Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

I wake up around [-]:[-], it’s okay in summer, but it’s a huge torture in winter, I don’t know how much perseverance is needed to crawl out of the bed.

Although it's already winter, it's not snowing on Pingjiang. Lin Yuan put on a cotton coat and lazily ate breakfast, a bowl of clear porridge, a dish of side dishes and two steamed buns. Si Niang is still working as a cook, she The craftsmanship is average and cannot be compared with the family cook, but Lin Yuan is used to it and has no plans to change it.

Lin Yuan lived a lazy life, but the common people were not like him, but the winter was better than in previous years, and the poor people felt the deepest.

It has been more than a month since winter, and this year's winter has not continued to cool down compared to previous years, but it has not warmed up either. However, no news of mass deaths has been reported in any of the states and counties under Lin Yuan's rule.

In winter, Lin Yuan is most afraid of people freezing to death. A large number of population consumption will reduce the vitality of the market. There is no other way but to replenish the population. They are all sold out, and now there is a large population gap, the only way is to wait for people to give birth by themselves, recuperate, and give birth slowly.

But children are not able to do things right after they are born, and they can be active in the market and enter the industry. They need at least ten years.

This winter, a total of less than 1 people died of freezing, which is at least two-thirds less than in previous years.

Lin Yuan commended the governors and county heads of various places, and he himself was relieved.

Compared with the situation on Lin Yuan's side, other places are completely different.

Several years of poor harvests and a large loss of labor force have caused many peasant families to suffer fatal blows. Most of them began to flee, some fled to the territory under Lin Yuan's rule, and some fled to other places.

For example, Haozhou.

Without Zhu Yuanzhang, it will be Sun Deya who succeeds Guo Zixing now. Sun Deya is a villain. With a flap of his wings, he was doing well.

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"General." The personal guard walked up to Sun Deya from a small step. At this time, he didn't dare to speak. He could only wait for Sun Deya to watch the song and dance. Under the high platform were officials on both sides of the seats. Most of these officials were military officers, and Sun Deya was from the army. He attaches great importance to this, and he has a lot of staff, but he is unwilling to make them officials.

The dancers are graceful and graceful, their appearance is like spring flowers, willows have slender waists, and they swing like catkins in the wind. They only wear light and thin gauze, and their nails are dyed bright red. They look thin, but they are full where they should be.

Sun Deya laughed while watching, generously letting the dancers serve his subordinates.

He likes the feeling of being rewarded and gracious.

This made him feel like he was in control of everything. His subordinates' joys, sorrows, sorrows, and every drink and food were all given by him.

Here, he is not an emperor, but also holds the power of an emperor.

As for King Xiaoming?

The corner of Sun Deya's mouth twitched into a sneer, a boy with no hair at all, how could He De tell Sun Deya to bow his head?

After the dancers stopped singing and dancing and went to serve the men one after another, Sun Deya raised his wine glass, suppressed his smile, and said to the guard: "What's the matter?"

The personal guard whispered softly: "General, the subordinates will report that people from several villages disappeared last night..."

Sun Deya was taken aback: "They all ran away?"

Personal guard: "... those who died of starvation, those who died of freezing, I can't tell the difference..."

Sun Deya: "How many people died?"

Personal guard: "There are more than 2..."

This is only reported, and more is not reported without telling the truth.

Sun Deya thought for a moment: "Ask someone to collect their corpses. If there is not enough food, ask the people there to release food."

The guard bowed his head and said yes.

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Yangjiacun, the village head's home.

"Where is there still food?" Yang Rong kept pacing in the house, the dry cigarette in his hand was lit, but he didn't take a puff. His sons sat on the chairs and didn't say a word.

Yang Rong frowned, with a distressed expression on his face. Although he was the village head, his family also had to go to the fields to support their own family. Every year, they had to collect grain. The harvest in the field was not good, so not every household could get it. Well, there are several types of land. The top-class fields are allocated to people with the same surname, the low-quality fields are allocated to people with foreign surnames, and the low-level fields are allocated to migrant households.

But some people in the village can't pay, what about others?It is impossible to wait for the higher-ups to inquire about the crime.

Only he, the village head, can find a way to hand it over.

Enough with the above, but there is no food in the village at all.

Last year was not like this year. This year's tax was heavier than last year's. Last year at least lasted until the beginning of spring, this year obviously couldn't support it.

Yang Rong's hands trembled a little, and the dry smoke fell to the ground: "The superiors told us to release grain... Where is there any grain in the granary?"

If they don’t release them, they just do the right thing with their superiors, and their family will be ruined. If they are released, whose food will be released?Put their own?Is there not enough food for their own family? !

