The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

"Encouraging decree?" Li Fu asked.

"Yes, this year we have suffered such a great disaster, and the people's lives are difficult. If the court can exempt taxes for one year, it will also give them a breath of fresh air." Yan Lide said.

"Then I will write a letter to discuss with Your Majesty in private. If this matter is brought to the surface, it will put Your Majesty in a difficult position." Li Fu thought for a while and responded: "Guanzhong is an important area for the court to pay taxes... The court will definitely reduce taxes, but completely exempt... This year, the court has paid a lot of grain for disaster relief in Guanzhong. If it is supplemented by taxes from Jiangnan Road..."

It's not impossible.

But how to do it specifically and how to measure it are what the ministers in the court have to consider.

Li Fu didn't want to make a memorial, he just wanted to write a letter.

Making a memorial is the court's business, and writing a letter is a private discussion between him and his good second brother Li Shimin.

This also gave Li Shimin more room for thinking.

Do it or not.

Whether it is done or not, it will not affect the emperor's reputation at all.

"That's fine." Yan Lide nodded in agreement.

Yes, the court has its own considerations.

"Then let's settle it this way." Li Fu said: "Since you also mentioned that the people who left Linying originally have now returned to Linying, we might as well continue to publicize this news with great fanfare."

"Gather those who left Linying because of refugees and those who have gone far away to make a living." Li Fu said: "Write a notice and directly publicize it in the name of the official. My hometown has been destroyed. Now Linying needs to be rebuilt. I hope that the fellow villagers of Linying can uphold the spirit of supporting each other in times of trouble, rebuild their hometown, contribute money and strength, and jointly rebuild a better future!"

Li Fu slapped his palm on the table.

"What do you think! Now is the time to work together. We are short of people." Li Fu said.

When we first came here, there were thousands of people in the gathering place for the disaster victims.

How could such a big city of Linying, a city on a large plain with abundant grain production and fertile land, have a population of less than a thousand people?

A flood washed it all away.

So many people fled and died.

Even if we rebuild our homes now, with so many people, only one-third of the families have been settled in the houses after half a month.

Most of them still live in sheds.

But if the weather is not good in the future, those who have already moved into the house will have to vacate some space and temporarily settle people.

Fortunately, the weather has been good these days, without strong winds and heavy rains, which also gave them enough time to breathe.

"Now we need manpower everywhere. If we only rely on the soldiers we brought, they will be exhausted. For a period of time, they are full of fighting spirit. After a month or two of grinding, they will curse in the streets." Li Fu said, "So, we have to do this."

Yan Lide thought about it carefully.

"That's fine."

"Then I'll leave it to Master Yan. Write it." Li Fu waved his hand and stopped doing anything.

He was only responsible for giving advice.

He only did half of the work of the political commissar, and was only responsible for talking. The hands-on work was either done by Yan Lide or Jiang Que.

During this period in Linying, both Yan Lide and Jiang Que were almost sunburned.

Only Li Fu was a little darker, but still had a healthy wheat-colored skin.

Yan Lide was in charge of building houses, and Jiang Que was on the river bank all day. If they didn't get tanned, who would?

Li Fu spent most of his time in the tent "coordinating the overall situation".

Not long after, Yan Lide wrote a long article.

Li Fu took it and took a look.

"Well~~~ There are too many words, shorten it a little, and make the words more inspiring and miserable."

Selling misery and inciting emotions.

Who wouldn't be confused after reading such a notice?

"After all, it is to be spread far and wide, and it is not easy to spread if it is written." Li Fu said: "Shout more slogans, such as flood control and disaster relief, everyone is responsible, one side is in trouble, all sides support, and rebuilding homes. It is best to let the Linying people who are away from home see it and feel that they are failing their ancestors if they don't contribute to the reconstruction of their hometown."

"In this way, they can be more united with the elders of their hometown, work together, contribute money and effort, and find ways to help the elders of their hometown."

Li Fu talked to himself, completely unaware that Yan Lide was looking at him with a very strange look.

Yan Lide was thinking in his heart, His Royal Highness Jingyang King of the Tang Dynasty, where did he get so many tricks?

He is very capable of fooling people from top to bottom.

Even I thought what he said was very reasonable after listening to itIf he didn't take out two strings of copper coins from his pocket and give them to the people in Linying who were affected by the disaster, he would not be a human being.

"That's all for now, Master Yan, thank you for revising it." Li Fu said.

Yan Lide restrained his expression, thought carefully about Li Fu's words, and soon wrote the second version.

Li Fu took a look.

"No, it's still not tragic enough, it's still not inspiring enough, it needs to be more inspiring, let the people in foreign lands see the strength of their hometown elders struggling to survive in the mud, let them see the tenacity of many elders and fellow villagers, united as one, and twisted into a rope."

The third version.

"We need to add some content about unity, friendship, selflessness, and dedication."

The fourth version.

"It's too long, it needs to be concise, easy to understand, and catchy. After all, it's a call."

Yan Lide was numb.

"The fifth edition."

"Master Yan, I think we should still use the second edition. That one is good. Let's follow that one. It's simple and clear." Li Fu said, "I will find someone to copy dozens of copies, and have them ride fast horses to spread it to the surrounding counties, post it on the notice board, and even find a caravan to send it to a farther place!"

Yan Lide's eyes were dull, and he could only nod.

Yes, yes, your highness, you are right, you are right, I will do it.

Who made you a prince! You are a second-rank official!

If you are not a prince, not a prince's tutor.

You are a bastard!

Li Fu took the notice written by Yan Lide back to the military camp, found a few people who could read and write, and began to copy it.

Then he sent someone to send it out at full speed, and asked Qu Yanghe to contact the caravan, trying to let the notice go to a farther place with the caravan.

Jiang Que worked hard on the riverbank all day.

It was a big project to clean up the broken river section, and it would take a long time to dredge the river and deal with the flooded Linying County site. I am afraid that it would not be completed even by the end of the year.

Even after the disaster relief work was done and they had to return to Chang'an, Jiang Que might stay.