Chapter 43: The Sorrowful Koji

Half a day later, near dusk.

Xu Peng twisted his sour wrist and handed the recorded booklet to Du Shen.

"Master, all the displaced people have been registered."

"Well done!"

Du Shen took the booklet, gave a word of approval, and solemnly put the booklet away.

This thing has to be kept in a safe place, and there can be no mistakes.

The registered displaced people are not all from one place, but many areas of the displaced people gathered together, not even the village, and even the young children were separated from their parents and gathered in the ranks.

A booklet is very light, but behind it is a sad fact.

Natural and man-made disasters, human tragedies that have wandered thousands of miles, and corpses are everywhere, do not only appear in words.

Every time Du Shen thought of this, he felt very heavy, and it took him a long time before he eased up, and then walked in front of the homeless people, stretched out his hands and motioned for them to look over.

The so-called food, clothing, housing and transportation, the first two have been solved, and the rest is food and shelter.

He pondered for a moment and said, "You have also seen that this academy is mine, but it has not been built and cannot be inhabited, so I may have to temporarily wronged you." ”

The homeless people have no guilt, for them, Mr. Du Shen can give food, it is already a great kindness, and the problem of resettlement is solved, this is a great kindness, how can they feel wronged.

Immediately, Liu Quan said on behalf of the homeless people: "Mr. treats me like this, how can I feel wronged, I haven't suffered anything, I am not a delicate and expensive lord, and I have new clothes, I can sleep in clothes." ”

Du Shen denied: "Having said that, but now that the weather is getting colder, and the temperature difference between day and night in the north is large, if you are infected with wind chill again, it will be troublesome." ”

As he spoke, Du Shen beckoned to Zhang Hao, and then asked, "The bamboo poles and thatch that built the greenhouse a few days ago should not have been used up!" ”

Zhang Hao thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Back to Shizun's words, I haven't used it up, listen to Shizun's meaning, is it to build some simple sheds for people to live in first?" ”

After following his master for so long, he could already grasp Du Shen's thoughts, so he reacted very quickly.

Du Shen's eyes showed a look of satisfaction: "Yes, that's right." ”

The big apprentice is becoming more and more admirable, and he is like two people who were stupid and simple before.

Liu Quan heard the conversation between the master and apprentice, and said gratefully: "Since this is the case, then I will start to build the shed and not let Mr. worry too much." ”

Du Shen was also tired for a long time, so he agreed: "You can do it yourself, but you have to remember that the shed is only a temporary place to commit, you don't need to pay attention to it, you can shelter from the wind and rain." ”

Liu Quan remembered it in his heart and replied: "Please rest assured, Mr. already knows what Mr. means." ”

Du Shen did not continue to answer, and directly asked Zhao Xiu to take the homeless people to move thatch and other things, and teach them to build a simple shed on the flat land near the academy for rest.

……

Late at night.

In the side hall of the palace, the lights are flickering.

Emperor Hongzhi did not rest, he wore civilian clothes, and the four cabinet ministers Xu Pu, Liu Jian, Ma Dongyang, and Xie Qian, were discussing the matter of the exiles.

Judging from the reports sent by the south and other places, the flood disaster has affected a very large area, and nearly 100,000 displaced people have been found in various parts of the north alone, and there may be even more that cannot be found.

Whenever he thought that the people of the Ming Dynasty had fled thousands of miles and starved to death because of the flood, Emperor Hongzhi was very heartbroken, both self-blamed and unwilling.

For the family, he married a woman in his life, which made the harem harmonious and there was no dispute.

For the government, he added another dynasty to the early dynasty, which was set up in the evening.

For Daming, he asked himself if he loved the people like a son, worried about fatigue, and his health was getting worse and worse year by year.

can be so diligent and love the people, but in exchange for continuous natural and man-made disasters.

Emperor Hongzhi originally thought that the northern Tatars were restrained by Du Shen's strategy, and he would not have the energy to pay attention to the Ming Dynasty in a short period of time, so he could recuperate and develop for a period of time.

Even, he was still thinking that one day he would be able to raise elite soldiers, attack the Tatars, and completely wipe them out the revenge of the Tumubao incident.

But before he could make every effort, there was so much trouble in the Ming Dynasty.

"Alas......"

Emperor Hongzhi sighed and couldn't help but ask Xu Pu: "I have heard that if there is a faint monarch in charge, a catastrophe will fall from the sky, and now there are floods in the south, could it be that I am really a faint monarch?" ”

"Your Majesty loves the people like a son, how can he be a faint king." As Xu Pu spoke, he coughed incessantly, and he occasionally felt cold in the past two days, and he felt that he was getting older and older.

"Your Majesty is too worried, in the hearts of the people of the Ming Dynasty, Your Majesty is definitely a Ming Jun." Liu Jian's words are sincere, for Emperor Hongzhi, the Manchu Dynasty has no fault in civil and military, but this is a good emperor.

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said tiredly: "Don't mention this, how is the resettlement of displaced people in Zhili and other places?" ”

Ma Dongyang arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the disaster relief money has been allocated, and the ministers have ordered the local ministers to mobilize food, presumably the displaced people have already drunk the porridge." ”

Xie Qian was a little worried, he sighed: "Having said that, but with so many mouths, the food consumed on this day is not a small amount, and we have to quickly find a way to resettle the displaced people." ”

As soon as these words came out, the monarchs and ministers were stunned and sighed in unison.

Resettle displaced people is easy to say, but hard to do.

The population and land of each place are relative, and there are many displaced people, and rash resettlement will cause big trouble.

For example, there are 100,000 people in Zhili, and each person can barely live on ten acres of land.

But if 10,000 new people are added to this base, it will be different, first of all, they are immigrants, unless they have a skill, they will not find a livelihood in the local area, that is to say, the most suitable for them is farming.

But if they are allowed to farm, they will have to allocate the existing land, but then the local people will find themselves in an awkward situation.

There is not enough land!

Moreover, in the feudal period, land was not state-owned, but in the hands of peasants and gentry, and it was basically impossible for them to divide it plainly.

It is even more fantastical to open up new land.

The Ming Dynasty has developed for so many years, and there are dozens of dynasties in the future, and the land suitable for cultivation on this land has long been cultivated for thousands of years.

Although there is a lot of land in the inaccessible areas, the financial and material resources consumed to resettle the displaced people are very huge, and they cannot afford to toss them at all.

Thinking of this, Emperor Hongzhi muttered to himself: "Could it be that there is really no way to properly resettle the displaced people?" ”

Xu Pu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there won't be for a while." ”

Liu Jian also shook his head and said, "Maybe we can only send them back to their hometown." ”

Emperor Hongzhi closed his eyes and spent a lot of money on returning to his hometown, which can only be said to be a next resort, and cannot be used until it is absolutely necessary.

He was grieved.

If it was a few years ago, the treasury of the Ming Dynasty was quite abundant, and the north did not suffer a major drought, so it could properly resettle the displaced people, but now it has insufficient spare energy.

This is my fault......

He blamed himself in his heart.