Of course, Yang Dudu is a liar.

How can he have so many canned food, Mrs. Yang has made a total of 300,000 catties in Xincheng so far, this is what he said before that he wanted a batch, and finally sent him 100,000 catties.

However, the construction of a canning factory in Jiangyin is indeed true.

Not only Jiangyin, but also Zhoushan, and even Wusong have to be built, including Nanjing, and several major lake areas in the upper reaches have to be built, which do not need to use iron cans, clay pots can be used, and those with iron cans belong to the level of strategic reserves, which are specially supplied to those inland places where transportation is inconvenient. Like these along the coast, along the river, along the lake, it is directly to build a cannery, and then use clay pots or even glass jars later, as long as it can ensure that no dead people will be eaten within a month.

Just like this time, a can made of clay pots is sufficient.

It is true that this thing cannot be stored for too long, but if it is sealed as much as possible, even if it is transported from Jiangyin to Jiaxing, it will not be inedible.

Are there any of these victims to choose from?

As long as you can eat it.

Of course, this one doesn't matter what kind of fish it is.

Anyway, the fish are stuffed into it, in fact, there are good things in this area, there are also protected animals in this area, and there are so many that they can run down the river into Taihu Lake, and it is not only a protected animal, but even the white sturgeon that can hardly be found in modern times is there. These things are currently crammed into the Yangtze River, and all that is needed is those murderous trawlers, and the Tanka people he had collected in Guangdong and the trawlers he had cultivated in the north were all ordered to rush to reinforcements.

They used those large trawls and oarboats to sweep the Yangtze River to their heart's content.

As for the cost, there is no need to consider.

Because Yang Xin was in the name of official procurement for disaster relief, the Ministry of War gave him 300,000 to recruit new troops, and he paid for the rest of the rest, anyway, he was not short of money, and in the end, how much did the Ministry of War spend to report part of the account, and the nine thousand years old would also report the rest to him, in short, the purchase of these canned food was official disaster relief.

"Xu Tongsheng, how do you feel about this situation?"

Yang Xin looked at the victims who were gathered around the cauldron and happily shared canned food.

These victims were obviously very frugal, they poured the canned food into the pot, and then added a little bit of rice and wheat, plus a lot of messy wild vegetables, lotus root, water chestnut, water chestnut, small trash fish, etc., all mixed into a pot of smorgasbord and then happily shared this rare delicacy.

It's all good stuff.

"Xu has no feelings, if you want to say that you have feelings, you can only swear to defend the land left by your ancestors, my Wucheng Xu family has lived here since the Song Dynasty, every acre of land is left by the ancestors, Xu doesn't want to see the ancestors without face after death."

Xu Xiake said very dryly.

"Don't you say that I forgot, you actually have food reserves."

Yang Xin said.

"The Xu family is gone, in order to resist some traitors plundering the Xu family's land, the Xu family has exhausted everything, and this catastrophe has occurred, at least the little food left before the autumn harvest can only be satisfied, if Yang Dudu wants to starve my Xu family to death, then just snatch it."

Xu Xiake said.

"You're naughty again."

Yang Xin said with a smile.

There should really not be much left in the Xu family.

After all, the Xu family is behind the front line, and in order to keep their land, it is difficult for the Xu family to have reservations.

However, in the hands of the gentry in Songjiang, Suzhou, Jiaxing, and Huzhou, it is impossible to do without, and it can be seen from the results of the previous fight against local tyrants that the gentry in this area usually have at least two years of reserves in their hands, to be precise, they are standing for one year, and there is another year of making up while selling. Last year's harvest was good, and they all had granaries built on high ground, so they would not be submerged, soaked and rotten, and the reason for the food shortage was largely due to their deliberate control of supply.

It's a great opportunity to make money.

This year, because they want to support the group training, these guys have all shed a handful of blood.

Like Chang Shengjun, 6,000 people have to exceed 500,000 taels a year, and if the training intensity is high, then the cost of silver will be more, and the price of sulfur in the country will rise sharply this year, and the purchase volume here will skyrocket.

These are all silver.

Now that this flood has been struck again, it can be said that the disaster is not alone.

It is no wonder that these guys in Jiangsu and Zhejiang who control a large amount of grain do not take the opportunity to make up for the shortfall, and a man like Master Dong who has a land of millions of mu is not allowed to collect more than one million stone in any year, and the tax collected by Tianqi in Songjiang Mansion is definitely not as much as the rent he collects in a year. If you want to ensure that the victims can eat, you have to force these guys to take out the grain, instead of letting them hoard and speculate the grain price to one tael or six, and if the grain price here is at a high level of one tael or six, the grain price in the north will dare to rise to six taels.

At this time, I am afraid that it has already begun to rise.

"Keep going!"

Yang Dudu waved his hand and said.

His patrol fleet continued along the Xicheng Canal.

There is still a sea along the way, except for a few slightly higher terrain, the main paddy fields, especially the reclamation area of Furong Wei, have completely turned into water, and only a few collapsed houses show the wealth of this once water town.

