The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

Guangzhou Yangcheng, even if it is winter, also washes the bustle and hustle and bustle of the city with the softness, gentleness and tranquility of water. It is in stark contrast to the depression and desolation of the Northland.

Zhang Yun and his guards walked into the inner city of Guangzhou, the city of cars and horses, and Luo Qiman Street, which was no less prosperous than the capital.

The guards asked the specific location of the governor's yamen, and the group rode forward slowly.

In the study room of the inner courtyard of the Guangzhou governor's yamen, a pot of red-hot charcoal fire was placed next to the bookcase, and Liang Mingli, the governor of Guangzhou, was sitting in the study and writing hard:

"Minister: According to the report from Chaoshan Prefecture, a super typhoon occurred the day before yesterday, covering an area of one prefecture and six counties, destroying 1,700 houses and affecting more than 10,000 people.

It has been reported to the Fujian Governor's Office as soon as possible to seek a solution.

Now the victims of the disaster are pouring towards the Guangzhou government, and the number of people in chaos is increasing, and the government is unable to provide relief, and the slightest lack of relief is about to provoke a civil uprising......"

After a long time, Liang Mingli put down the wolf hair in his hand, carefully checked the piece submitted to the imperial court, whether there were typos and sentences, and after half an hour of word by word, he breathed a sigh of relief and put down the chapter in his hand.

At this time, a beautiful shadow quietly walked in, stretched out two small fists and gently tapped Liang Mingli's back, the priorities were orderly, and he was obviously very proficient in this set of movements.

Liang Mingli squinted his eyes to show enjoyment, and after a while, he moved his shoulders with satisfaction, smiled and sighed:

"It's better to give birth to a daughter, you know how to hurt people, look at your two brothers, all of them are white-eyed wolves, where can they compare to our family Yi'er."

As soon as Liang Mingli's words fell, a voice as crisp as a jade bead falling on a silver plate came from behind him, "I can't hide it from you every time, and I don't know how to let my daughter."

It's just that my father shouldn't work too hard, after all, time is not forgiving! ”

The one who came in quietly was Liang Yi, the daughter of Liang Mingli, who was regarded as a treasure, and the woman who took out a jade bracelet to buy rice and noodles for the victims in the outer city of Guangzhou.

Liang Mingli smiled and said: "Yi'er, you have been using the two strokes you helped your father beat his back for so many years, if my father didn't know, wouldn't he be old and confused?"

But you are afraid that there is not much time for you to help your father beat his back, time is really fast, he is already seventeen years old this year, and he must hurry up to find a mother-in-law, otherwise you will complain about your father in the future. ”

"The daughter is not married, the daughter has to accompany her father for the rest of her life." As soon as he heard this, Liang Yi's pink face immediately turned crimson.

"The daughter's family always has to get married, and it is better to marry late than early, otherwise after a hundred years, how can my father have the face to see your dead mother?"

Speaking of this, Liang Mingli's eyes were slightly red.

He only has such a daughter, and he is very fond of this baby daughter on weekdays, and he is seventeen years old this year and has not yet decided on his in-laws.

It's just that this baby girl's vision is quite high, and most people can't look down on it, which has also become a heart problem for Liang Mingli in recent years.

Hearing her father mention her dead mother, Liang Yi sighed lightly and didn't speak, in order to hide the sadness in her heart, she picked up the piece of music placed in front of the table and read it.

Liang Mingli looked at his daughter's fascinate appearance, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "How is it, our family's little talented girl, there is no big problem with my father's recital, right?" ”

The chapter is the "work report", instructions and suggestions of senior officials to the imperial court, and the subordinates must report to the imperial court for instructions on the slightest important matter.

However, the Son of Heaven had to read a large number of folds every day, so the folds should not be too long, or as short as possible.

However, most of the things played are national and local political, military, and economic events, and many of them are closely related to the personal interests and even the lives of those who have been compromised.

It can be said that every word in the commute is very precious and cannot be wasted.

How to write a memora, and how to "report" to the superiors in a broad sense, is indeed a university question.

And Liang Yi has helped his father tidy up the study since he was a child, read the reports sent by his subordinates, and is very familiar with these procedures, so Liang Mingli asked this question.

Liang Yi, who has been favored since childhood, will not be polite to his father, and after carefully reading the chapter, he frowned slightly and said:

"Father's recital is generally fine, but my daughter thinks that it is useless for you to present it to the emperor now.

Now that the treasury is empty, Liaodong, Shaanxi, Henan and other places need to use troops, and you are now proposing to ask the imperial court to allocate disaster relief funds, not to mention the emperor, I am afraid that you will have to call back when you reach the household department. ”

Liang Mingli sighed, "How can these fathers not know?

However, now there are more and more victims in the city of Guangzhou, and today the messenger came to report that the number of victims gathered in the city has reached several thousand, and there is a trend of increasing day by day.

When the time comes, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the blame for the father, alas......"

Liang Mingli did not continue, but the meaning of his words was already very clear, once there was a riot in Guangzhou, the board of the imperial court would definitely be the first to hit the governor.

Liang Yi pondered for a while before saying: "Father, today my daughter is outside the city, and I saw the soldiers of the Fujian Governor's Palace, under the leadership of a general, who have already used military rations for disaster relief. ”

"Oh, it's not the God of Killing!" Hearing this, Liang Mingli tapped his fingers on the table, thoughtful.

In the past half month, the Governor's Office has dispatched several thousand military generals to kill people along the coastal areas of Zhangzhou, Chaozhou, and Huizhou under the pretext of exterminating the smuggling salt dealers.

There are many reports from the prefecture, the prefecture, and the county, and it seems that they are now in Guangzhou again.

It's just that the use of military rations for disaster relief was unheard of in the Ming Dynasty. Besides, how long can you support it with just the little rations that accompany the army?

So, after the military rations are eaten, it is not up to the local government to solve it. Only now, where is the surplus food?

Liang Yi's cherry mouth twitched slightly, and said with a smile: "Killing gods? Killing gods can use military rations to help the affected people, and the Ming Dynasty has not had such a thing for some years. ”

Liang Mingli glared at his baby girl angrily, "What do you know, they don't know how many people they killed in Guangzhou?"

This time it was Qin Haoming's cousin Zhang Yun who led the troops, and the two of them simply came out of the same mold, only knowing coercion, temptation and killing, what is it not a god of killing? ”

Liang Yi smiled slyly, shook Liang Mingli's arm and said, "They seem to be clearing out the smugglers, maybe they take the opportunity to install their own interests, it can't be any conflict with my father, right?"

The daughter observed from a distance that they were strict in military discipline and kind to the victims, and the father seemed to have misunderstood.

The daughter also saw the general named Zhang Yun give his money to an old man, if he killed the gods, he would not do this. ”

Liang Yi, as the child of a big family, is somewhat knowledgeable about these deceitful and some fighting methods in the officialdom, but he will not be as ignorant as the women of ordinary people's families.