Chapter 758 Untitled
The outside of Anxi County has become a huge gathering place for people.
The people affected by the disaster in Zhongshan, Changshan and Gaoyang counties basically gathered here after receiving the news. Even Dai County under the Tuoba clan and Fanyang County in Youzhou had people going south.
By the end of August, the camps were expanded and personnel were evacuated. A total of more than ten disaster relief camps were set up in Anxi, Liwu, and Weichang.
Anxi County is the largest. Not counting the soldiers brought by Shao Xun, the number of victims exceeds 12,000.
As a steady stream of food was transported westward from Lukou Town, Boling, the victims slowly recovered, and their faces gradually turned red.
Unfortunately, many people died on the eve of the arrival of the food - mainly the old, weak, women and children.
Many new tombs have been erected outside Anxi County, and many old tombs have also been developed.
Don’t expect a hungry and anxious person to remain rational. There were only dry bones left in the old graves, which were dug out and cooked by the victims. There is definitely no nutrition, and I am probably just lying to myself.
Children’s sadness comes and goes quickly.
Chou Nu and Chun Kui walked around a carriage, laughing and playing.
When the victims wearing yellow scarves passed by, they would sometimes stop and look at the two of them and tease them a few times.
It is hard to imagine that less than a month ago, they might have been the ones who threw the two children into the cauldron and prepared to cook them.
Canglin knows enough about etiquette, that's right.
Shao Xun asked someone to bring his mount.
The old man was almost killed and made into preserved meat.
Perhaps it would never have thought that in the eyes of the general, the divine war horse, which was worth a thousand dollars, would end up not on the battlefield, but in a cauldron.
Shao Xun rode out for half an hour and then came back, his face not very good.
“There is no way to plant any more.” He found a tree stump and sat down, sighing: “Too many things have been washed down by the flood, and too many things have been washed away. It will not be relieved within a year and a half. Grazing may be possible, but farming is difficult.”
What is washed away are sand, rocks, bamboos, and even all kinds of strange things, and what is washed away are soil nutrients that have been cultivated for many years. substance.
Of course you can barely farm, but the harvest will be impressive.
Considering that the canal will be frozen in two months at most, it will be very difficult to transport food by then. Can these victims really be supported to survive until the next autumn harvest? It was too forced and the price was too high.
Perhaps, we can consider letting some of the strong eat elsewhere to reduce the consumption of precious food.
Leave some people with relatively complete families - if not complete, then complete them - to spend the entire autumn and winter clearing the land and preparing for next year's spring plowing.
To put it bluntly, there is not enough food, and the loss in long-distance transportation is too great.
Although there is no war this year, the consumption caused by disaster relief is enough to swallow up the wealth production surplus for an entire year, and it is not even enough.
"Your Majesty, Mao Junjun is here." Yang Qin reported softly.
"Let him come over."
"Mao joins the army" is of course Mao Bang.
He is the internal history of Yan, but he has always held the position of chief minister and has not completely separated from the central government. The reason is that Shao Xun has high hopes for him and will bring him back at any time.
He took up the post of Yan Domestic History in February of the 10th year of Yongjia, and it has been four and a half years since then.
When Liu Han was here, he was very handy.
Once Liu Han left, management became very difficult. Without him, there is no local foundation.
If no matter what happens, hello to me, hello to everyone, then of course you can go on.
If you want to make some achievements, it will be more troublesome.
Shao Xun has been observing him for more than a year and has decided to transfer him out of Youzhou. There is little point in staying any longer.
Mao Er has already understood the intertwined local relations, has a good understanding of the feelings of the county and villagers, and is familiar with the operation of officialdom. He is no longer an inexperienced youngster. Maybe you can give him a blank piece of paper and see what he can draw. What comes.
Chou Nu and Chun Kui were tired of playing and threw themselves into Shao Xun's arms.
Shao Xun touched their heads, looked at Mao Er walking towards them, smiled and nodded.
"Master Shao." Mao Er bowed and saluted without squinting.
"How much food did you bring here?" Shao Xun asked.
"Sixty thousand hu of grain and three thousand miscellaneous animals." Mao Bang replied.
“How did it come?”
“The students asked for it one by one.” Mao Bang said: “When they learned that Master Shao was in Zhongshan, the wealthy people of Yan State did not dare to neglect and donated generously. "
"You're good," Shao Xun praised.
Many officials from other places really don’t have much face in front of local snakes.
Mao Er was able to get so much food and meat, firstly, because of the legacy of Liu Han, a famous scholar from Yan State;
Secondly, because of his own efforts, he probably got confused with some children of wealthy families. Familiarity, at least the relationship of fair-weather friends, with food and livestock coming at the critical moment;
Sama, probably related to Shao Xun waiting for dinner in Zhongshan. The wealthy people of the Yan State were not sure whether he would be angry or express his anger, so with the intention of spending money to eliminate disasters, they took out some grain and livestock and treated them as beggars.
"Can Yan State still continue to work?" Shao Xun suddenly asked.
"Master Shao, I..." Mao Bang blushed instantly.
"That's all, I'm in a bit of a dilemma for you. I have no soldiers, no money, no food. I'm eating, drinking, and talking with the children of the rich family. Everyone says you are good. But if you want to attack them, I'm afraid you will die first. It's unclear." Shao Xun waved his hand and said, "Come to Gaoyang. After the disaster, Gaoyang's internal history abandoned the city and disappeared. You will be arrested by the state in a while. The four counties are in good order. This county is not big, it has suffered serious disasters, and the wealthy families have suffered a lot. It is not very popular. It is easier to open up the situation than in Yan State. Come and become the internal history of Gaoyang next month. "
"Yes." Mao Bang breathed a sigh of relief and responded.
