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Chapter 538 Delayed News

Shun'an Prefecture·October

At this time, it was dark, and the embankment was built with large stones. Looking from the embankment, the water was rushing in, causing splashes on the embankment, and then retreated helplessly.

The water and air come across the embankment, and the wind sweeps the farmland outside the embankment.

Su Ziji stepped onto the embankment and took a look at the replanted winter wheat in the field. Some blue seedlings had grown. Although the planting time was a little earlier, the growth was still good, and there would be no grains next year. No income.

"The harvest will be less at that time, which should be acceptable to the common people." Seeing that the expressions of the farmers who greeted him were still stable, Su Ziji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

People's livelihood is getting better and better, and there are no major problems caused by the flood caused by the previous dike break, which makes Su Ziji feel that the disaster relief during this period was not in vain.

When walking back, Cen Rubai who followed said with emotion, "My lord, after the flood, the people's livelihood can be stabilized so quickly. Most of the credit for this is due to you alone."

It wasn't that the young master closed the embankment the next day, and people started to provide disaster relief in an orderly manner. I'm afraid the follow-up will not be so smooth.

The young master proposed to use work for relief, which means that the government pays food to the victims who rebuild their homes.

Even orphans and widows, as long as they can move, they can find some light work, so that they can work hard to get food.

The medicinal soup is thickened every day and distributed to people in the disaster area to prevent diseases after the flood.

In the place where the flood had passed, Su Ziji made people spread rumors, saying that the locust god died and his evil spirit lingered, and he could only drink it after boiling water. After the flood, there were epidemic diseases, which rarely appeared here in Shun'an Prefecture.

Originally facing the enemy, the officials who thought that after the flood might usher in frequent plagues in the disaster area, escaped from their work with excuses, were all reprimanded and replaced by Su Ziji afterwards.

Cen Rubai also admired such vigorous and resolute means.

Su Ziji just shook his head after hearing Cen Rubai's words: "Actually, we haven't done enough."

In the last life, when a disaster happened, all parties were much faster than the government in this world.In terms of disaster relief, there is a mature response procedure. Unlike here, when encountering this kind of flood, the imperial court will at most send people to rescue and solve the root cause of the flood, and will not go to disaster relief at all.

But real natives like Cen Rubai couldn't understand his son's "humility" and smiled: "Your son, you are too modest. I can guarantee that if you write a letter to your majesty, your majesty will definitely let your majesty know." The heart of the dragon is very happy."

This Su Ziji did not refute, but sighed: "Actually, work-for-relief has existed for a long time, but it cannot be popularized, let alone form a tradition."

"The key is money!"

Seeing that Cen Rubai was still a little confused, Su Ziji pointed his fingers and said.

"The first is that the imperial court itself has limited income."

Why is there no habit of disaster relief in either the previous dynasty or the current dynasty?Naturally, there are various disasters all over the country every year, and some places even come here from time to time to provide disaster relief every time. How can the court have so much money?

"The second is strong stems and weak branches."

Cen Rubai immediately understood that all provinces, counties and counties had to hand over the money, and the local government did not have much money, but for this kind of matter, the imperial court held the responsibility on the local government. Mouth, I think I am unlucky, and it is very difficult to get money from the court.

And how many local governments can have money for disaster relief?Also not much!

Just like Shun'an Mansion, once there was a flood in the past, the first thing to do after the disaster was to cooperate with the water control government to repair the water conservancy, and then pay a sum of money to help the farmers replant crops. The treasury is basically empty, where is the money to relieve the hunger?

Hiring manpower and building facilities is even more expensive.

The method of "relief with work" that Su Ziji is using now, in fact, disaster relief and employment can be combined, but where does the money come from?

Without money, other counties have no way to learn from it.

"The third is disaster energy expansion."

Hearing this, Cen Rubai couldn't help being silent, yes, every time a disaster year comes, the common people have to sell their fields to survive the disaster, and the gentry and landlords can expand once.

Cen Rubai forced a smile: "My lord, the imperial court has made a decision long ago, and the hundred hectares of land registered every year is the proof."

Don't treat the imperial court as a fool. One of the responsibilities of the local government is to split up huge amounts of land. Any family registered with a hundred hectares of land will be demolished by the second generation. If it is not demolished, it will decline.

In fact, because there are many children and grandchildren, the next generation does not need to be split, it will be divided naturally, and it is rarely passed on to one person in its entirety.

But even so, there are still many people who are tireless in expanding their fields.

Thinking of this, Cen Rubai was not only not upset, but also thankful that he chose that day, instead of choosing to work with the young master, how could there be any surprises now?

If you can think of this, the young master is better than most people.

He is actually not very concerned about personal prosperity, and because of this, it is even more difficult to be subdued by others, but now, Cen Rubai can clearly hear the fast beating heart in his chest, a kind of ambition, in his heart Slowly spread out.

"Make meritorious deeds, and contribute to the people!"

"When the prince was in the past, I eagerly joined him because the prince gave hope that he could reform politics, and the same is true of Mr. Lin."

"Now, son, although the status is lower, there is even more hope for being a virtuous corporal."

Looking at the profile of the young man who was a step ahead of him, Cen Rubai thought, although the young master is young, he may not be able to ascend to a high position within a few years.

It must be a very enjoyable thing to watch the other party step up to a high position, govern one side, and spread merits everywhere.

At this time, the two had already walked to the bullock cart, and Su Ziji got on the cart. In fact, there was still a fourth one.

Relief with work, in the eyes of many people, it is still very distressing to hand over the money.

But that goes without saying.

"Mr. Cen."

Su Ziji asked Cen Rubai who also sat down: "Is there any news in the capital recently? It seems that many days have passed since the last time?"

This naturally refers to the biography of the wild Taoist.

Normally, within half a month, a letter would arrive, telling Su Ziji the urgent news of the capital written in coded language, but this time it took a little longer, and it had been a month since he had received any news.

Cen Rubai also affirmed Su Ziji's words: "It is true that I haven't received a letter for a month."

"One month." Su Ziji rubbed his fingers, thoughtfully: "I'm afraid something happened in the capital."

"You mean, Brother Lu and the others?" Cen Rubai was slightly taken aback.

"Maybe, or maybe not." Su Ziji frowned: "But something must have happened in the capital, which made them a little bit tied."

(End of this chapter)