Late autumn was bleak, and the cold wind was rising, but no leaves were falling.

Although the trees planted in the Zhou Mansion last year were watered by gardeners every day, they still couldn't withstand the drought for more than half a year. About a quarter of them died, and the remaining leaves were curled in the sun, and the branches fell bare in the early autumn.

Yin Changling stayed directly at Zhou's house, waiting for the next batch of grain to arrive. He is the president of the Sichuan Disaster Relief Association, and he has no food or money in his hands, and it is useless to go back. He has resigned from his disaster relief post three times, but Liu Xiang does not agree at all, and even hid from anyone under the pretext of a recurrence of stomach problems.

The blind Ah Bing pulled the strings, and the huqin choked, crying like a complaint, making this autumn even more sad.

"Alas, I was wrong," Zhou Hexuan sighed, "I should have come back from abroad to buy grain earlier." ”

Yin Changling comforted: "You're right, you've done your best, better than everyone else." Which one could have predicted that? This year's drought will be so severe. ”

Zhou Hexuan was silent.

Regarding the great drought in Sichuan from 1936 to 1937, Zhou Hexuan knew a little before the crossing, but he really did not study it in detail.

Normally, large-scale famines occur at the turn of winter and spring, and Zhou Hexuan believes that the problem can be solved by transporting grain in winter. He never expected that when it was still summer, many places in Sichuan would not be able to hold on, and after autumn, the whole province would be rotten and could not be cleaned up.

Now that winter has not yet arrived, the whole Sichuan is already starving and dead. Even the rich Chengdu Plain has begun to have famine, and if this continues to develop, it is estimated that even Chengdu will not be spared.

Mr. Zhou, who thought he was confident, was caught off guard by the cruel reality and regretted it too late.

Liu Xiang's descendants were exhausted, and in the past few months, they have been mobilized everywhere to quell the rebellion, and the victims who could not survive have gradually turned into large-scale refugees. Once a few "reckless heroes" appear, the homeless people will become outcasts, killing officials and releasing grain to eat big households, staging a "uprising" drama that has never been cut off for thousands of years.

The social order in Sichuan has tended to collapse, and countless victims have deliberately committed crimes, and then went to the police station to turn themselves in, hoping only to be able to eat a bowl of prison rice, and even "decapitated rice" willingly.

Who is to blame for the current situation?

You can't blame God, nor the central government and Lao Jiang, the real culprits are the Sichuan warlords, including the anti-Japanese hero Liu Xiang and Chairman Liu!

More than 20 years of warlord warfare have exhausted the people of Sichuan. Not to mention that there is surplus food in the people's homes, they can barely fill their stomachs and are content, and the water conservancy facilities have basically not been repaired, so they can only wait for death in the event of a natural disaster.

Just like the news mentioned earlier, Tan Jiufeng, a resident of Fuling County, has more than 40 acres of fertile land and is self-sufficient. As a result, two daughters and a son starved to death in a row, and the husband and wife hugged their heads and cried, and both committed suicide by hanging beams.

Not even the rich peasants could live, let alone the poor peasants?

"Sir, Officer Liang asks to see you." The servant suddenly came to report.

Zhou Hexuan moved his body, sat on the rattan chair and said disheartenedly, "Let him come in." ”

Officer Liang is Liang Xuzan, a cadre specially sent to Chongqing by the Sichuan Disaster Relief Association, and he also came to report the news when he encountered the anti-smuggling team stealing grain before. Liang Xuzan walked quickly to the courtyard and said happily: "Mr. Zhou, President Yin, there is good news!" ”

"What's the good news, has the disaster relief food arrived?" Yin Changling stood up suddenly.

Liang Xuzan was so busy that his mouth was dry, and he couldn't see outside, so he drank Zhou Hexuan's fragrant tea in one gulp, and said with a smile: "The first batch of relief grain raised by the Red Cross has been transported to Fengdu, and it will arrive in Chongqing tomorrow morning at the latest, with 8,000 quintals (400 tons)." In addition, the Red Cross also brought some used clothes to help the victims of the Sichuan disaster survive the winter. “

"That's good, that's good," Yin Changling rubbed his hands with joy, stared at Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, these grains ......"

