The Liujiang River in the early autumn morning is like a poem written in the smoke and rain, the Qingjiang River is rippling, and the sound of green trees moves both sides.

Tianlang, who was crowded at the intersection of the inner crossroads of Xiaonanmen, saw not the Qiujiang River in the south of the city and the ancient trees on both banks, but the southbound flow of people in line.

Tianlang was a little confused, early in the morning, why did the people in the city come to the south of the city with their families?

"Your Majesty, ten months ago, the situation reported by Liuzhou Mansion and Jinyiwei seems to be getting more and more intense."

"Reporting?" Tianlang raised his eyelids and pondered for a moment before remembering this matter that did not attract his attention at that time.

"You mean, these people queuing up to leave the city are all city people who cross the river to receive righteous porridge?"

Deng Kai sighed, "That's it, and it's with a family, rain or shine." ”

For the safety of the displaced people, Tianlang placed them on the south bank of the Liujiang River, which is also the south of Liuzhou, if the Qing soldiers really hit Liuzhou, the north of the city will be the first main battlefield, and the south bank of the Liujiang River will also be relatively safe.

There was a brocade guard gong to open the way, and Tianlang and his party walked out of the small south gate before the people in line, and boarded the ferry to the south bank.

The return boats from the south bank of the Liujiang River were empty, and the rafts to the south bank were overcrowded, and the waves could not be understood.

"Big companion, why do the people in the city prefer to take a ferry to the south bank to get porridge, don't they need money for the ferry?"

Pang Tianshou evoked a smile that was neither yin nor yang, and said lightly: "Yes, each guest on the bamboo raft charges one penny for each round trip, and the ferry costs two pennies, but this is the price on weekdays, and some people go back and forth twice a day, so they all find a boat owner to discount, at most half of the silver." ”

"Half of the money, 60 round trips a month, the bamboo raft also costs 30 yuan, and the ferry boat costs 60 yuan, and the money is spent to get porridge, I don't think it's cost-effective."

Tianlang seems to have settled economic accounts from the standpoint of the people.

"Hehe, the emperor doesn't need to bother with the calculations of the small people, but the people have their own accounts. For example, does the emperor know how many bowls of porridge can be boiled in one liter of rice? ”

Tianlang shook his head, Pang Tianshou smiled with a treacherous attitude, cleared his throat, and stretched out two fingers.

"Almost twenty bowls."

Gradually approaching the shore, Pang Tianshou continued to popularize mathematics courses for Tianlang.

"Then one stone of rice is more than 2,000 bowls, according to the price of Liuzhou City, one stone of brown rice is six taels of silver.

This is still the price that the emperor pressed from the teeth of grain merchants after moving to Liuzhou.

The price of such a bowl of porridge is worth three cents, and the emperor said that the people can drink gruel worth six cents for a maximum of two cents, isn't it cost-effective? There are also people in some villages in the south of the city, who do not need to spend the money of the ferry and take advantage of the imperial court, but they are more active. ”

Tianlang's face was sudden, and he finally understood how the more than 200 stone rice consumed by the relief grain every day were eaten, and the local people took advantage of the imperial court, ate public meals, and saved silver, so that they could drink wine and eat meat.

The daily cost is 200 stone meters, which doesn't sound like much, but a month, it's 6,000 stones.

Rao is Tianlang's various sinister and vicious moves were used on the bodies of profiteers in the whole state, and tens of thousands of stone grains were squeezed out, and according to this, within half a year, they all became gruel and were drunk.

"Your Majesty, you and your father-in-law did not hesitate to bear the infamy in Quanzhou and Liuzhou, and only made less than 100,000 stone of grain, before the Liuzhou Mansion explained this problem, it was just a formality, and it is not surprising that the emperor did not pay attention to it, but the minister reported it at the time is very illustrative, is it time to adjust?"

"Huh!" Pang Tianshou sneered, "How to adjust, do you want the emperor to roll up his sleeves and fight with those shameless Shengdou Xiaomin?" ”

"It's not right for my father-in-law to say that, but those relief grains are all allocated by the emperor from the military rations, and they are strategic materials, and we still rely on these military rations to protect the city when the enemy attacks, and we can't be eaten in vain."

"It's not right for our family to say this, but how is it right, if the magistrate has a way, do you still need to give the emperor a fold, the magistrate has nothing to do, how do you let the emperor take care of it? Is it really according to the joke just now, to fight with the little people? ”

An old man and a young man quarreled, and before they could kick the shore, they saw that dozens of soup kitchens on the shore had lined up in a long line, there were only 100,000 displaced people, and the porridge of 100,000 people should have been boiled, but there was more than double the amount of rubbing to eat, mixed with the homeless people to take the righteous porridge, who didn't have a headache?

It's hard to do good things!

The local rich and well-off families are among them, not to mention the brocade clothes, there are really many brightly dressed people in the crowd who receive the porridge, looking at their expressions, they are still complacent, as if they are taking advantage of the court's advantage and honor.

Great compassion meets little cleverness, and it's time to test the IQ of Tianlang again.

The so-called pearl is like earth, gold and iron, that is exclusive to the luxury of the hairpin noble, the wealth accumulation of the general squire, is the diligence and thrift and management of several generations, saving silver, saving fields, and making careful calculations on food and clothing.

In his previous life, Tianlang had heard some old people talk about how rich their families were before liberation, standing in the room and lying on the ground, but when it came to food and clothing, the old man said that the wardrobe with mink coats occupied the surrounding area of a full room.

When it came to eating, the old man snorted and said that they ate a tortilla at that time, and they were all holding it with both hands.

Why, I'm afraid of falling scum, so it's a waste.

These folk tales all take place in the Northeast, and some people laugh at the rich people of the old society in the Northeast, saying that after eating a tortilla for lunch, they have to find a hillside to lie down with their heads down in the afternoon.

Why, I'm afraid that it will be digested too quickly.

These are not jokes in Tianlang's memory, but vivid history, which is the positive energy conveyed by Confucianism to the world in the Ming Dynasty, Song Dynasty, and even further.

But in front of Tianlang, the positive energy became negative, Deng Kai was right, he was counting on military rations to be used as strategic materials, not to give people a cheap meal.

As long as they want to eat the relief food of the imperial court, they can go to the designated place every day to receive it, and he said that he is hungry, isn't your porridge a charity for hungry people, he wants to eat it, why can't it?

said that he was dressed brightly, and people would ask if you could care what he was wearing?

There are Diao people everywhere, especially if they make up 100,000 Diao people at once, the magistrates don't dare to do it, and if they don't provoke a popular uprising, the most fearful thing for officials is to lose Wusha.

As a result, Diao Min became more and more proud, and the magistrates turned a blind eye more and more, and only the one who gave hundreds of stones of grain to the people every day was regarded as a fool by many people.

(End of chapter)