However, the situation on the two sides of the old canal is very different, and on the high ground of the militia area on the right are the tents or huts where you can see the smoke of cooking and the constant arrival of boats transporting grain. In addition, there are young and strong people who form a fleet to fish in the water, searching for what can be eaten, whether it is shallow water lotus root or water chestnut floating on the water surface, even reed roots, etc., in short, searching for everything that can be eaten, and even organizing to empty the stagnant water in some places, some women are planting seedlings.

"The rice seedlings were also brought from other places, and the Danyang area was lightly affected."

Li Zhong said.

Yang Xin nodded, this is the advantage of organization.

If you are not afraid of a disaster, you are afraid that no one can quickly organize a response.

On the other side of the spectrum is the typical unorganized.

"Let them come!"

Yang Xin looked at a group of victims who were fighting and said.

These victims are fighting for ten grain ships, which should have come from Suzhou, and those group exercises are to protect these grains, but it is still raining at this time, and their firearms cannot be used, so they can't stop those who are about to go crazy with hunger.

Li Zhong hurriedly fired a gun.

The victims of the battle and the regimental training all stopped.

"Quick, grab the food!"

One of the victims looked at the flotilla behind him and yelled like crazy.

Then they rushed to this side together.

Yang Xin was speechless and picked up the copper horn......

"Stop!"

He suddenly yelled.

The victims and the group training, which were already less than twenty meters away, were so frightened that they all stopped at once, and then looked at the face they had just recognized with trepidation.

"Give them half of the grain!"

Yang Xin shouted at the group practice.

"Yang Dudu, the small one is from Gu Hanlin's family in Kunshan, this is the military rations sent to Nanzha."

Said the owner of the boat who came from behind.

"So give them half of it."

Yang Xin said.

There will be no shortage of grain at the South Gate, not that the two hundred cans he gave, but a team of rice that was originally shipped to Tianjin will arrive in Jiangyin the day after tomorrow, and Xu Xiake can go there to buy it. The grain shortage in Guangzhou has been lifted, and the early rice will soon be harvested, and there is no need for this rice there, so all the rice has just been transferred for disaster relief, and in fact, grain ships from Huguang and Jiangxi are also constantly arriving.

"But the silver ......"

The owner of the ship stopped talking.

"Gu Hanlin, the Hanlin Academy is reviewing Gu Xichou, right? Let him go to my house and ask for it. ”

Yang Dudu's eyes widened and he shouted.

What else could the owner of the ship say, hurry up and distribute half of the food to the victims.

"You guys, if you dare to grab food and kill them, carry a hundred iron buckets back, it's minced meat."

Yang Dudu shouted at the leader of the plague people.

The latter excitedly kowtowed to him in the muddy water, and then hurried to carry the rice bag, and the leader came with several small boats, carrying cans from the boat behind, and a soldier was kind enough to teach them how to open it, and the leader couldn't wait to bite it directly, and then kowtowed to Yang Dudu again with tears in his eyes. The woman hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance immediately ran out, followed by a voice shouting the Great Master of the Blue Sky, but Yang Dudu was not interested in talking nonsense with them, he continued to move forward with the fleet.

When passing through Qingyang, two hundred cans were unloaded, and there was also a fortress here, but there was more than one, and there was another one across the river in the southwest, but that one belonged to the loyal army, and Yang Xin also divided a hundred to the loyal soldiers there.

The latter is not short of food.

They were the militia of Wuxi.

Yang Xin continued to move forward with the remaining 1,400 cans, all the way and all the way, and finally in a complicated gaze, the old land revisited and drove into Wuxi City, and then the same old land revisited, and appeared directly in front of the gate of Washington under Hua Yunyi's vigilant gaze......

"Brother Long Chao, I'm back again!"

He said with a big smile.

"Yang Dudu, in the lower door, I dare not insult the governor's feet."

Hua Yunyi said very simply.

"Brother Long Chao, you either invite me to come in and sit, or I invite you to go to the edict to sit."

Yang Xin also said very simply.

Hua Yunyi took a deep breath, and everything back then came to mind......

"Something to say."

He said.

"It's very simple, I heard that your mansion collected 480,000 stone in rent last year, and now the flood has ruined the wheat harvest, I hope that your mansion can sell 100,000 stone of rice at the price of eight dollars and one stone, and you can't mix sand, at least 2,000 stone a day, I will send Jinyi Wei to supervise until you sell these, if you refuse, then Yang will personally bring the victims to the door, I think you must not want to see this kind of scene."

Yang Xin said with extremely sincere eyes.

Hua Yunyi gritted her teeth......

Yang Xin continued to sell cuteness to him disgustingly.

"I'll sell!"

Hua Yunyi leaned on the house slave as if she was suddenly depressed and said.

"That's right, the consciousness of the people who have been in the edict once is different, and I will write a plaque to your mansion when I go back, a good person."

Yang Xin said.

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