Chapter 149: Oil and Salt Don't Enter (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

There is never any doubt about the industriousness of the people, even if there is only food for survival, they will not stop working. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoSince the beginning of winter, people have been organized in various places, and there is not enough time to build houses, so they can only build some simple shacks to avoid the cold wind.

After more than half a year, the new city has become quite large, but it cannot accommodate so many victims.

Wang Ningan had to order that only the old, weak, women and children could be given priority to enter the new city, and everyone else had to endure in the shack for the time being. Looking at the current situation, the new city that can accommodate 200,000 people is no longer enough, and there are two options, one is to continue to expand the new city, and the other is to build a few more cities.

Wang Ning'an prefers the latter, after all, less than 200 miles opposite, is the Liao State, and building a few more cities is equivalent to putting eggs in different baskets, which can reduce the risk. Moreover, the sanitary conditions of this era were too poor, and the efforts of the whole country were only created into a Bianjing.

If the size of the city is controlled between 100,000 and 200,000 people, the pressure on sanitation will be much smaller.

Wait until the beginning of spring and start acting.

If we can really create an urban area with hundreds of thousands of citizens, then the mobilization capacity is absolutely ten times and a hundred times that of the countryside. Relying on these cities, raising tens of thousands of utility people is like playing, and when the time comes, the dream of reviving the Wang family will be almost over.

Lao Tzu doesn't want to mess with others, but other people don't want to touch Lao Tzu's one-third of an acre! Whether it's the iron cavalry of Da Liao or the emperor of Zhao Song, none of them can be done!

The expansion of strength will always bring unrealistic fantasies, just like Wang Ning'an, he has great mood swings every day, and he has to lock himself in the study and try to contact those demons as little as possible, so as not to be seen by others about his ambitions.

In fact, compared with those long-term plans, the most realistic is to help the victims survive the winter, it is not enough to have food, countless people are frozen, many people have frostbite on their legs, hands, and even some people have frozen their toes.

This is also a helpless thing, most of the victims have nothing, it is good to be able to wear straw sandals, there is a pair of cloth shoes can be taken out to show off, most of them are barefoot, the cold weather, it is really pitiful.

This year, all the pork in Tuta Village has lost its pork skin, and even the braised pork has lost its ruddy and strong pork skin, and the taste has been greatly reduced, in exchange for nearly 50,000 pairs of pigskin boots, as well as gloves, ear bags and other warm materials.

In addition, Wang Liangjing scattered people and horses, and all the cats, dogs and rabbits that he could see were wiped out and made into hats, mattresses, vests, and coats......

Even so, it is a drop in the bucket, Wang Ningan can only focus on smuggling, it seems that it is not enough to just make grain, cattle and sheep cannot be spared, meat can be eaten, and the skin can be kept warm......

"Go, call Li Wujian."

"My lord, why did you forget, Li Wujian left with the caravan, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back until the day after tomorrow." Wu Shicheng reminded.

Wang Ningan pressed his head and suddenly realized.

"By the way, you said that there is a white plague on the grassland every year, right?"

The so-called white plague is that the wind and snow are too heavy, which can crush the tents and freeze the livestock to death, and the power is extremely great.

Wu Shicheng said with a smile: "I heard Li Wujian say, the snow on the grassland this year is heavier than ever, and countless livestock have frozen to death. ā€

He grinned and smirked, Wang Ningan couldn't laugh at all, the injured beast was the most terrifying, if the disaster on the Liao side was more serious, most of them would make up for it from the Great Song Dynasty, and they would have to deal with the Liao soldiers fighting the grass valley.

"You say that frozen livestock, will it be cheap?" Wang Ningan asked suddenly.

Wu Shicheng nodded hurriedly, "That's natural, after all, it's thrown away, and if they can give some money, they will definitely be happy." ā€

"Here's your chance!"

Wang Ningan suddenly slapped his thigh, stood up excitedly, and kept walking around on the ground, the more he thought about it, the happier he became. I didn't think that in the cold weather, the frozen beef and sheep will not spoil the meat, it can fill the stomach, and the price is cheap......

"Wait for Li Wujian to come back, tell him that he must find a way to get all the frozen cattle and sheep, the more the better, this thing is better than food!"