"I'll leave some people for you. Come with me." Shao Xun smiled gently at the two children and said, "Let's go play for a while."
The ugly slave took his sister away sensibly. .
Chuntui was still a little reluctant and pulled Shao Xun's clothes. Shao Xun smiled and said, "That's all."
Bent down to pick up Chun Kui, then took Mao Bang to the outside, pointing to the densely packed thatched shacks in the distance, He said: "I will leave you a few thousand men, half of them strong men, half of them strong women, and you let them farm under the city of Gaoyang. The men will train in their spare time. Are you worried about the lack of men? Okay, I will leave you fifty personal soldiers." , Let them lead the training. As long as the land is cultivated for two or three years, there will be a good harvest, and the farmers and soldiers will be almost trained. Will they be able to manage the whole county? "
" The students must do well," Mao Bang said.
“Do you know what to do?”
"Grade the fields, create households, collect taxes, and train troops."
"Not bad." Shao Xun said, "Have done these things, and you can go one step further."
Not far away A curl of smoke rose.
The victims looked at each earthen jar with sacred eyes and smelled the aroma of rice escaping from the jars. Unknowingly, some shed tears.
Having never experienced this kind of suffering, it is difficult to understand their worship of food.
Shao Xun walked into a camp.
When the victims who were cooking saw them, they all worshiped: "Your Majesty."
"We meet every day, why do we worship? Why don't we save some energy." Shao Xun scolded with a smile.
Everyone stood up.
"When it's time to cook, when it's time to eat, don't worry about me, I'll just walk around." Shao Xun said again.
Then everyone dispersed.
Shao Xun stood casually in front of a broken tent, where seven or eight young men were crowded.
"All the family members are gone?" Shao Xun found a wooden stake to sit down on, put Chun Kui on the ground, and asked.
People in troubled times are not so pretentious. Besides, after so much time, they could talk about the suffering in the past with relative ease.
"Washed away by the water."
"What are your plans?"
A few people looked at each other and said in unison: "Your Majesty, let me live. The grace of reconstruction is willing to go with the king."
"It's a long way to go with me," Shao Xun said.
"Grandpa, I'll go with you." Chunkui suddenly raised her face and said crisply.
"Oh? What did you call me?" Shao Xun smiled.
Chun Kui lowered her head in shyness, feeling a little sad.
"Okay, okay." Shao Xun picked her up again and said, "I met you during the flood. This is God's will. God's will cannot be violated, so what does it matter if I have more daughters?"
Chuntui raised her head in surprise, her eyes instantly brightened. When she saw Shao Xun smiling at him, she buried her head in his arms again.
The seven or eight young men looked at the little girl with envy.
They may not be rich if they work hard all their lives. But this little girl was so lucky that she suddenly became the daughter of Prince Liang, which may be an unreachable peak for them in their lifetime.
"You follow me, as long as you dare to fight and fight hard, you will have women, houses, fields, and money." Shao Xun glanced at them and said: "I want to live a good life, but I don't want to pay anything. , it is absolutely impossible. After winter, food is tight, and Zhongshan, Changshan, Gaoyang and other counties may have difficulty in eating. "
"Yes," several people said loudly. road.
My home, my ancestral graves, my wife and children, everything is gone, I am all alone, what is there to hesitate about?
Shao Xun nodded slightly and said, "Let's eat first."
After that, he left the shack and continued to inspect the camp.
Wherever he passed, there were endless greetings, shouts and cheers.
In this camp, some people used to be bankers, some used to be tribesmen, some used to be powerful, and there were even children of noble families. At this moment, they all gathered together in despair, with no distinction between them.
They have only one identity at the moment: the survivors of the famine.
And there was only one person who allowed them to survive with difficulty: King Liang of the Jin Dynasty.
The experiences of this year may be unforgettable for these people until they die.
If you are lucky enough to live to the end of your life, you may be able to talk to your grandchildren sitting around the fire: "Back then, Aweng stumbled and was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. When he was about to die, he met the King of Liang who fell from the sky. I managed to survive.”
“Back then, there was a young man from an aristocratic family who slept on the same straw mat as me and grinded his teeth at night.”
“Back then, there was a clerk who was very aggressive when collecting taxes. He's going to die and be eaten after a disaster."
"Back then, there was a well-educated rich girl, and I only had to give her half a piece of breast meat once to sleep with her."
If you add drama to yourself. , you can also brag: "Back then, King Liang invited me to join the army, because he missed your grandma before she left. The king was very sorry, saying that he had lost a fierce general."
It was played to the end, until the old woman couldn't listen any more, and that was the end.
Although I was bragging, in the dead of night, when I recalled the catastrophic suffering, I burst into tears.
I can’t even figure out what I’m crying about. Anyway, I just feel sad.
In this life, my face changes when I hear about floods.
In this life, I will not allow anyone to speak ill of King Liang.
In this life, I have lived a life of struggle and pain, but I only hope that my children and grandchildren will be prosperous and safe.
On September 15th, seeing the situation in Gaoyang and other places getting better day by day, Shao Xun went south to Julu to inspect the post-disaster reconstruction situation.
The counties that followed him to the south were no less than 20,000 strong, and all of them were wrapped in yellow turbans. People at that time called them the "Yellow-headed Army".
(End of this chapter)