My Brother-in-law is the Prince

  After Zhang Anshi finished speaking, he smiled again.

  Then said: "Making money is not the goal, what we are fighting for is people's hearts, land and people."

   "People are the most important thing. For those rebellious officials and thieves, people are not only a tool for them to gain benefits, but also a labor force for them to squeeze."

"Because of this, for them, it doesn't matter even if some people starve to death, because they hoard food and annex land, and they can earn a lot of money. For us, although people are not infinite The price, but at least... it can also bring out more value of people. Nowadays, there are catastrophes everywhere, starvation everywhere, now... it's time for our Taiping Mansion to clean up the rivers and mountains."

Having said that, he glanced at everyone, and then said again: "We are all our own people, that's why this king speaks out in front of you. The Taiping Mansion has produced many capable officials and officials over the years. Government schools, and many other schools, have also raised so many talented people. Now, it is time to test everyone, and the next... is what we really need. Here is a charter, just take a look. .”

  After Zhang Anshi said some passionate words, he immediately threw out a thick stack of regulations.

  Nowadays, Zhang Anshi's speaking skills have improved a lot. After listening to his words, everyone's faces are unconsciously solemn.

  The secretaries of the Changshi Mansion took the regulations and began to distribute them.

  Everyone lowered their heads to look at it one after another, but after seeing it, all of them changed countenance.

Zhang Anshi naturally saw their reaction, and raised his voice again: "Look... can this be realized? To achieve it, everyone's help is necessary. Everyone first raises their own problems, how to arrange them, how to deploy personnel... these things It’s all linked together.”

   Everyone watched silently, distinguishing their responsibilities in the charter, and then began to think in their hearts.

  Gao Xiang took the lead and said: "Your Highness, there are so many prefectures and counties, I am afraid that there is not enough manpower, Taiping Prefecture can at least dispatch... more than 900 civil servants, it is really a drop in the bucket."

  Zhang Anshi took a look at Gao Xiang: "It's not a big problem, it's really not going to work. Is it enough to transfer students who are about to graduate from the official school and other schools such as the Customs School and the Mathematical School?"

  Gao Xiang listened, fell into deep thought, and said after a while: "It should be possible, but the universities...are you willing to let people go?"

Zhang Anshi said: "Take it as an internship. Teaching them to do some practical things will benefit them in the future. Besides, most of the students in these schools enter Jinyiwei, Taipingfu and Customs after graduation. With contact with the palace, they can't wait for it."

  Gao Xiang nodded: "The lower officials are in charge of liaison, first mobilize people, and let some civil servants teach some practical affairs in a unified way."

  Chen Li also finished reading the regulations, and pondered: "Your Highness, there is no big problem with Jin Yiwei."

  Zhang Anshi nodded, then looked at Zhu Jin.

  Zhu Jin thought for a while and said: "It shouldn't be a problem. Money and food are not a problem now, so... the workshops below can completely start production as soon as possible. The price is negotiable, and it will be fine if you don't lose money."

Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "This is the best, since that's the case, everyone will act separately. Oh, right, quickly distribute the edict to all prefectures and counties, and teach everyone to act according to the edict. Tell them later, don't lose the chain , if you dare to do something bad, you must be severely punished. But if this matter can be successful, even if you don’t have any credit, you will have to work hard. This king... has clear rewards and punishments, and he is willing to eat meat if he is sincere. Collusion, then don't blame me for pulling the knife."

   "Here."

  Everyone dispersed, Zhang Anshi breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered the Changshi Mansion to start dispatching personnel to make inspections in various prefectures and counties.

  Yitong is busy, it is late at night.

  Kaifeng…

   Zhou Juren and others are still buying grain continuously.

   Everything seemed to show signs of no other.

   After all, they have done this kind of thing before, so they are very experienced. When the government had disaster relief food, they colluded with the officials, bought them from the officials, and then hoarded them.

  But seven or eight days after I bought it, it started to look a little... strange.

  They found that the food seems to be in a steady stream, and they can never buy it all.

