I'm dressed as the villain of the novel

Chapter 277
Zhao Xin waved his hand upon hearing this, "We monarchs and ministers discuss matters and have something to say, so we don't punish them for anything.

I probably know the situation outside. If you really want to talk about punishment, then my crimes are far greater than yours. "

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, "I've been going my own way for the past few days, leaving Beijing for Bingzhou.

After returning to Beijing, I was shut up in the palace for two days and ignored political affairs. I don't need you to tell me, I also know that you must have complaints in your heart.

Probably because I felt that I was really in a daze. At this moment, I left the disaster and the people alone, and just lived and dreamed and died in the palace! "

"Your Majesty's words are serious, and the ministers are terrified!"

Hearing what Xin Zhao said so straightforwardly, Liu Muzhi and others panicked and stood up together, even Qiao Sanniang couldn't help turning pale.

Although the behavior of the emperor during this period did make them feel a little bit of complaints, but they dare not say such things.

The emperor himself said it so bluntly, which made them even more uneasy.

Xin Zhao didn't care, waved his hand, sighed and said: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to rescue disasters, and it's not that I don't want to fight drought.

Don't I know that if disaster relief and drought relief can be effectively implemented now, some people can be left in their hometowns and losses can be recovered to a certain extent?

But I can't do that, and I can't.

Because if I really hand over the money and food to them for disaster relief, I can guarantee that [-]% to [-]% of the money and food will fall into the hands of those officials and aristocratic families.

Instead of being able to stay in their hometown, the people suffered even more heavy losses.

When the last bit of capital in our hands is gone, at that time, whether it is Zhen or the common people, they will be fish on their chopping boards. "

Hearing what he said, Liu Muzhi and the others couldn't help but feel their hearts move, and then they felt sad.

Because Xin Zhao's words pointed out their current predicament.

Indeed, as Xin Zhao said, although they still have several million stones in their hands now.

But if we really want to use the money and food for disaster relief, then the money and food will undoubtedly be empty in the end, and there will be no shadow.

but……

"Now that this catastrophe has taken shape, the autumn harvest this year is hopeless, and the imperial court can't just ignore it."

Kou Zhunren frowned.

Wang Xuance also said: "Recently, all the officials in the court have petitioned the court to help the victims of the disaster, and they also proposed to take advantage of the rain to remove the dead seedlings in the fields and replace them with new seedlings.

The requisitions from various states and counties requesting the imperial court for disaster relief are also like snowflakes. "

Xin Zhao didn't answer directly when he heard the words, but smiled slightly and asked, "Have you been impeached recently?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing wryly when they heard the words.

Kou Zhunren said: "It's okay for me to wait, there are indeed a lot of evidence to impeach Mu Zhi."

Yu Qian frowned and said: "Those people are doing what His Majesty said, they are forcing us to give them the little money in our hands!

These aristocratic families are really wolfish ambitions! "

He didn't know much about personal political struggles.

But for such group disputes, he understands it better than others.

Because in the previous life, it was he who single-handedly saved the Ming Dynasty from peril, and at the same time completely consolidated the position of the civil servants and gentry group.

Let Ming Dynasty completely change from imperial power politics to civilian politics.

It was from then on that the Daming gentry group completely surpassed other social groups.

From this point of view, his position at that time was similar to that of the current family.

It's just that he has more responsibility than those aristocratic families, and has a heart of family, country and world.

And the gentry group at that time was not as depraved as it was later.

To some extent, it is the backbone of society.

But when a social class is completely above other class groups and completely controls the power and interests of this society, it is not far from complete degeneration and becoming a scourge.

The same is true for Daqin at this time, but their positions are different.

At this time, he is not one with those wealthy families, but one with the emperor.

Moreover, at this time, these aristocratic and wealthy families in Daqin also had no sense of integrity in Yu Qian's eyes, and they were even more irresponsible to the people of the country.

In this regard, Xin Zhao did not say much.

After thinking about it, he smiled slightly and said, "In this case, let's give money.

But they couldn't do what they wanted. "

Everyone heard the words and couldn't help looking at Xin Zhao, knowing that he must have something to say.

"Mu Zhi, how many refugees are there in the capital now?"

Xin Zhao turned to ask.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I can't answer the specific number of refugees, because the number is increasing sharply every day, and it is impossible to count.

However, before I came, I roughly estimated that there are no fewer than [-] refugees gathered in the capital. "

Liu Muzhi said solemnly.

Although the rest of the people knew that the number of refugees was increasing day by day, they still gasped in shock when they heard the number.

Kou Zhunren hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this matter cannot be neglected. If such a large number of refugees gather in the capital, once they are taken advantage of by villains, it will definitely lead to catastrophe!"

Everyone else nodded in unison.

Then he asked Liu Muzhi, "Does Si Nong have any arrangements for this?"

Liu Muzhi nodded, "The minister has ordered a generation in Cuiping Mountain in the west of Beijing to build a mat shed along the Luoshui River to temporarily accommodate refugees.

However, because there are too many refugees and the surge is too fast, at present only sick and weak women and children can be given priority.

In addition, the minister has ordered Taicang Ling to set up twenty porridge sheds in Junma Temple in the west of the city, but these can only ensure that fewer people will starve to death. "

Everyone couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

Such measures can indeed only be said to be better than nothing.

For example, porridge sheds, twenty porridge sheds sounds like a lot.

But twenty porridge sheds are a drop in the bucket compared to tens of thousands of refugees.

How much porridge can a porridge shed last twelve hours a day?
How many of them received it repeatedly, and how many of them never received it at all?

Can't manage at all.

This kind of porridge can only be said to alleviate the grievances of the refugees a little, and minimize the possibility of riots by the refugees.

Really want to say how useful it is, it's really negligible.

But everyone also knew that Liu Muzhi could not be blamed for this kind of thing.

Tens of thousands of refugees, if we really want to achieve complete and effective management, everyone can have food to eat, not to mention how much food they need a day.

Management is also a huge difficulty.

However, everyone knows that this matter will definitely not work if it continues like this.

Tens of thousands of refugees, and this number is still increasing sharply every day, if it cannot be effectively resolved.

Then once one or two ambitious villains appear among them, it will be a riot at any time.

So for a while, no one in the study room spoke.

Xin Zhao also frowned, and he didn't expect that things were more serious than he imagined.

Although the East and West factories and the Jinyiwei reported every day, and he also knew that there were a lot of refugees in the capital, he always thought that there should be thousands of people, at most more than ten thousand.

"Why are there so many refugees? Isn't it only July?"

Xin Zhao finally couldn't help asking.

(End of this chapter)