Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

Chapter 398 The typhoon is fierce, so I recommend myself

The establishment of the bank and the promotion of Ming Dynasty Baobao took several days.

Zhu Xuan has not been able to find a suitable person to manage the bank, but he is not impatient. He can find this person slowly.

After Uncle Twenty-one went to Annan, he brought back no other news for the time being. He should go to Mubang now. Uncle Mei Yin is there in Annan, and everything is fine.

But in these days, the number of foreign merchant ships suddenly decreased a lot.

Zhu Xuan felt strange and asked Cen Jing.

Cen Jing was not sure why, so he could only ask other foreign businessmen what was happening overseas. He quickly found out that at this time, a typhoon was blowing in Nanyang and other places, with strong winds and howling winds, and it was threatening to blow towards Guangzhou. .

"typhoon?"

Zhu Xuan was surprised when he heard this.

Ming Dynasty does not have the technology to detect typhoons, determine the typhoon's level, and a series of operations such as its direction.

But the typhoon has already appeared in Nanyang, which is a bad signal for Guangzhou and may blow towards Guangzhou.

Different levels of typhoons can cause different impacts. If it is a high-level typhoon, its destructive power is staggering and it is a disaster for the people.

"Are you sure there is really a typhoon?" Zhu Xuan asked worriedly.

"That's exactly what the merchant from the old port said."

Cen Jing said: "As soon as they left the old port, a typhoon blew over. If they go slower, they might not be able to come. Foreign businessmen have been taking shelter from the wind recently, and no one can go to sea to trade with us."

Zhu Xuan frowned, thought for a while and said: "From now on, try to gather incoming merchant ships as much as possible, prepare to close the port to take shelter, secure the ships in the port, and I will go find Mr. Xu."

They are still not sure whether the typhoon will pass through Guangzhou.

However, countermeasures must be taken in advance. If anything happens, many people will be affected.

"What? Typhoon?"

Xu Qi also exclaimed when he heard the news.

Nowadays, Guangzhou Prefecture covers a large area, and it governs some coastal counties that are often visited by typhoons. It must have rich experience.

But being experienced is one thing, being hit by a typhoon is another.

Even in modern society, we are helpless in the face of typhoons with terrifying destructive power.

Zhu Xuan said: "According to the news brought by Nanyang businessmen, a typhoon is blowing in Nanyang, and it seems to be blowing in our direction. According to Mr. Xu's past experience, how should we deal with it?"

"No matter whether the typhoon comes or not, we in Guangzhou must prepare countermeasures."

Xu Qi said quickly: "I will make arrangements right away, prepare food, strengthen the house, and do drainage..."

Wind prevention action is urgent.

After Xu Qi finished speaking, he immediately gathered everyone in the government office and contacted the headquarters commander Hua Ying to prepare to mobilize the soldiers in the garrison to prevent the typhoon from being ravaged.

Seeing them starting to be busy, Zhu Xuan put down his mind.

It’s okay if you don’t cross the border with Guangzhou Prefecture. If you do, your losses can be minimized.

But he also gave some advice to help them protect themselves from the wind.

Time passed very quickly, and another two days passed.

Strong winds began to blow inside and outside Panyu City, and the wind force was stronger than before.

The wind howled, and the momentum was astonishing.

Although it hasn't rained yet, weather phenomena are already telling everyone that a typhoon is coming.

Zhu Xuan judged from the blowing wind that the wind was about level 4 or 5.

He didn't know what it would be like when a typhoon blew over. The last time he was exposed to a typhoon was when he was in Annan. It blew for a long time. Fortunately, he had a sheltered place.

The official decree quickly spread throughout Guangzhou.

The people who didn't believe it at first felt the increasing wind force and had no choice but to believe it.

They were busy hoarding food, fortifying their houses, and using all means they could to prevent wind.

"This wind is a bit scary."

Walking on the street, Cen Hua said worriedly.

They have also experienced typhoons in Guangxi, but the number was relatively small and the wind was not as strong.

Zhu Xuan saw that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. The wind was blowing, and the hair was messy and the clothes were flying. He sighed: "It's just the peripheral wind now. When it really blows, it will be even more terrifying." Even some Beggars in the city were also accommodated by the government.

The government built a windbreak at the foot of the city wall, leeward from the wind.

How much can be saved?

Zhu Xuan and the others happened to come here and saw the beggars huddled among them, so they could only temporarily arrange them like this. The typhoon came suddenly and there was no time to make many arrangements.

Regarding these beggars, Zhu Xuan is wondering whether to set up a relief center in Panyu to gather the beggars, treat them, develop their skills, and have a way to make a living without going hungry and begging.

The grandpa Huang back then was just a bowl and started out as a beggar.

This made Zhu Xuan feel a little more compassionate towards beggars.

The fact that there are beggars in Panyu City can be regarded as the incompetence of their managers.

Zhu Xuan found Xu Qi and briefly explained his idea. After the typhoon passed, he would personally spend money to resettle the beggars in the city. If they really couldn't learn the skills to make a living, they could be thrown into working in infrastructure projects.

"Your Highness benevolent!"

Xu Qi shouted and agreed with this idea.

Zhu Xuan said: "Don't say these polite words, continue to take precautions against the wind, don't neglect it."

Xu Qi responded and immediately went to direct the work.

"You can't tell, but His Highness is quite nice."

Cen Hua said softly.

Zhu Xuan sighed: "Because our Ming Dynasty started with a bowl. Grandpa Huang used to be a beggar. From the beggars, we can see the suffering of the people."

"Well said, Your Highness!"

Before Cen Hua could respond, a beggar broke out of the shelter.

He strode towards Zhu Xuan.

When Hou Xian and Zheng He met, they immediately stood in front of Zhu Xuan. Yan Guan and other Jinyi guards quickly stepped forward and unsheathed the Xiuchun knife.

"Ji Wenjing, a grassroots citizen, pays homage to Your Majesty."

After the beggar finished speaking, he knelt in front of Zhu Xuan.

Yan Guan was about to catch someone, but Zhu Xuan interrupted: "Wait a minute."

He looked at the other person and saw that this person was in tatters. He was undoubtedly a beggar, but he also had a special temperament about him.

It's like the integrity of a scholar.

He also looked arrogant.

After saluting, Ji Wenjing stood up straight with a sharp look in his eyes, unlike an ordinary beggar.

It gave Zhu Xuan a feeling that this person named Ji Wenjing might have become a beggar out of helplessness or some family misfortune.

"Who is your Excellency? You don't look like a beggar."

Zhu Xuan looked at the other party.

Ji Wenjing was also sizing up Zhu Xuan, showing no signs of timidity at all.

Nor was there any reverence for royalty.

"I'm not a beggar, but I have to be a beggar."

Ji Wenjing bowed his head and said, "I just heard about His Highness's concern for the beggars. The common people were very impressed and wanted to meet His Highness and have a few words."

Zhu Xuan thought about it, smiled and asked, "It seems that you haven't told me the truth yet."

If you say a few words, it's false. The other party must be asking for something.

"His Highness has a burning gaze!"

After being told his thoughts, Ji Wenjing was not embarrassed and said solemnly: "The typhoon is approaching, I don't want to die, and I want to ask Your Highness to give me a way to survive."

He seemed to be afraid of the typhoon and didn't want to stay outside in the shelter.

Outdoors, in the wind and rain, the survival rate of beggars will not be very high.

(End of this chapter)