paid for each piece of manual work, and the money will be paid to you on the same day! In addition..."

Fuquan spoke loudly.

Following his voice, the originally noisy refugees gradually quieted down.Especially some women and children are even more surprised. Without a husband, it means that the money will be robbed by the clan members when they return to their hometown, and some are even sold to other places. .

Hearing that even widows and widows can find work, these people took the lead to withdraw from the quarreling crowd and hurried towards the yamen, fearing that they would lose their place if they were too late.

Once someone left, the rest of the refugees couldn't bear it anymore.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, except for some lazy men, the rest hurried away.

The rest of the men still want to mess around and ask for some cash.

But do you still need cash if you don’t work?Fuquan didn't have any sympathy for these refugees, and they all rushed to work on the construction site. Anyway, rebuilding their homes requires people everywhere.

Burn bricks, cut wood, and build roads.

Stretchers, masks, gloves, gauze and other materials required for first aid require a lot of labor. In addition, Fuquan also set up sugar, wine and distillation facilities. Although the production of alcohol is a bit extravagant, its effect is obvious to all. Before there are no cheaper items to replace, it is imperative to build a large workshop.

Especially under the influence of disaster.

Not only is it needed by the capital, but Kangxi, who deeply understands its value, intends to promote it when Fuquan is out.And the homeless and penniless refugees have become the labor force sent to their door.

On the one hand, there is a huge increase in demand.

On one side are victims of disasters in desperate need of income.

As soon as the proposal of exchanging work for money was put forward, the hearts of the refugees were immediately at ease.

Most people know it.

Disaster relief is temporary, and the most important thing is to find a job that can survive for a long time.

Fuquan left some officials in charge of this matter, and then took the rest of the officials and some refugees who decided to return to their hometowns to start the journey again.

The news came back to the capital bit by bit.

Every time a letter arrives, Kangxi will send it to the Compassion Palace as soon as possible.Looking at the letter, Qiqige was anxious for the refugees and worried about Fuquan, always feeling restless for a while.

Unlike Qiqige and the others who were frowning, Kangxi has been in high spirits recently, frequently making moves in court.

For example, when there was such a shocking earthquake, Kangxi should have written an edict of guilt.

But Kangxi not!

Instead, he put forward in the court: "The celestial phenomena have repeatedly warned me, and I am very afraid." More directly, he mentioned that the courtiers and even officials from all over the world tortured the law and mishandled it, so that God was dissatisfied.

No one can oppose the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.

After all, whether it was the Suksaha case or the previous major cases that swept across the south of the Yangtze River, the punishments received have been questioned.

Did the emperor really do something wrong?

When the courtiers think about it carefully, they will find that the emperor was not in power when the Jiangnan case happened, and at the time of Suksaha, it was the emperor who tried his best to keep Suksaha's heirs.

not to mention……

Everyone in the court didn't know that the emperor was just a decoration, and almost all the power in the court was controlled by Oboi.

Rather than blaming the emperor, maybe Oboi...?

All of a sudden, there was a lot of news about God's alerting everyone and the sword pointing at Oboi.

Kangxi was also vaguely looking forward to Aobai's reaction.

If Oboi retreated, Kangxi would be happy to give Oboi a chance to retreat, so as to make his reputation better; Way to start.

The problem is Oboi, he doesn't respond.

Aobai didn't even realize that the rumors were directed at him, he was busy every day without a break.

Kangxi tried his best to punch a few times.

He was like a kitten teasing a big cat. After a few punches, he thought he could be the king, but he didn't expect that the big cat just didn't care about him.

Kangxi's original good mood was swept away in an instant.

There was anger in his brows and eyes, he didn't know what to do with Oboi.

Qiqige also had a headache when she heard a little wind.

She didn't know about the earthquake in the seventh year of Kangxi, but she knew about the major earthquake that occurred in the capital in the eighteenth year of Kangxi.

The emperor now threw the pot on Oboi.

After another ten years, no one will fall on his head again.

Qiqige: ………

It happened that I knew it too late, and the rumors and rumors were spread all over the place, so what else could I do?Let it be cold!