"You can take it all, I am watching it here in Chongqing." Zhou Hexuan said.

Yin Changling bowed, bent down to the end, and said solemnly: "On behalf of the Sichuan victims, I thank Mr. Zhou!" ”

Yin Changling's old bones have been falling apart for a few months. He had no prestige to prohibit corruption, so he could only kowtow to the specific relief personnel, begging them not to lose their conscience when distributing relief food.

Zhou Hexuan got up and looked at the Yangtze River water down the slope, silent, with a sad expression.

The president of the Red Cross Society of China is none other than Wang Zhengting, who watched the Olympics with Zhou Hexuan. More than two months ago, Zhou Hexuan sent a telegram asking Wang Zhengting for help, and called for donations nationwide, and now he has finally seen some practical results.

The 400 tons of grain shipped by the Red Cross are estimated to be mixed with sweet potatoes, sorghum, corn, pumpkin and other miscellaneous grains. But as long as it can be eaten, it will be of great help to the victims of the disaster in Sichuan, and in some hard-hit counties, even the trees in the park have been stripped and eaten.

Zhou Hexuan turned around and asked Yin Changling: "The provincial government has not had follow-up funding?" ”

Yin Changling shook his head helplessly: "The Civil Affairs Department raised 100,000 oceans, and borrowed 1.6 million from the bank, and no matter how much it is, it can't be taken out." As for Liu Xiang, he is now deploying troops everywhere to quell the chaos, and the military expenditure consumed every day is not a small amount. ”

Zhou Hexuan really can't think about it, and he plans to spend more money to buy grain from the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. But the situation he faced made him extremely angry, and those grain merchants from other provinces raised prices one after another, not to mention that they refused to sell any grain, and held it in their hands and only waited for it to rise again after winter.

The price of rice in Chongqing has risen to three yuan and five hundred, and those rice shops have also started to sell in limited quantities every day. As for the hardest-hit areas in Sichuan, the price of rice has even skyrocketed to four or five yuan a load, and money may not be able to buy it.

The consequences of disasters are often all-encompassing, with not only the price of rice rising, but also other essential daily necessities. Among them, the price of salt rose the most ruthlessly, and Liu Xiang raised the salt tax with a single order in order to raise money to provide military rations. The salt merchants took the opportunity to raise prices sharply, on the one hand, to express their dissatisfaction with Liu Xiang, and on the other hand, to seek huge profits for themselves.

At present, the common people in Sichuan can no longer afford to eat salt, and even the price of inferior and harmful smuggled nitrate salt is prohibitive for ordinary residents.

Act of God? Man-made disaster!

Man-made disasters are everywhere......

Jinyun foothills.

Liu Shenxian, who was wanted by Liu Xiang in the whole province, finally reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

Liu Congyun wore a Taoist robe, sat high on the Dharma chariot, and was opened down the mountain by sixteen Dharma protector disciples.

"Dang!"

"White Crane Immortal, go down to the earth to save the suffering. As soon as the gods arrived, the drought was eliminated. Dragon King of the Four Seas, don't be perverse. Come and drive ahead, call for wind and rain! ”

When he was wanted before, although Liu Congyun himself did not dare to show his face, his disciples have been active. Especially in this village at the foot of the mountain, the villagers have long been brainwashed by the mission, at this time the old and the young come to kneel and greet the driver, chanting a neat slogan: "Fairy master, save the suffering!" ”

Liu Congyun smiled and nodded at his confidant disciple: "Give food!" ”

The villagers knelt on the ground holding up the bowls and jars, and several disciples carried rice bags and poured two handfuls into each person's jars.

The villagers who got the food worshiped and respected them even more, and shouted one after another: "Immortal Liu helps, Immortal Liu lives a long life!" ”

The eldest disciple shouted: "If you want to eat a full stomach, you have to listen to Immortal Liu's words." Each family chooses a Ding Zhuang, worships under the immortal door as an apprentice, and tomorrow we will go to Chongqing City, big fish and big meat are open to eat! ”

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