Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly or butterfly's dream, Zhuang Zhou's yes, yes, The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info The so-called life is like a dream, nothing more than that. This is actually Qin Chong's perception of this "critical examination room".

Qin Chong didn't know that his poem had made a big move at this time, and he had no time to care about it at this time, because when Fu Ju's poem was written, after a period of dizziness, he had been directly taken into the "Critical Examination Room......

Luo Shijie opened his eyes, and in the haze, he seemed to have a dream, as if there was a person named Qin Chong, what was going on? I always feel that something is different, but I can't say what the difference is.

I was sitting on a big chair with hard pear flowers, and I had a thin quilt on my body, I didn't have to think about it, it must have been put on by the old housekeeper for me, I had just been in office for three months, and my family had not moved over.

There is a stack of official documents and files piled up on the desk of the same material in front of the front, and the four treasures of the study are squarely placed in front of him, looking around, this is a room of about twenty square meters, and the four walls are high and low closets, which are full of files, and there is no one around, but I can hear the footsteps of someone walking outside the door, and I can also hear someone whispering, obviously lowering his tone, for fear of disturbing the people in the house.

Luo Shijie paced to the door with a bronze mirror, looked at himself carefully, wearing a scribe's regular clothes, looking like a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a Chinese face, big eyes and light eyebrows, and a few strands of silver on his temples.

I remember that half a month ago, I was still full of black hair!"Affectionate should laugh at me, Huafa was born early." When did you become so literary and artistic, and the last time you wrote poetry was six years ago, right? Since embarking on your official career, what poems and articles are getting farther and farther away from you.

Luo Shijie laughed self-deprecatingly, as if he remembered something, he quickly flipped through a pile of cases and found a letter, which was written last month in the same year in the port city of Yangcheng, in the same year, someone from the family came here to do business, asked someone to bring some gifts to seek care, and also brought some agricultural products for him to try, all of which were poached, but one of them was a thing called "potato", which attracted Luo Shijie's attention.

He was inexplicably as if he knew all the benefits of this kind of thing, but in his heart he couldn't remember where he learned this kind of information. He thought about it, but he still couldn't get the point, so he didn't think about it anymore, and now there were more tricky things to do.

His brow was furrowed into a Sichuan pattern, and it was obvious that there was something very difficult.

Of course, it is a big and difficult thing to be sad and white-headed, just three months after taking office, it encountered a major flood that has not been encountered in a hundred years, and the catastrophic storm for seven days and seven nights in a row has almost turned Wu into a country of Ze, but it is the autumn harvest, the particles where the water passes are not left, and the houses have collapsed countless times, Su County, Huai County, and Meng County where they are located are all seriously affected, and the five counties of Yueqing Prefecture under their own rule are affected by the disaster is the top priority, if it is not for the government's effective and timely treatment, there is almost a tragedy of Yizi and eating.

Although there is grain in the government, it has also been distributed to help the victims in various places, but the area affected by the disaster is too large, and there are nearly one million people affected by the disaster under his rule, and the little grain stored can only barely enough for the victims to feed for five days, and when will the relief from the imperial court arrive, according to his understanding of the actions of the bigwigs in the DPRK and China, it will take ten and a half months to arrive at the earliest.

Although the government has opened a porridge factory, in order to delay a little longer, it is mixed with a lot of rice bran bark, and the hungry people are increasingly dissatisfied.

Luo Shijie rubbed his numb forehead and looked at the official documents on the table, one of which was a summary of the disaster situation in various counties, one was a reminder of urging the imperial court to allocate relief food as soon as possible, and one was the situation of disaster relief and self-help in various places.

After the catastrophe, there will be a catastrophe, Luo Shijie suddenly jumped out of his heart with such a thought, the scope of this catastrophe is very wide, it may be a plague, or it may be a disgruntled person who takes the opportunity to move, often a little spark will become a prairie fire, no, you have to look around.

This is the first time I have encountered such a thing since I entered politics, and I have no experience in this area at all, but since this awakening, my mind is unprecedentedly clear and agile, and this knowledge seems to have jumped out of my mind naturally.

Luo Shijie sent someone to call Huang Tongju and He Shoubei, as well as the money and head of the fast house, as well as the secretary of the workshop and the household, a group of six people, and asked his entourage to follow from afar, and Weifu went to the porridge shed outside the city, which was the gathering place of the victims and the possible source of the disaster.

Soon after the flood receded, there was still a lot of stagnant water in the low-lying areas along the way, and every household was cleaning up the stagnant water in the courtyard, and the people and horses were drowning outward, and the gutter was filthy and exuding a pungent fishy smell.

Luo Shijie frowned, and asked casually: "Qian Zhutou, is every household in the city cleaning up stagnant water?"

"My lord, that's right, since yesterday every house has been cleaning up the stagnant water. ”

"This can't work, the progress is too slow, arrange for the streets and alleys to take people to divide the work, dredge the ditches and clear the landfill, the money catches the head, you and the Wang Shuban of the household will send people to supervise, if the manpower is not enough, people will be drawn from each room, I don't care what you do, I want to see the neat Yueqing City before noon tomorrow!" Luo Shijie said with a tough attitude.

Yueqing City, this task is a little tight, Qian Zhutou opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and secretly looked at the prefect with a calm face, knowing that this time he was really moving, and he didn't dare to go up and touch the moldy head.

This is not the end, Luo Shijie continued: "Every household must sprinkle lime in front of and behind the house, and each family should not be less than ten catties!"