  The chariots and horses transporting grain can always appear every day and enter the city one after another, so... a situation has formed, Jin Yiwei is releasing grain for disaster relief, and the gentry are also continuously buying grain.

   Unfortunately, the price of food cannot fall.

  Because once it falls, isn’t everyone hoarding food for nothing?

   Soon, Zhou Juren and others began to feel overwhelmed.

  Purchase more and more grain, and bought all of my own granary.

   But the money was spent in vain, and it was still a lot.

  Now... the money in my hand is almost exhausted.

   They couldn't calm down anymore.

  But Jinyiwei is still releasing food, watching the trend of exhilaration.

  Don’t continue hoarding. Once more and more grain is released, the price of grain will inevitably plummet.

   What's more, if you don't buy this food, you have to give it to the refugees. If the refugees can barely survive, how can they spend all the food they buy?

  In fact, from the very beginning, they were like being put on a fire, unable to advance or retreat.

   Just as everyone lamented.

   But someone came in a hurry.

"Not good, not good."

  The person who came was the steward of Zhou Ju's family, and he looked anxious.

  Everyone raised their heads when they heard the words.

  But seeing the person in charge, he said out of breath, "Masters, it's terrible, it's terrible, Jin Yiwei...the food is released again today."

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expression changed suddenly.

  Zhou Juren's face was also very ugly, but he still tried his best to calm down and said calmly: "They also release food on weekdays, why are they making such a fuss today?"

"No, no." The steward shook his head like a rattle, and said, "It's different this time. A few days ago, the porridge was filled with more rice and less water. But today, not only have several porridge sheds been added, but... The porridge water...seems to be a few tenths more than the rice in the past. This porridge can stand chopsticks. Those refugees... all gathered around to get the porridge, and it was delicious."

  After hearing this, everyone's face was like a pig's liver, and they were dumbfounded, and they were directly silenced.

  Wang Jin's eyes widened before, and he said angrily: "It's with ulterior motives, it's ulterior motives."

  Zhou Juren's face became more and more solemn. He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, only sighing.

  Wang Jindao: "Where did they get so much food? Duke Zhou, we put all our wealth and lives into it. If the price of food drops..."

  Several other grain merchants also wailed: "Who is willing to buy our grain in the market now? There is no such thing in the world."

Zhou Juren took a deep breath and said, "To put so much food today, it seems...it seems to be aimed at us. Does this mean that we bought too little food from their Jinyiwei? It's just... how much food do they have?" grain?"

  Everyone was silent.

   Only one person said in a low voice: "What should we do now?"

  The tone of these words is very light, but it makes people feel that the speaker is confused.

  The problem now is that everyone’s grain is piled up in the barn, which is everyone’s wealth and life. Once the price plummets and Jin Yiwei continues to release grain like this, they will be completely ruined.

  For so many years of savings, it is impossible for all of them to fall short.

  Zhou Juren lowered his brows and said: "Let's find a way to buy some Jinyiwei's food, and continue to test it out for a while. I have already instructed people to find out about Qixia."

   "Besides that..." Zhou Juren said: "Prefect Liu must also think of a way, hmph, the matter has come to this point, does he want to stay out of it?"

   "Besides, the security chiefs and armor chiefs from all over the country... have to teach them to make a little noise..."

  Zhou Juren sat down, took a sip of tea, and still had a calm face.

   In the past, he would use a few words of benevolence, righteousness, etiquette and letter to cover up.

  But today, even the benevolence, righteousness and morality of these people are not interested in talking about them. They just said: "Now, it is about everyone's family business. It is life or death. It depends on these times. Don't be discouraged!"

  Everyone shook their heads, all showing wry smiles, but they still tried their best to pull themselves together.

  ...

  In a small rented building in Kaifeng Mansion, people often come in and out.

  Jinyiwei General Banner Wang Wu, as well as the team officer Zhou Hu of the Model Camp, and Zeng Changren, the civil servant of the Taiping Mansion, were in charge of selling rice and distributing porridge every day.

