"Ah, Zhao Xianggong and Mr. Zhizhai are also there." Zhao Bingchen smiled, thanks to the great help of Chen Fuliang, Ye Shi and others, there was no riot in Xishan, so in the face of these people who opposed the party, Zhao Shi did not have much hostility.

In the Great Song Dynasty, this was degraded and deposed, which was commonplace. At that time, Su Dongpo was degraded again and again because of the Wutai poetry case, and he went to Qiongzhou, and once this poem came out, it was still spread all over the world. The official position does not affect private communication.

Chen Fuliang looked down on the somewhat mediocre Zhao Shi, "Okay, regular, let's go and see the food of those homeless people, lest some people be shoddy and treat people as bad people." ”

When Zhao Shi heard this, he smiled and asked, "Da Lang, why did you offend him?" Why is there still a thorn in this statement? ”

"Fu Zun doesn't know that Old Chen is a hedgehog. It's normal to stab someone. ”

"Go, Speaker, don't talk nonsense. I'm a little tired, go rest for a while, Zhao Zhizhou, farewell! ”

"Zhao Xianggong is going well."

Zhao Bingchen put away the smile on his face and asked: "Da Lang has made meritorious contributions to disaster relief this time, and he will definitely play the imperial court one day to show his merits." I don't know what you are calling this house over? "Zhao Shi is enough to give face, if it is someone else, you don't come to the door yourself, and let Lao Tzu run in person, what a face! At present, he is still counting on Li Boyan to help him tide over this difficulty, and he will rein in his leadership posture.

"I invited the Fuzun to come here to discuss the matter of the disaster in the city."

"Good!" Zhao Bingchen's eyes lit up, "This mansion has long known that Da Lang is kind-hearted, you want this mansion to help distribute disaster food, right?" This is easy to say, and the Yongzhou battalion is dispatched casually. ”

Li Boyan smiled and said, "Zhao Zhizhou, there are so many people in Yongzhou, relying on me alone, do you think you can support it?" ”

Zhao Bingchen sighed with an embarrassed expression: "Yes, it seems that this government is thinking too much." ”

"But ......"

"But what? Don't go around the bush with this house! ”

Li Boyan continued: "The price of grain in the city has skyrocketed, and it is still possible to maintain food prices. ”

Zhao Bingchen was overjoyed and said, "Are you saying that the Li family began to sell grain at a low price?" ”

"It's not the Li family, it's me who will give you the disaster grain and let the government sell it at a reasonable price."

Zhao Bingchen was stunned for a moment, a little confused, did he hear it wrong? The government sells grain? Isn't this a good thing to be delivered to him for nothing?

"Big ...... Dalang, did I hear me wrong? ”

"You heard it right, it's to let the government sell it at a reasonable price. However, in order to prevent vicious hoarding, it is necessary to buy and sell grain on a household-by-household basis, so as to avoid the emergence of certain unscrupulous profiteers who buy grain at low prices and sell grain at high prices. ”

Li Boyan has already contributed money and effort, of course, let those officials and officials who have enough to eat and nothing to do to do it, what kind of heart does he have.

"What about the money from the sale of grain?"

Li Boyan said: "Naturally, I will hand it over to me again to buy grain." ”

"Good! Good! This will last for three months, and when the new grain is harvested, everything will be easy. ”

Li Boyan smiled and said, "But it's ......."

"But what?"

"This governor also understands that this grain and grass trafficking also has road consumption, this ...... After the autumn harvest, we have to replenish the supplies. ”

Zhao Shi thought it was difficult, so he said, "What a question!" ”

"And ......"

Zhao Shi frowned and said: "The price of grain in the city is high, and there is no time to delay, can Da Lang finish his words at one time?" ”

"There is another mutually beneficial thing in the future, I don't know if Zhao Zhizhou wants to hear it or not."

"Speak quickly!"

Li Boyan cleared his throat and said: "The official grain has always been levied, and they are all official ships contracted by the imperial court, and this road costs thirty percent, you see, this autumn harvest, Zhizhou will be contracted to me, as long as two into five, the remaining half of the income, naturally it is local income, let Zhao Zhizhou deploy it, how about it?" ”

"Roar, roar!" Zhao Shi was happy like a big fat man of two hundred catties, this Nima, the financial income sent to the door, he was sorry for himself if he didn't do it, so that the tone of his speech changed.

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At the same time, Shaozhou, Tanzhou and other places are staging this big scene. The relief ship of the imperial court has not yet arrived, and the disaster grain of the Li family in Yongzhou has arrived. Let the people everywhere who were originally in despair see the hope of survival. Different from Yongzhou, these hard-hit areas are not as lucky as Yongzhou, there are measures to work for relief, Yongzhou's disaster grain, that is also cost, can only be said to be able to stabilize food prices, so that more people do not starve to death, to ensure the autumn harvest.

Li Boyan can't sacrifice his life for righteousness, he can only do his best like this. Of course, the project of the official grain democracy movement won four states on Jinghu South Road.

Yuelu Academy also suffered a baptism of the Xiangjiang River. In the academy, there is no starvation to death, and those who can afford to study here are not well-off.

However, these days, Dongfeng Logistics' fast and efficient disaster relief has made the teachers and students of Yuelu Academy feel like dumb people eating Coptis chinensis, and they can't tell what they are suffering.

It was simply an invisible slap in the face.

What is the purpose of studying, isn't it to embark on a career in office, to have the world in mind, to display ambitions, and to support the community?

So what can they do in the face of such a natural disaster? What is the court going to do?

All of this, a businessman from Yongzhou, did it first.

Then, whether the previous arguments or unwillingness, it seems that they have been silently proven.

Maybe not too many people die of hunger in January and February, but it will definitely affect summer planting and autumn harvest. This creates a vicious circle. Moreover, even if one person starves to death, it is a sin, it is incompetence!

Today, none of the students in the north and south of the country went to the lecture hall to listen to the lectures. In the same way, there are no college teachings.

Why?

No face!

Whether it is Chen Chun or Huang Gan, the disciples of Zhumen who were appointed by the obscure Weng and are full of confidence in Taoism, they have no face, and then go to tell this group of young students that we must cultivate ourselves and cultivate our nature, and we must follow the principles and morality of heaven.

Can God and Morality Save the Victims?

A frenzy of ideas was set off in the academy. They were protégés, and some were not disciples. So, if you say that you are following the wrong footsteps, should you stay in this academy?

Zhao Kui, the youngest of Nansai, looked at the book "The Economic Theory of the Great Song Dynasty" in his hand with a dull gaze.

He is a native of Hengshan.

Hengshan, not far from Yongzhou.

He took the burden and finally made up his mind.

The moment he walked out of Nansai, Li Guichen happened to be holding a book and standing in the courtyard.

"Ah Kui, you ......"

"Mountain Chief, I'm going to follow the light in my heart! Leave! ”

Li Guichen's face was like ashes, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

Then, the sound of Nansai's footsteps was even more numerous.

"Brother Kui, wait for your brother!" Zhao Fan, who was three years older, passed by Li Guichen without leaving a leaf.

"Sir, farewell!"

"Farewell!"

Nanxuan, except for some personal disciples of Shen Youkai, Liu Zai and others, ordinary protégés, rushed away one after another.

At this moment, Li Guichen was so miserable that he had nothing to say......

Sage? Light?

What do they follow and yearn for in this life?