Start with detective Li Yuanfang

"The air of sorrow and resentment among the common people is driven by the peace of the sky, causing floods and droughts, solar eclipses, star changes, earthquakes, and springs to dry up..."

"This big earthquake, because of this, why don't you disperse quickly?"

Zhu Si and Zhu Qi raised their heads, looked at the officials standing on the top of the wall shouting, and then at the silent Hai Rui.

Unexpectedly, but logically, the first incident that this scripture-learning team encountered after leaving the Daming capital was a wave of refugees.

It has been several months since the disaster caused by the Guanzhong earthquake, but the aftermath is far from over. Groups of refugees with their families are still flocking to all directions.

Hai Rui had just left Beijing, and within two days of horse riding, there was a long line of disaster victims ahead of him.

Most of these people spoke with a Guanzhong accent, but many of them belonged to the Shandong area of ​​Henan Province. Wearing ragged clothes, they carried shivering children with difficulty on poles, or begged along the street, or looked around for a place to give out porridge. survive.

Perhaps in other dynasties, the people in areas that were not affected by the disaster would feel sympathetic and allow these refugees to stay and live. However, there were too many natural disasters in Ming Dynasty. There was a severe earthquake more than ten years ago, and various disasters occurred during the period. frequently.

Therefore, everyone knows that once these victims are allowed to flood in, the original living areas will be in turmoil, so various places began to ruthlessly expel the victims.

The national treasury is empty and the granary is empty. The difficulties of these local officials are not incomprehensible, but what the man on the tower said, attributing the earthquake to the grievances of the people, is really infuriating.

Even the two Jin Yiwei couldn't stand it anymore, Zhu Qi's cold voice sounded: "Do you want us to arrest this person as a warning to others?"

Hai Rui looked in all directions, especially the confrontation between the victims and the officials, weighed the pros and cons, and shook his head slowly: "No...don't arrest people at this time!"

Zhu Qinong raised his eyebrows: "Jin Yiwei has his own responsibility for arresting and arresting. As an imperial envoy, he has the right to kill first and report later, so don't worry about it!"

Hai Rui said in a deep voice: "Even if we take down this person, we will not be able to allow the city to accept the victims of the disaster, and it will cause riots instead. We should pay attention to the officials and clearly depose them, so that the local people will not be harmed by corrupt officials, not ourselves. Like and dislike, intervene indiscriminately!"

Zhu Qi's eyes were strange, and he stared at the thin back: "Those who dare to criticize the dragon scales, have the power of imperial envoys, but become restrained, it's really amazing!"

Zhu Size sighed: "Then shall we continue on the road?"

Since it is difficult to solve, out of sight, out of mind.

Hai Rui took out a pen and paper, "Let me delay for a moment, write down the situation here, and send the letter to the capital quickly."

Not only in Gyeonggi, but also wherever Hai Rui went.

The imperial envoy of the Ming Dynasty, the divine sword recognized by the emperor, did not show its sharpness, but was willing to be the eyes and ears, recording the situation of disaster relief in various places from the most objective perspective, and reporting it in detail.

On the surface, it was reported to His Majesty, but in fact, it was handed over to the Chief Assistant Hu Zongxian for handling.

"This person is not some kind of talker who talks about morality, he really has far-reaching plans for all people in the world!"

Zhu Si and Zhu Qi followed all the way, and they couldn't help admiring them more and more.

Hai Rui is a man of hard work, and he has a great reputation in history. When he was governor of a place, before he arrived, the corrupt officials in the local area resigned automatically because of "fear of his prestige", so as not to encounter bad luck from him; the rich and powerful The home of the gentry changed the vermilion lacquer gate to black in order to keep a low profile; even the weaving eunuchs dismissed the bearers in a hurry, dressed lightly and did not dare to ostentatiously waste.

In such a situation where he was strict with himself and others, Hai Rui built water conservancy, benefited one side, and did a lot of practical things for the people, so that when Hai Rui was impeached and transferred, the local people cried bitterly and couldn't bear it. This Qingtian leaves.

The crime of impeaching Hai Rui is also extremely ridiculous, "protect the traitors, fish meat scholar-bureaucrats", I have never heard of fish meat people, under Hai Rui's rule, scholar-officials feel that they have been fish meat.

Sadly, there are too few officials like Hai Rui.

Now following him closely, this person who was originally just a bold figure in his mind became taller and taller, and the two Jin Yiwei began to call him "Mr."

This is the first time they have called an official since that one, showing their sincere admiration.

But Hai Rui's thin face became more and more dignified.

The closer to Guanzhong, the more victims there will be.

On both sides of the avenue, at the base of the city wall, and even in the school temples, patches of dilapidated huts and thatched huts have been built.

As long as it is a town that is still intact, this is the case. In a big city like a state capital, you can't see the edge at a glance, almost submerging the buildings outside.

But this kind of gathering did not see the slightest excitement.

Looking around, the ground is full of hunger and scars, the numb and dirty face is swaying in sight, and may fly lightly into the sky at any time, never to fall back to the ground...

Falling leaves return to their roots, these people can't even die in their hometown.

"This earthquake is unprecedented, and the casualties are immeasurable!"

