The days went by day by day. Zhao Bingchen was so worried that his eyebrows were about to fall, the grain ship outside Liuzi Street had been more than ten days, and he had run towards Li's house no less than ten times, so he wanted to ask Li Boyan when he would open the warehouse to release grain.

For such a brazen person, Li Boyan wants to give him such a slap, do you think Lao Tzu is charitable, and he still wants to eat and drink for nothing? You're beautiful!

The big farmers who had obtained rice seeds broke their contracts one after another, and drove out the tenants who had originally signed the contract from Zhuangzi. Now that there are more and more displaced people in the city, it is easier to recruit new tenants. These large families with solid backgrounds naturally have the strength to resist disasters.

Those tenants who had signed for five years and ten years were empty, and there was nothing left. This is also helpless, for those big households, these tenants are the disadvantaged group, and even the so-called contract is unilateral. Signing and drawing a pledge are all deeds of sale left in the master's house, and now if you want to dismiss, it's just a matter of one sentence.

Outside the yamen of the state capital, more and more people came to complain, and Zhao Bingchen's head was about to explode. There are more and more displaced people in the city, and if there was no cause planted by Fan Bochong, there would be no bitter fruits today. He has scolded Fan Bochong and Li Boyan no less than 100 times today.

It's a hot potato!

"Bingchen, has the official letter from the imperial court arrived? This is seeing that there are more and more homeless people in the city! Yun Weng asked a little worriedly.

Zhao Bingchen waved his hand, listened to the crying outside the mansion, and said distraughtly: "Among the states in Hunan, the least affected area is our southern region. I heard that in Tanzhou, Shaozhou and Quanzhou, the houses washed by the flood have collapsed, and they are in a mess. The official document issued by the imperial court did not mention when the grain and grass for disaster relief would arrive, but only said that all efforts should be made to relieve the disaster and the autumn harvest should not be delayed. ”

Yun Weng frowned and said: "Then it takes people to have the strength to plant the land, this person is going to starve to death, and the court doesn't allocate food, how can it be good?" What about Han Sang-gong? You didn't give Han Xianggong a book? ”

"Up. Now that the summer tax has not been collected, the raising of military rations in various parts of the front line is a major matter, and Han Xiangye cannot allocate grain for personal gain, just give us Yongzhou. Zhao Bingchen sighed, raised his forehead and said: "Wait for the imperial court to allocate grain, first to Tanzhou, Shaozhou, and then to our Yongzhou, I don't know when, this year will starve to death a lot of people." ”

Yun Weng frowned and said: "At present, the price of grain in Yongzhou is soaring, one price a day, which is almost three times that of normal days, and if it continues like this, not to mention these displaced people, even the people in the city can't stand it." ”

Zhao Bingchen slapped the table angrily and said angrily: "The most hateful thing is those businessmen, who make huge profits one by one, and they don't know the suffering of the people. The Li family's grain ships have arrived, and they have been parked on Liuzi Street for a few days, this Li Boyan actually doesn't sell his grains, is he happy to starve to death for the people of a city? What a bastard! Yun Weng, I can't wait to lead the people of the Yongzhou battalion to rob his Li family's grain ship directly! ”

"No, Bingchen. Never. ”

"So what do you say?"

Yun Weng sighed and said, "Now I will beg Zhao Xianggong again, let him talk to the Li family, and see if he can think of a way to open a warehouse for disaster relief." As for Bingchen, let the people of the Yongzhou camp drive those homeless people out of the city and find a way out for yourself. ”

"That's all it can be. Starving to death in the city, and then the plague breaks out, it is really a disaster. ”

The torrential rain and floods are much lighter than the drought in successive years, at least the autumn planting in Yongzhou has already begun, as long as it survives these three months, Yongzhou can recover.

"Fuzun! Honorable! ”

Zhao Bingchen was still in a daze, and the official outside the door suddenly ran in with a loud shout.

"What's the matter? Are the tenants making trouble again? ”

The official shook his head and said, "No, it seems that they are all rushing to Liuzi Street." ”

Zhao Bingchen stood up.

"It's not good, Bingchen, send troops over quickly, I'm afraid it's going to make trouble. Hurry up, notify Cao Tongju and Liu Tong, and hurry up to stop this gang of homeless people! ”

Once there is trouble, this limelight will be in the limelight, and I am afraid that the whole city will not starve to death, and blood will be splashed.

"Yun Weng, you can also follow me to Liuzi Street to have a look, this really can't be suppressed, Yongzhou is in danger."

The two hurriedly got into a sedan chair and rushed to Liuzi Street.

When Zhao Shi arrived at Liuzi Street, he found that the Yongzhou camp had already felt that after all, it was still faster. It was found that these homeless people did not riot, but lined up in front of the Li family's shop.

The Li family was kind and began to give food?

"Let's go, let's go, Fuzun is here!"

Zhao Shi approached the shop under the opening of the way, saw the homeless people registering one by one, received the wooden trumpet plates, and then turned his head happily and left, so he asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Yufuzun, the owner has ordered, the displaced people in the city can work on the Zhuangzi, and the Li family is responsible for food, clothing, food and lodging. Oh, by the way, my owner was too busy to take a break, and when I learned that Fuzun would come, I specially asked Fuzun to move and go to the village to get together. ”

Zhao Bingchen's brows relaxed, although he didn't know what Li Boyan was doing, but he could help feed this group of homeless people, which would solve his urgent need, so he ordered: "Liu Rule!" ”

"The last general!"

"Send fifty soldiers to maintain law and order here, and those who disturb the disaster relief will be escorted to the prison!"

"The last general obeys!"

Of course, Zhao Bingchen is not an idiot, this is an excellent moment for political achievements, how can he not participate. Then he got into a sedan chair and hurried to Li Fuxing's Zhuangzi.

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The reconstruction of the village has begun. The Zhuangzi on the edge of the lake has not expanded much except for tinkering. The collateral of the Li family in the early years had already been completely cut off in Li Xunde's generation, and now the Li family is less than ten people, and one Zhuangzi is naturally enough.

The main play is all pressed on the workshop in the back.

The brewing of monosodium glutamate requires grain, and it is the shortage of food at the moment, so the craftsmen who did not work and the 100 tenants who originally came to Li's Zhuangzi participated in the expansion project.

Logging, brick burning, since the listing of Dongfeng Logistics, the sales of Li family monosodium glutamate have directly doubled, the original set of workshops, has long been too narrow, just take advantage of this opportunity, demolished and rebuilt.

The ground where the glass is burned in the kiln is also in full swing.

The new homeless people, some of whom went into the mountains to cut wood, and some who helped to crush and grind the glass raw materials, were not idle. On such a day, the Li family can let them eat, drink and live, and they are already living Buddhas, where would they not be grateful.

Cash-for-work, that's right, a trick learned from Fan Zhongyan, an old bird in disaster management, is now also played by Li Boyan. Take care of food and housing, don't get paid, where does this come from on weekdays?

Zhao Ruyu looked at the thousands of displaced people in Yongzhou, and under the drive of Li Boyan, they stabilized, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Boyan, you really did a good thing this time. ”

"What the teacher said, isn't what I did before a good thing?"

Chen Fuliang stood aside and snorted coldly: "How can it be a good thing to squeeze the people? ”

"Eh, why does Old Chen sound so sour?"

"Humph!"

Zhao Ru glanced at Li Boyan, shook his head and smiled bitterly. This old and young, two living treasures, when will they be able to get along.

"Yixun, Yixun!"

Far away, Zhao Bingchen trotted all the way over......