In ancient times, a man was the sky, and if something happened to a man, something would happen to the whole family.

"Alas, how can we raise a thousand taels of silver in three days, I am in a catastrophe this time." Mo Dazhi looked frustrated.

Mo Dazhi said to his wife: "Madam, after eating for a while, you pack your luggage and leave the county seat to return to the countryside the day after tomorrow." ”

The literati have been high and poor since ancient times, and Mo Dazhi is in charge of those talented children, and there is not much oil and water to fish.

During the New Year's holidays, some shows will bring some new poems to Mo Dazhi as a gift, so that Mo Dazhi will not accept it, nor will he accept it.

Mo Dazhi only earns a few dozen taels a year, even if he is a little discouraged, he can barely maintain this family.

His hometown has four acres of farmland and three ancestral houses, and no matter how much he sells them, he can't sell them for three hundred taels of silver.

Let him take out a hundred or dozens of taels of silver, and maybe he can find it by rummaging through the cabinets. But for a thousand taels of silver, he had no choice.

"Master, can't you just think of a way?" Mrs. Mo asked crying.

Chen Huatao jumped off the wall in a hurry. Alas, a thousand taels of silver is too much, and I may be able to raise it in three years, but three days is better than my life. Mo Dazhi shook his head and sighed. Mo Dazhi knew about Chen Huatao's raising of 90,000 stone tax grain everywhere.

"Then I'll go to Xintong and find a way." Mrs. Mo said.

Mo Dazhi's face changed when he heard this: "I hurt Xintong once, do I want to hurt her a second time?" ”

"Hmph, Xintong's marriage to the second fool is a blessing for their Song family. We didn't want them to give a thousand taels of silver, so we asked them to borrow it, and it was always okay, right? Mrs. Mo felt extremely uncomfortable when she thought of her talented and good-looking daughter marrying Song Wenjian, the second fool.

Mo Dazhi shook his head and said: "The Song family is poorer than us, how can we get so much money?" ”

Mrs. Mo said: "I heard that now that Song Hua is in power, many people are optimistic about him, and it is estimated that he can think of some ways." ”

Mo Dazhi's eyes lit up, "Madam, we're embarrassed to tell Song Hua directly, you better ask Xintong first." ”

"I understand this, I'll go find Xintong now." Mrs. Mo didn't care about being full, so she went out to ask the sedan chair man to take her to Song's house.

Early the next morning, Song Wenjian, Dai Wang and others went to Bali Village.

When the villagers heard that Song Wenjian was going to arrange for everyone to plant rice, they waited early in the open space outside the village ancestral hall.

Generally, when the village sacrifices or major events are announced, the villagers will come to gather in front of the ancestral hall.

Song Wenjian said to Dai Wang: "Dai Wang, how many five-guarantee households are there in your village? ”

"Five-guarantee households?" Dai Wang was stunned. "Township Chief, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Song Wenjian remembered that this is ancient and not modern, how can Dai Wang know what the five guarantees are. "Dai Wang, I mean how many old widowers and old widows are there in your village who have no relatives?"

"This one...... Dai Wang touched his head and thought for a moment: "There seem to be more than a dozen." ”

"Tell them all to come, and I'll bring them food." Song Wenjian used the practice of the leaders of later generations to go to the countryside to comfort the five guarantee households.

There are more than a dozen five-guarantee households in Bali, so he will give each person a stone of grain.

Song Wenjian lent grain to farmers who had labor, and widowers and widows who did not have labor, Song Wenjian had to help them.

Anyway, those are ill-gotten gains, and it's good to help some people in need.

It didn't take long for Dai Wang and the others to bring over a dozen old widowers and widows, all of whom were over sixty years old, and there was not much labor at all.

Song Wenjian turned his head to the big cow next to him and said, "Big cow, you go to the carriage behind you to carry grain, one person and one stone." ”

"Township Chief, will you send one stone of grain each?" Dai Wang cried out in surprise.

The villagers behind heard Dai Wang's cry and also whispered.

Song Wenjian bowed his head and said, "Yes." As the mayor of Yangqing Township, I want to help you. Especially for some elderly people who have no relatives, I will give them a stone of grain per person today. ”

Da Niu didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and after listening to Song Wenjian's words, he immediately went to move grain.

The big cow had great strength, and walked towards the old man over there with a large bag of grain in each hand. "This is given to you by the township chief, you can see it. If you can't get it, ask someone else to help you move it back. ”

A widower about seventy years old walked over to Song Wenjian tremblingly: "My lord, how much interest do you have to pay on this grain in a year?" ”

"No interest." Song Wenjian said.

"Is that a year later, will I give you a stone of grain?" The old man asked again.

Song Wenjian was a little speechless, he obviously said that he would give it to them, would there be a fake? "I gave it to you, don't you give it back to me."

"This, how is this possible? You officials will be so good at sending us food? What are you drawing? The old man didn't believe it anymore.

Song Wenjian smiled helplessly: "Dai Wang, come over and tell them." I, Song Wenjian, have always been talkative, and you are only fifteen people, that is, fifteen stone grains, which is nothing. ”

Dai Wang nodded secretly, the township chief is really rich. "Don't worry, there are so many villagers here who are watching and testifying, and this grain is for you."

When the old man saw that Dai Wang had said this, he knelt down sharply and shouted, "Township Chief, you are really a good official." With your food, I, an old man, will have a few more months to live. ”

The fourteen widowers and widows in the back also knelt down and shouted thanks to Song Wenjian.

Dai Wang's eyes were red, the grain harvest in Yangqing Township this year was very bad, and every family was hungry, not to mention these old widowers and widows.

If the township chief does not give them food, it is estimated that they will not live long.

In the morning, Song Wenjian asked someone to transport thirty stones of food down, Dai Wang was puzzled, and now he understands.

The township chief is really a good official, and there is nothing wrong with me following him. Dai Wang said secretly in his heart.

Da Niu walked to Song Wenjian's side: "Township Chief, we still have fifteen stones of grain in the car." ”

"Dai Wang, investigate again, if there are any other families in your village that are too poor to open the pot, each household will give them two buckets of grain." Song Wenjian said. "It's not easy for them."

Looking at the villagers with tattered clothes and a vegetable-looking face, Song Wenjian felt uncomfortable.

He traveled to the Moon Dynasty and didn't have any dreams at first, just thinking about dealing with the people who hurt him.

Now that I am the mayor of Yangqing Township, I feel that the responsibility on my body is a bit heavy.

Alas, I can't control the rise or fall of the country, but I can make Yangqing Township prosperous. As long as they listen to me, they can grow two crops a year, and they can use their free time to grow other crops, and they will definitely be able to live a good life.

Two-thirds of the peasant households in Bali are so poor that they are hungry, and the remaining 15 stones can only take care of 75 families, and some people cannot receive two buckets of grain.

"Don't worry, I'll ask someone to ride back to the village now and bring food over." Song Wenjian shouted to the peasant households who could not receive food.

"Township Chief Song, you are a good official, you will definitely be able to live a long life." The villagers shouted and knelt down to Song Wenjian.

Song Wenjian watched so many villagers kneel down to him, and felt that his eyes were wet.

The peasants of ancient times were not happy!