Even if you eat bean dregs cakes every day, you can't survive this winter.

There is not enough firewood, and coal and carbon cannot be bought. Firewood seems to be easy to get, but all the trees that could be cut in the past few years have been cut down. If you cut deeper, you will encounter wild animals.

Yang Rong's eldest son said, "Father...how about we...run away."

Yang Rong's sons all followed their elder brother's lead, and quickly said, "Yes, father, there is no way out!"

Da'er said again: "I heard that in Gaoyou, as long as you can cultivate the land, you can have enough food, and you won't go hungry or cold."

"Let's go to Gaoyou, the officials above will not be able to control us."

Yang Rong: "Do you think daddy has never thought about it? Then why don't you think about it, can we run away as a family? How many people are there in the Yang family? Hundreds of people! There are so many people, how can we run away? All the officials are blind! Look! Don't you see so many of us?"

"Your second uncle, third master, you just have the heart not to take them with you?"

The child muttered: "My family's livelihood is almost gone, who cares about them..."

Yang Rong yelled: "Absurd! Let me tell you! As long as I am alive, you should stop thinking about it! Our Yang family is today because of family training! No matter when and where, the Yang family must be twisted into a rope! Only in this way, others will not come to bully you, and you can grow stronger. Is there anyone in this world who is more trustworthy than relatives?"

Xiaoer was raised in the palm of his hand since he was a child. He is Yang Rong's old son, and his nickname is Zhuzhu, so he is not afraid of his parents. How about you go and ask them if they are willing to donate food to help our family tide over this difficulty?"

Yang Rong was suddenly speechless.

Food is the lifeblood of farmers. We can live without everything, but we cannot live without food.

Yang Rong also knew in his heart that if he asked the Yang family to bring out the food, they would be the first to turn their backs.

"Besides, the last time you recruited for the army, didn't you try to keep some of our elder brothers?" Xiao'er said, "All my cousins ​​have gone, and none of my second uncle's family has been retained. I hate you!"

"Maybe when I hear about this, I wish our whole family would die."

Yang Rong: "Bastard! Shut up!"

The child was quite dissatisfied: "I'm telling the truth. If you don't want to hear it, what do you want to hear? Listen to me, the Yang family is all one mind now, and they all listen to you, the village chief. They will do what you say ?”

"I dare say that, can you believe it?"

Yang Rong was out of breath and kept coughing, several sons hurried up to help him and pat him on the back.

At this time, the elder said again: "Father, although Zhuzhu's words are a bit harsh, the truth is the same. Think again."

Yang Rong grabbed the elder son's wrist, stared at the tall and strong elder son with his cloudy eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "Boss, do you think so too?"

Da'er: "...Father, about the conscription, the uncles' families hate us to the core..."

Yang Rong has five brothers in total, and he has six in total.

Each of these five brothers has four sons more, and only one son less.

Conscription is based on the same surname, that is, each surname counts as one family.

In the past few years, in order to prevent her sons from being expropriated, Yang Rong reported the sons of his brothers every year.

After leaving, no one was seen when he was born, no corpse was seen when he died, and he didn't even have a message during the holidays, and no one knew what happened to him.

The brothers hated him to the bone, no matter how good a relative was, he would become an enemy after such a thing.

But Yang Rong kept his ears to the ground, and felt that the relationship between the brothers was still there, but they couldn't get around this corner for a while.

The eldest son said, "Father, you already have selfish intentions. Don't blame Uncle and the others for hating you."

Yang Rong coughed bitterly: "Who am I for? Who am I for?!"

Child: "Father, you are here for our little family! Since it is all for survival, how can you think about our family when you are recruited, but now you have to think about the whole family?"

Yang Rong: "I am the patriarch!"

Xiao'er whispered: "Not many people recognize it."

Yang Rong was so angry that he pointed at the child out of breath and said, "I shouldn't have given birth to you back then! I-even if I did, you should have drowned in the potty! You don't need to be born at this age. I'm angry with you!"

Child: "Father, we are talking about reason!"

The sons are all grown up and have their own ideas. The younger ones listen to the boss. I don’t know when they started to listen to the elder brother’s words, rather than their father’s words. Yang Rong knew that he couldn’t say enough. People listen to themselves, and the sons just find him a step down.

Yang Rong closed his eyes and said softly, "Boss, listen to you."

"You are capable, take care of your brothers in the future."

The boss replied in a muffled voice: "Father, I know, brothers are of one mind."

Yang Rong: "...Hey."

He made his brothers miserable, and he was ashamed to say this to his sons.

Many villages and towns in Haozhou are performing the same drama.

Sun Deya couldn't imagine how this method of benefiting and sympathizing with the people would end up like this.