  Among them, Chief Zeng was in charge of serving porridge, and Wang Wu was in charge of inspections to strictly prevent adultery and crimes. Zhou Hu from the model camp is in charge of security.

  The latest secret edict has been delivered. After the three of them read it and discussed it, they opened it and started to split up.

   Soon after, at the porridge shed in Dongcheng, some civil servants began to beat the gong.

   This is the day of soup giving.

  Many refugees gathered here, waiting for two meals of porridge every day.

   "All come, all come..."

  The dense crowd of people rushed towards this side very quietly.

  The civil servants shouted: "Starting today, everyone must register. On the Dongcheng side, Dongcheng production guards will be set up. The chief banner officer of Jinyiwei will temporarily serve as the commander of the guards. Everyone will register their names and ages, and each will receive a wooden badge."

   After eating here for seven or eight days in a row, the refugees have already gained a certain amount of trust in the civil servants here.

   After all, eating and drinking is free. According to the rules of the government in the past, it is not easy to get relief, not to mention that the porridge is not for people to eat.

But here, it is the real rice porridge. Not only that, it was only gruel from the beginning, and now the porridge water, not only does not have a downward trend, but the rice inside is getting more and more sticky. The porridge is almost turning into white rice.

   Even in a good year, their food may not be so good, let alone at this time.

  People have experienced catastrophes, life and death, and eaten bark and soil, so they cherish the hard-won days when they can eat porridge.

  At the moment, almost everyone did not hesitate. Sure enough, at the side of the porridge shed, a few civil servants began to set up desks and prepared bamboo slices. The refugees stepped forward and dictated their names, ages, and some characteristics.

   Immediately, the scribes recorded them with different bamboo slices according to their native places and ages.

  Because of the catastrophe, the common people became refugees, and now the registration of households has become the top priority.

  Every ten households will form a team, one hundred households will be set up with one hundred households, and then there will be one thousand households on the Dongcheng side.

  After that, different distinctions are made according to the age and gender of the person.

  The civil official Zeng Chang was responsible for the affairs of the old and young, women and children. All the old and young were weaved together. The women were responsible for sewing, building the stove, and helping wash rice, cook porridge, and burn firewood.

  Naturally, the youths under the age of thirteen were led by some literate scholars, set up some sheds, and taught them some simple knowledge.

   This is the experience in Taipingfu.

  Although this kind of learning is very inefficient, and what you learn is extremely superficial.

   But as long as you gather the children together, even if you just teach them to draw on the ground with a stick, it is very important for the inspiration of people's hearts.

  People can barely eat and drink. After gaining strength, they look at the distance. Those teenagers recite poems with others, which is enough to make people feel an indescribable sense of security.

  Because of this, amidst the sound of Lang Lang reading in the distance, the women who were responsible for cooking porridge, burning firewood, and mending almost all settled down.

  What Mr. Zeng did, besides registering and taking charge of children's education, was for women to do what they could.

   In addition, Zhou Hu from the model camp, he selected a hundred people, and brought a few lieutenants from the model battalion, organized them together, and distributed ordinary wooden sticks to them for drills.

  In addition to drills, they are responsible for some simple security, or select some people and teach them to patrol the official roads along the way and guard the food roads.

  These men eat more food than others every day, and all the selected people have wives or children.

   There are children in Dongcheng, providing food and drink, and teaching reading, and there are women who are sewing for others with peace of mind.

  In addition, they themselves have received the favor of Jinyiwei, even if they are asked to go to a farther place to undertake some guard work at this time, they are absolutely at ease.

As for the other strong men, they have been organized by Wang Wu. Some are responsible for inspections, some are responsible for repairing bridges and repairing roads, some... are responsible for transportation, and there are even special hundred households who take people to collect nearby corpses and bury them. .

  A construction team composed of thousands of households was responsible for logging, and began to build thatched houses directly near Dongcheng.

