Even though the Ming Empire has been using the strict household registration system and the road introduction system to restrict the irregular migration of displaced people since the founding of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang from the day of its founding, in order to achieve the goal of stabilizing social order, these methods have not fundamentally solved the problem.

After all, there is no way to completely solve the problems of low productivity of agricultural civilization, the fragility of the small peasant economy, and the class oppression and exploitation of feudal society.

In addition, the Ming Dynasty met the Xiaoice River period without dying, and the Jingshi in Yangchun March, the low temperature can still freeze people into dogs, so where can the grain yield be high? Flipping through a book of "History of the Ming Dynasty", basically every year there are such words as "send a certain official to relieve a certain place of famine" and "exempt a certain place from taxes for summer/autumn disasters", and then bureaucrats at all levels from the six cabinet departments to the county level are in charge of the disaster relief funds......

So, rushing to the green and yellow time of March and April, on the way from Shuntianfu to Yingtianfu, Yang Shangjing saw at least 20 waves of homeless people, all hungry and sallow, although there was no hunger, but looking at their eyes that had begun to glow green, they also knew that as long as they met a lonely fat sheep, they didn't mind killing people and stealing goods.

"That's what it is...... Spirit?! ”

Although he had made certain psychological preparations for farming civilization, looking at this scene, Yang Shangjing was still shocked, and even his tone changed from an affirmative sentence to a question sentence, and his tone was so surprised that there was even a little anger in it, so frightened that Ming Qi, who was waiting next to him, was a spirit.

Uncle Zhong, who was driving the car, nodded, his voice was a little blank, but more indifferent: "Of course, this is 'Shengshi'." ”

"Those big people in the temple are all gods who don't eat the fireworks of the world, and they don't know anything about this kind of scene?" When Yang Shangjing said this, his voice was raised a lot, he didn't blame the emperor, because he knew that the current imperial power had been successfully "put into a cage" by the civil and military generals, plus the emperor had no experience in local office, and he had been clothed and fed since he was a child, and he could understand the suffering of the people.

Yang Zhong shook his head and nodded again: "I know, what can I do?" There is only so much money and food, the treasury must be sufficient, the army must be supplied, and the salaries of civil and military officials must be distributed. Our Yang family is better, the rule set by the grandfather is to be kind to the neighbors, do more good deeds, every disaster year, set up a shed and give porridge and other things have to be done, the harvest at home is better, and some debts of the neighbors can also be exempted, but in other places, without a squire like us, how can there be immortals who rely on the scumbags released by the government to open a warehouse? ”

Yes, the matter of disaster relief, the imperial court is doing it every year, but if the Qin cha sent down is not in the same stream as the local officials, the places that can be monitored are also limited, and the latter can also let some disaster victims get benefits, but the former is just shouting slogans to make money, as for the uprising of the disaster victims, it is often the head of the county, not the emperor who is far away.

The policies are all good, but the people below crooked their mouths and read the wrong scriptures, the drama of anti-corrupt officials and not anti-emperor, after more than 500 years, is as hot as it is, and human society is ...... He doesn't evolve.

After a pause, Uncle Zhong smiled, a little desolate, he pointed at Ming Qi who was sitting next to Yang Shangjing with his horsewhip, and said, "Young Master, you can ask how she got into our Yang Mansion." ”

Yang Shangjing was silent, in fact, after reading the deed of sale sent by Cai's family, he somewhat understood, it's just that a soul in the twenty-first century is always unwilling to face these things, and the three views formed over the past 20 years are not something that can be destroyed in an instant by fusing a memory after crossing over.

After listening to Ming Qi's words, Uncle Zhong continued: "That year, the mansion took in a total of eighteen servants, and the next year, ten of them were released, but the Yang Mansion was only one after all. ”

Casually pointed to the flag in the hands of the Chengguo Mansion in front of him, the huge "Zhu" character was waving in the wind, and more than 20 families each crossed the bow and held a knife, and then said: "On this way, if it weren't for the prestige of Chengguo Gong's reputation, plus these 20 or so people were murderous, although they were not wearing armor, they could be regarded as brilliant, I am afraid that this passing homeless person can eat the young master alive." ”

Seeing that Yang Shangjing was silent, Uncle Zhong sighed, and then said: "Originally, the old servant thought that there was no need to let the young master come into contact with these, with the prestige of the old lady and the young master's ability, no one would say anything more when he sat in the cabinet in the Hanlin Academy, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, since the young master was degraded out of Beijing and wanted to do something, the old servant should talk more about these things." ”

A master and a servant were talking, they saw smoke and dust in the distance, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, Uncle Zhong suddenly stretched out his hand, and took out a long knife from under the seat, and the more than 20 battle-hardened Chengguo Mansion family members are all bows in their hands, bending bows and arrows, there are many thieves who cut the path in these years, there are always a few people who are not long-eyed, or they are dizzy, and they want to pick an official eunuch to start.

"Stop quickly, this is the convoy of Chengguo's family!"

The man at the head roared loudly, the longbow in his hand was bent like a full moon, and he aimed straight ahead, if one of the other party answered incorrectly, more than twenty family members could reimburse at least ten or eight enemies if this round of arrow rain down.

Ming system, the noble family is not allowed to privately cast armor, but there is no problem with the use of weapons of the Ming system, after all, these family members and family owners went to the battlefield, and they are all bears, and in this era, the weapons produced by the official will be used as a supervisor are synonymous with good quality.

The smoke and dust in front gradually dissipated, and more than forty people appeared on the other side of the road, and a man slapped his horse out of the battle and shouted to this side: "Captain and slow down, we are the Yang family of Jian'an, I received a letter from Beijing the day before yesterday, and I went north to pick up the young master to go south." ”

After a pause, he slapped his horse forward, reached out and took out a waist card and threw it over: "Uncle Zhong once said that the young master went south with the Chengguo Gongding, but I don't know if he can be in the car now?" ”

Hearing this, Uncle Zhong looked at the person who came and put away the knife: "Okay, okay, it's all my own people, Yang Er, come and see the young master." ”

Looking at the formation of more than forty people, one person and two horses, Yang Shangjing entered a state of confusion in an instant, these people ...... Is it really your own family? Yang...... Is he really that rich?

Although he didn't read much, he also knew that no matter what the years, raising horses, especially war horses, was a money-burning job.