Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Clouds of lead are densely covered, and the north wind howls. From the looks of it, a blizzard is inevitable. At dusk, there are faint particles blown by the wind, hitting the face, causing a dull pain.

The weather has become so cold since the beginning of winter, and the winter of the sixth year of Zhengde seems to be much colder than previous years.

If you look around, you can't see even a speck of green in the entire Datong territory.

With the gray sky, black city walls, blue tile-roofed houses, bare branches, and dark crowds, the whole world seems to have turned into a black and white movie, without a trace of vitality.

As a military town, the gate of Datong Mansion was tightly closed.

Flood-like refugees came over, seeing such a situation, strong disappointment flashed across their tired faces, some even lost their strength, and sat down on the muddy ground, gasping for breath, spraying long gasps from their mouths and noses. Long white gas.

I'm so tired, I just want to sit like this until I grow old.

At this moment, a group of yamen servants ran over, raised their sticks and lashed at the refugees on the ground: "Get up, get up, get up for grandpa if you don't want to die!"

It's a pity that these refugees have long been numb from the torment of the difficult world. Even though the sticks rained down on them, they refused to move even a finger.

The yamen servants have nothing to do, just at the moment, a man with the appearance of a book office shouted at the people sitting on the ground: "Get up, it's such a cold day, if you sit down again, I'm afraid there will only be one word of death. "

A refugee raised his spirits and cried miserably: "My lord, it's better to die these days. We came here from Yingzhou, and we were chased by the Tatars for three days, and we have long since lost strength. If you really have the heart of a Bodhisattva, Just let us into the city!"

"Yes, master, let us enter the city?" Seeing the hope, several refugees struggled to get up, kept kowtowing, their eyes were full of begging.

"Going into the city is a good idea. There are tens of thousands of people here. Who knows how many Tatar spies are mixed among them." A yamen servant sneered.

The secretary waved his hand to stop the servants, and shouted loudly: "Datong is under martial law, and the military law is like a mountain. I can only let everyone down."

Hearing what he said, the only light left in the refugee's eyes went out, and he returned to the same numbness as before, and sat down again.

The book office suddenly laughed, the laughter was so resounding: "You don't get up, do you? It's a pity, the so much porridge Fu Jun cooked today is a waste."

Hearing the word white porridge, the refugee's eyes recovered, and there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

Someone bravely asked, "Master, what white porridge?"

The secretary pointed to the low hills in the distance, and said loudly: "Crossing that beam is the beach of the Shili River. The governor of Datong, Guanfu, has set up a porridge shed there to help the victims. If you don't want to die, you can mention it." Get over it."

After finishing speaking, he said to the Yamen servant: "Come and help, help the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, let's go see the governor."

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After turning over the mountain, you can see a white river, and there is a long and narrow river beach between the mountain and the river.

At this moment, shacks have been built with trees and adobe on the river beach, and densely packed human heads are everywhere, with a total of about [-].

On the hill, Guan Jizong, the prefect of Datong, stood there numbly, looking at the victims everywhere, not knowing what to do.

Since the Tatars broke through the Great Wall and invaded the Yingzhou area half a month ago, they have been unstoppable and have pulled out more than a dozen villages in one go. The Datong Town Army has been defeated repeatedly, and now they can only shrink their defenses and hide in Datong City , dare not show up again.

Yingzhou is not a state capital of the Ming Dynasty, but a region.It refers to a vast area from the south of Datong to Yanmen Pass.

This area was originally a barren land. After Zhu Yuanzhang immigrated to Shibian in the Ming Dynasty, and after hundreds of years of recuperation, it has become a fertile and large granary, where more than 3 people live.

Because of this, it was directly exposed to the Tatars. How could the little Tatar prince let go of this big piece of fat.

Especially today's winter seems to be very cold.As soon as the Tatars entered the Great Wall, they set up camp, took Yingzhou as their old camp, and sent a small group of troops to plunder, as if to spend the winter here.

The Tatars did a lot of damage. As soon as they entered the Great Wall, Yingzhou was hit by a big earthquake, and all the people left their homes and flocked to Datong.

In just half a month, more than 2 people have gathered outside the city. Judging by the posture, there is still the possibility of increasing.

In order to relieve these victims, the entire Datong Mansion moved.

Guan Jizong is already seventy-two this year, and the Ministry of Officials planned to let him retire and go home to take care of himself the year before last.Later, he left the editor of the Hanlin Academy, the door of the famous scholar Su Mu, and was nominated by the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and the cabinet minister Yang Yiqing. Only then was he promoted to a higher level and became the prefect of Datong, an important military town.

Being promoted to an official position, and being a Zhengyin official of such a great mansion, Guan Jizong was already very satisfied as an official with no professional background.

However, after being a magistrate for a year, he encountered this trouble.If the relief is unfavorable, causing civil uprisings, and being ashamed of his kindness, he can only jump into the Shili River and die.

However, there were too many refugees, and after a few days, the treasury of the entire Datong Mansion was completely empty.

One more day, and there will be no food.

Is it impossible to watch these two thousand people starve to death?

Guan Jizong stared blankly at the people on the river beach, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

At this time, the book office that brought the refugees here to resettle came over.

Looking closely, in just a few days, this elderly Guan Zhifu seems to have aged a bit.Her hair and beard are still white, but they don't shine as brightly as before.Haggard, dry, like a mess.

Because of the blowing from the north, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and rougher, and some places were even chapped.

"My lord, if you don't think about it, you will starve tomorrow." He carefully reminded Guan Jizong.

"Ah...the food is out." Guan Jizong seemed to have just been awakened from a dream, and he said: "Why don't we borrow some more from Datong Town and deal with it for a while, they should still have some military food on hand."

The secretary smiled wryly: "I should be able to borrow a little bit, but not too much. After all, the military expenditure allocated by the imperial court to Datong Town is limited every year."

Datong is located on the front line of the border defense of the Ming Empire, and there are two teams in the city, one for the military and one for the government.The government agency is naturally Guan Jizong's Datong Mansion, and the army is Datong Town, one of the nine borders.

Secretary office: "Besides, the Tatars don't plan to leave this winter. The imperial court will inevitably use troops against the Tatars. By then, Datong Town's own military rations may not be enough for people to eat, so how can they be willing to take them?" Too much."

"Yeah, what should I do, what should I do?"