"How to save these people... how to save them?"

Hai Rui has repeatedly emphasized the misery of the common people in "Public Security", but when he saw it, how can words describe the shocking feeling? Law……

Kill corrupt officials and rectify the administration of officials?
late!

That is what is done in normal times. Nowadays, all the places are in a state of desperation and the officials are extremely busy. Raising the butcher knife at this time will only make the situation more chaotic.

When Hai Rui left Beijing, he also wanted to be a radiant sword to clarify Yuyu and sweep away the haze, but when he arrived at the scene of the disaster area, he immediately realized that such an idea was unrealistic, so he handed over the jurisdiction of Beizhili to To the trustworthy chief assistant Hu Zongxian.

Now that we have arrived in Guanzhong, the former Longxing place, where Emperor Gao is far away today, it is obviously impossible to notify the capital again. We must exercise the power of imperial envoys, rectify resources in various places, and rescue the victims to the greatest extent.

It's easier said than done, at least from what he saw and heard along the way, he didn't know what to do, because without money and food, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"First let the big households in the city and temples from all over the country come forward to give out more porridge and rice, so that the victims can settle down, give Henan a respite, and then mobilize the rice and grain from the south of the Yangtze River..."

"If you think hard and think about it, this method will disappoint me!"

At this moment, a voice that sounded immature, but with a mature tone, revealing a strange sense of contrast, suddenly sounded in my mind.

It was already dead of night, Zhu Si and Zhu Qi were resting outside, Hai Rui was also startled, and immediately shouted: "Who?"

However, his voice did not come out, it just echoed in his heart, and the other party continued: "In a disaster year, human life is as cheap as worthless, especially the penniless people. As you can see along the way, there are porridge sheds outside the town, but It's not kindness, it's just that the court is worried that these hungry people will go into exile, become refugees, disturb the world, and threaten the rule..."

"So the imperial court wants to give the victims a glimmer of hope. Porridge is undoubtedly the most effective way, so that the victims can gather towards the city walls, so that they won't scatter everywhere and cause chaos."

"However, this method has a fatal disadvantage. When the victims gather, the dead and injured will also gather. As the weather gets warmer, the epidemic is bound to break out. At that time, not only the people outside the city will starve to death, but the people inside the city will also be infected by the epidemic. Ten rooms will be empty. The casualties are even worse!"

Hai Rui was shocked when he heard half of it, and fell silent at the end.

To put it bluntly, some things are not unusual, but the moment the paper is pierced, it is still extremely shocking.

Just like Hai Rui's "Public Security Book", and the voice at that time exposed the tendency of the imperial government's disaster relief strategy: "The imperial court's method is to suppress disasters, but not to save the people. Have you seen through the choice between the two?"

Hai Rui took a deep breath.

He was indeed awakened.

Disaster relief, disaster suppression, the difference between one word, the difference between heaven and earth.

In fact, most of the disaster relief in the past dynasties has been reduced to disaster suppression. It doesn't matter if the people are killed or injured, and it is the top priority of the court not to cause large-scale turmoil.

As for saving the people, the most important thing is to save the people and try to save as many lives as possible.

Regarding the choice between the two, Hai Rui has almost no hesitation: "The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least. If the people survive, the country will be stable!"

The voice was not surprising: "Then do it, I believe you can do it."

Of course Hai Rui will do his best, but even though he has the determination to move forward, he can't help but feel a little depressed: "I think there really is a hellish place, a city of unjust death, so it's no wonder that there are so many wronged souls, and the suffering is overtaken!"

On the contrary, the voice showed relief: "It seems that you understand that it is meaningful to overcome the suffering of the souls of the dead. If there is no sincerity, how can you go through hardships and setbacks and obtain the Thousand Years' Truth?"

Hai Rui nodded slightly: "Haven't asked for advice yet?"

"When the time is right, we will meet."

The voice dropped the last sentence and fell silent. Hai Rui naturally didn't know that there was a phantom silhouette rising from the melodies in his personal collection.

It can be vaguely seen that it is a man with an upright and meticulous face, and he has the temperament of caring for the world and serving the country and the people.

The world's number one sparse, Qi Ling law and order!

For the safety of all ages!
For its creator, Hai Rui, it silently accompanies it with a heart of reverence, just like a child respecting his father, or like a disciple respecting his husband.

As a newborn spirit race, it shines with the aura of wisdom, making suggestions and guiding them.

The purpose is to take advantage of the disaster in Guanzhong to let another companion be born into the world.

Just when Hai Rui was firm in his belief and focused on saving the people, Chen Jingqi, who was also in the Baicao hall in Chang'an, who was urging his staff to make medicine, yawned.

The parents of the doctor have the heart, from sitting in the capital, commanding various places, to visiting the hardest-hit places on the front line, the head of the old Chen family has no regrets, and fortunately the former Li Tianshi compiled the medical book that can be handed down to the world. There are already countless living people under his command.

It's just that as the weather gets hotter and hotter, the epidemic may still be out of control...

Being exhausted, Chen Jingqi didn't realize that the "Compendium of Materia Medica" on the table was automatic without wind, and when the pages were flipped slightly, a gleam of light flowed out.