  Originally, these refugees had no place to live, and they gathered here wherever there was stuttering, but now, they need to provide them with shelter from the wind and rain.

  The newly built thatched huts were first assigned to the children for study, and they were also allowed to sleep at night.

  The houses after that are for the elderly and women to live temporarily, and the strong still live in the wilderness outside the city.

   But no one seems to have any complaints.

   "Anyone who can barely read, come, come here." From time to time, some civil servants shouted.

   Immediately afterwards, someone timidly came out and said, "I..."

   "Where's the business card?"

  The clerk looked at the timid young man. This young man should be considered an adult. He didn't go to school. Instead, as a strong man, he was responsible for digging latrines nearby. He looked ashamed at this moment.

  The young man took out the bamboo piece, and the clerk only looked at it: "Liu Jianye, this name... doesn't look like an ordinary farmer's family..."

   "My family used to have some land, and someone in my family has read books..." Liu Jianye said.

  The official did not talk nonsense, and said directly: "Okay, come with me."

  The civil official then selected a dozen more people before leading them to a place.

  This new house has hung a sign, and it has been written to the medical office.

  The first two people wearing Confucian shirts came out, they seemed to be doctors, and soon, this Liu Jianye became an apprentice of the medical institute, and was responsible for assisting the doctors.

  Because of the poor environment, many people are sick. Although Liu Jianye is an apprentice, he is very busy. He is responsible for sorting the medicinal materials shipped from Taiping Mansion, and sometimes he needs to follow the doctor to treat diseases or take care of some patients.

  After seven or eight days, there was a sudden shout from outside: "Come give me a hand, give me a hand..."

   Someone yelled.

  Liu Jianye came out, and immediately... saw the guards escorting several carts, and the people standing on the carts shouted loudly.

   Immediately afterwards, many strong men swarmed over, and Liu Jianye recognized one of them was his father, Liu Jian.

  Liu Jian is also proficient in literature and ink, and now he always follows the civil servants as a helper. At this time, he yelled hysterically: "Unload the goods and send them to the warehouse first...Slow down with your hands and feet, handle with care..."

   Liu Jian looked extremely excited, saw his son, smiled and said, "You come too."

  Liu Jianye stepped forward and took a big bag from the car. The big bag was not too heavy, so he carried it on his shoulders hard.

  The humanity on the side said: "This kid is small, he looks like a half-grown child, teach him to carry a small one."

   Liu Jian said: "He is not young, he is already sixteen years old, he has endured this hardship, we cannot teach him to eat plain rice."

  Liu Jianye carried the bag silently to the warehouse.

   On the warehouse side, there are clerks who are responsible for registering and entering the warehouse.

  Many people gathered outside, chattering.

  The civil servant said to the people: "Call all the hundreds of households and banner officials, and let them come with strength."

   As he spoke, he looked at Liu Jianye and said, "Are you from the Medical Institute?"

   Liu Jianye nodded.

  Wen Li said: "Then you keep it, the medical office is short of manpower, and you alone are enough."

   Liu Jianye said: "What is this for..."

"Distributing clothes and quilts..." the clerk said, "Of course, not everyone can get them. The ready-made clothes and quilts sent now are not enough. First, those who are under 18 years old and those over 50 years old will be distributed first. People, take it easy. Let me take a look at your medical center..."

The clerk lowered his head, looked at the book, and said: "There are only four people who are over 50 years old, and they can only get four sets. The sizes of these ready-made clothes are different, so they can only be distributed at will. Everyone pays attention to wearing them. If the real size is wrong Yes, find someone else to exchange."

  The crowd was in a commotion, and no one expected...to distribute bedding and ready-made clothes.

  Although the strong people here are temporarily not eligible to be issued, but at this time, many people are filled with smiles.

   This is a very rare thing. You must know that not long ago, they were still suffering from hunger and cold, and they might become dry bones on the roadside at any time.

  Now, there is food and drink, women and children have been resettled, and there are new clothes to wear and bedding to keep out the cold.

   Isn’t it Chinese New Year every day?