Hurry up the front things, the big deal is how hard and overtime can still be completed, this is more than ten pounds of lime per family is not hard work can be done well, the lime stored in the house to repair the city wall adds up to more than half, but the other half is not easy to do, the secretary of the household Wang said to Luo Shijie in embarrassment: "My lord, there is still a small half of this lime storehouse, you see ......"

"It's not difficult to do, what is the use of waiting for you, the country is difficult to know loyal ministers, the war festival is difficult, the country is raising you and so on for today, if you do it well, I will ask for credit for you, and if you can't do it, you will blame the king's law for being ruthless!"

This sentence is full of "one hundred and fifty years of national soldiers, fighting and dying, and today", which is quite a popular saying, and everyone usually has a lot of mouths, and the two of them have heard it. At this time, the two of them scolded in their hearts, this is raising you "scholars", what do we have to do with us "officials".

As a member of the imperial court, the number one in the local area, the prefect's authority is very heavy, and almost all matters can be decided in a word, "the prefect who breaks the house and destroys the door" is by no means just talking, when it comes to this part, the two know that there are conditions for this matter, and they have to create conditions if they don't have the conditions, and it is better to leave a good impression on the prefect if they are single, so Wang Shuban stabbed the money and caught the head, and the two sang a fat promise in unison and took over the task.

At this point, Luo Shijie's face softened slightly, and explained to them: "After the catastrophe, there will be a pandemic, this is common sense, every house is not only for cleaning, but also to sweep away the accumulation of these epidemic diseases are easy to breed, and sprinkling lime can directly extinguish the source of the epidemic, we must pay attention to it!"

Luo Shijie asked again: "Are there any people in the city who have died because of the flood these days? Has anyone fallen ill? Especially those who have symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea?"

This time, Qian Zhutou replied very neatly: "There are twenty-one people who died in the whole city, and those who have the owner have all been pulled out of the city to bury, and the body of the owner is still in Yizhuang for the time being! As for the sick people, I haven't checked them, but I think there are a lot of them!"

"Such a hasty thing is going to happen, but you have not experienced such a catastrophe and calamity, and I don't blame you, from now on, these things must be made into rules. ”

"The first is the health and disease prevention system, about cleaning and sprinkling quicklime, which has just been said, so I will not say more. ”

"Second, all drinking water must be boiled, this is the top priority, it must be carried out, and someone must be sent to supervise ......"

"Article 3, all sick people are arranged by the government to go to designated places for observation and treatment, and the place of treatment must be placed in a sparsely populated place outside the city, guarded by soldiers, isolated from inside and outside, and before recovery, relatives cannot visit the patient!"

"Fourth, to ensure the normal exercise of public security management, all localities should be organized, the village elders and gentry should be organized, divided into sections, clear responsibilities, establish a population registration system, maintain local stability, and must not allow the homeless people to move around!"

"Article 5, all those who die in the disaster shall be cremated, and they must be done quickly, and they cannot stay in Yizhuang, and this matter shall be done immediately by the secretary of the king, no matter who it is, and shall not ......delay it under any pretext."

In the face of chaos, he is not afraid of many things, and what he is most afraid of is that there is nothing to be done.

It was nearly noon, a group of people walked and said, it was already to the porridge shed, it was the time to give porridge, looking from afar, thousands of people scattered in the suburbs, it can be said that the mountains were all over the field, more than 30 soup soup points, a big pot boiling porridge, everyone had vegetables on their faces, waiting for the porridge in a long line, a team of soldiers was maintaining order, from time to time someone cut in line, pushing, scolding, women crying, children screaming all kinds of sounds sounded together.

Luo Shijie and his entourage chose a soup kitchen with the largest number of people to observe.

After a while, someone shouted: "Open the pot!", so everyone cheered up, Baba looked ahead, there were more people and less porridge, every time the porridge was given, the back squeezed forward, one squeezed one, and the formation was going to be scattered, fortunately, the soldiers who maintained order were quite experienced, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, against the crowded crowd was a random whip, and finally calmed down the restless crowd, and then one after another divided the porridge.

Looking at the bowl of rice soup that clearly showed people, this amount could only not make people starve to death, and sure enough, some people were already complaining loudly that this porridge was getting lighter and lighter day by day. One person spoke up, everyone responded, and the crowd was angry for a while, perhaps some officials recognized that there were several adults here, and a team of soldiers immediately came and quickly suppressed the riot.

Luo Shijie and the others shook their heads relatively, this is not the deduction of the people below, it is really that there is not much food in the house, and it has to be reduced day by day, I just hope that the relief food of the imperial court will come faster, otherwise everyone will have to finish playing!

Press the gourd and scoop up, just press down here, there is a porridge shed farther away and someone fights again, a few people don't care about revealing their identities, and immediately rush to the scene with people, only to see two groups of people twisted into a ball at the scene, but both sides are powerless to tear each other, and the soldiers are separated and angry and unwilling to stop.

The reason is simple, because this porridge shed is too far away, and there are not enough people to divide the porridge, so they choose people from the disaster victims to divide the porridge, because the porridge is too thin, so some people suspect that the porridge dividers favor one over the other, and give more to their relatives and friends and those who have a good relationship with each other, and others will share less, while the porridge dividers also say that they uphold the public heart, and everyone is the same. The two sides refused to give in to each other, so they escalated from a verbal altercation to a hands-on one.

Since ancient times, most of the causes of prairie fires have been: not suffering from poverty, but suffering from inequality!