People are hungry and crazy, they can do anything, eating some grass root bark is a trivial matter, and some people eat Guanyin soil, and their stomachs are swollen and they die of desolation, and some people will eat their children easily, which is miserable...... Eating some frozen meat is nothing, not to mention that there is fur that can be made into clothing to protect against the cold.

Wang Ningan's hanging heart finally let go, and it is not surprising that the people of Hebei can really survive.

He hummed a little song proudly, and suddenly someone came in a hurry, and as soon as the door opened, he fell to the ground, embarrassed, and gasped and said, "No, it's not good, someone arrested Li Wujian and them." ā€

"What?" Wang Ningan stood up suddenly, "What the hell is going on?" Is it the centaur of the Liao Kingdom? ā€

"No, it's not, it's our own."

"The soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Wang Ningan was stunned, who is pulling the hind legs, let Lao Tzu catch it, he will definitely pinch you!

Don't blame Wang Ning'an for being furious, so many people's lives and deaths are tied to smuggling, once the smuggling is broken, everything is over.

He couldn't wait to find out what was going on, and dared to open the door, only to find that Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu walked in, and the faces of the two old masters were getting uglier than the other.

Ouyang Xiu said: "Erlang, you don't need to check, it's Fan Zhen." ā€

Wang Ningan didn't know this person, but from Ouyang Xiu's face, he could know that this was not an easy character to deal with.

"Fan Zhen is a righteous gentleman, but-he admits death, he is as stubborn as an ox, water can't be splashed, needles can't be pierced, even His Majesty can't help him, let's put it this way, it's just a thatched stone, stinky and hard, tricky, tricky!" Ouyang Xiu's words dissected Fan Zhen clearly, Wang Ning'an was dumbfounded, daring to love is a two-pole strong seed, such a thing on the stall, steamed or cooked, is the most troublesome.

"How could he know about smuggling?" Wang Ningan asked angrily.

Fan Zhongyan's old face flushed, "This is the old man's negligence, I was originally worried that he would cause trouble, so I didn't reveal a word, but I didn't expect it, he still knew!" ā€

Ouyang Xiu groaned: "In my opinion, someone is playing tricks inside, they can't see Brother Xiwen's meritorious service, so they encourage Fan Zhen to jump out and make trouble, it's really hateful!" ā€

Wang Ning'an turned his mind around, and also figured it out, millions of disaster victims in Hebei, such a big mess, if Fan Zhongyan cleaned up the ground beautifully, his prestige would definitely rise again, and without Xia Zhu and Chen Zhizhong, Lao Fan would return to the capital, and the possibility was very high.

Judging from these perspectives, several ministers in the capital, including the original Qingli gentleman, have the possibility of making a move. If there is such a huge profit from smuggling, the big clan families in Hebei may also be involved.

All in all, it's not a simple matter.

From the anxious looks of the two old masters, it can be guessed that it is very bad.

"Erlang, I have already asked Mei Yaochen to see Fan Zhen, more than ten years ago, Fan Zhen asked Brother Mei for poetry, and they can be regarded as having a friendship between teachers and students, I hope he can restrain himself from the precipice and not get out of control." Ouyang Xiu said with his mouth, but he didn't have any bottom in his heart, Fan Zhen's stubborn donkey, how could anyone be able to hold it!

Fan Zhongyan smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who are not at ease with the old man, but no matter what, they shouldn't take the people of Hebei!" If you kill me Fan Zhongyan, you can reassure them, and the old man will die! ā€

The old master is desolate and sad, which makes people heartbroken.

Wang Ning'an's eyes rolled, and he suddenly laughed, "Gong Fan, drunkard, they are coming for me, whoever dares to disturb my affairs, I will make them pay ten times and a hundred times the price!" Don't worry, just let Fan Zhen make trouble, I have my own way to gag his mouth! Wang Ningan's eyes were calm, burning with rage, like a flame that would erupt at any time, which made the two ministers startled, not knowing what he was going to do.

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"Brother Jingren, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mei Yaochen was full of smiles and said hello first, Fan Zhen rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and was overjoyed when he saw that it was Mei Yaochen.

"I don't know if Mr. Wanling has arrived, and he will miss the welcome in his later life, atonement for his sins, and atonement for his sins."

Seeing that Fan Zhen was so polite, Mei Yaochen breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he could succeed here.

After taking a seat, Fan Zhen asked his subordinates to bring hot water, and said embarrassedly: "The barracks are shabby, and they treat distinguished guests slowly." ā€

Mei Yaochen smiled, "It's okay, Brother Jingren is dedicated to the country, the old man admires it very much, I don't know where Brother Jingren is going?" ā€

At the mention of this, Fan Zhen was furious, it turned out that he blocked the smuggling dealers, who knew that this group actually set fire, candles, whale oil, and even wine, all flammable things, the fire burned, and burned a hole in the ice, they pushed the carriage down the river.

No matter how anxious Fan Zhen is, it's useless, he can't let people jump into the icy river water and fish it up!

He only got a few boxes with candles, and in a fit of rage, Fan Zhen arrested Li Wujian and the others.

"These murderers are stubborn, tortured in every way, but they don't confess. But they also underestimated the old man, I have already asked people to investigate, those wooden boxes are made by craftsmen in the area of Dawangzhuang, the jar is from Sanhe Village, I also got a secret report, in Tuta Village, there is actually a winery to make wine, it is simply hateful, hateful! Fan Zhen was murderous and angrily reprimanded: "The imperial court strictly enforces the ban, they actually dare to commit crimes against the wind, and even worse, smuggling wine to the Liao State, it is simply impossible to kill!" I'm going to take the men and horses over, and I won't give up until I get rid of them in one fell swoop!" ā€

Fan Zhen's murderous appearance made Mei Yaochen's heart beat for a while, he was afraid of this!

"Alas, Brother Jingren, don't be impatient for a while, and ask me to say that this selling some wine is not necessarily a bad thing."

"What? Why does Mr. Wanling see it this way? Fan Zhen's brows immediately stood up, and the hairs on his body stood on end, similar to a fighting that had entered a fighting state.

"That's the case, Hebei is short of food, if you exchange wine for some food, and then help the people, it's not a good thing, from the right to obey, improvisation, this is also a good thing, Brother Jingren, what do you think?"

Fan Zhen didn't speak for a long time, just sneered slightly, and Mei Yaochen's heart was raised.

Suddenly, Fan Zhen slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

"Haha, I really can't imagine that Mr. Wanling has also acted as a lobbyist for those thieves, it seems that some rumors may not be false!"

Mei Yaochen is much older than Fan Zhen, and he has the grace of teaching, so his posture is already very low, but he didn't expect Fan Zhen to be so unkind.

"Master Fan, is it wrong to help the victims? You are also a member of Shuzhong, how can you listen to some groundless rumors and chase after the wind, this is not what you should do. ā€

"Hmph, what a good excuse to help the victims, but don't try to deceive the official's eyes." Fan Zhen sneered: "The disaster relief has its own imperial court to allocate money and grain, how can it be the turn to pray for food from the enemy country?" Relying on the grain of the Liao State to save their lives, who will these displaced people listen to in the future? The common people often say that whoever eats is towards whom, could it be that they have all become the people of Liao? ā€

Fan Zhenyi is strict and strict, and he feels how reasonable he is, but Mei Yaochen sounds unreasonable!

"Master Fan, what you said is good, but let me ask you, how much food did the court allocate for you? How much food have you borrowed? How many victims are there in Hebei? Is there enough to eat? ā€

The cannon-like questions have made Fan Zhen a bad place, but if you bow your head like this, it is not Fan Zhen's demeanor!

"If you don't have enough to eat, you can't eat the grain of Liao! If you eat the grain of Liao, you are colluding with the enemy country, and you are losing your integrity! Kong said Chengren, Meng said to take righteousness, have you read all the books of the sages in vain? ā€

Mei Yaochen was simply crazy, "I didn't tell you about saints, I'm talking about disaster victims, how are they going to live?" ā€

Fan Zhen was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, and said indifferently: "Death by starvation is a small matter, and a loss of festival is a big matter, and the people will understand......"