Gu Yanzhang's prayer was not heard by God.

Or they heard it, but they didn't heed it.

After all, how can the time of heaven be changed by people's hearts.

The time entered October, from the beginning of summer to the beginning of winter, but north of Fuzhou in these months, there were only a few light rains, and even the children peeing were more wet than its wetlands.

Unexpectedly, after the drought, a locust plague broke out north of Jiangnan West Road. The locusts swarmed and covered the sky and the sun, as if they were going to eat them, and there was no grass in the places where they passed.

In Fuzhou, Jizhou and other places, the homeless people are all over the wilderness, and they can only dig grass roots to feed their stomachs - after all, even the bark and grass leaves have been eaten by locusts.

Naturally, the states hurriedly opened warehouses and released grain, but they were afraid that if they were too late, they would really cause chaos.

However, how much grain can there be in Fuzhou, Jizhou and other places? Even if it is all used for disaster relief, it is just a drop in the bucket.

After the last stocks of food were depleted, sporadic people began to flee in the states.

After holding on for more than half a month, Fuzhou has become a village and a township.

Locust plagues and droughts are not only caused by Jiangbei Road, but also in Hebei.

By the time of August, Zhao Rui, the Son of Heaven, had already reduced his diet, avoided living in a remote hall, and did not even have a birthday, and personally went to the eastern suburbs to pray for rain.

However, it didn't work at all.

The son of heaven may not be able to win the favor of heaven sometimes.

Seeing the frequent reports of disasters, Zhao Rui couldn't even sleep well for several nights, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of ragged and skinny people everywhere, and the scene of cannibalism.

On that day he reviewed the recitals and did not go to bed until the end of the day.

The yellow gate in the palace knew that the Son of Heaven was not sleeping well for a while, so he lit a pillar of sandalwood to help him sleep peacefully.

As the smoke of sandalwood burning, Zhao Rui also forced himself to fall asleep gradually.

Today, the one who led the two little yellow doors on duty in the inner hall was Zheng Lai, who supported a small number of sons, and sat at the foot of Zhao Rui's bed, in case the Son of Heaven called at night.

Sandalwood can indeed sleep peacefully, Zheng Lai's eyelids drooped downward, and he almost fell asleep several times, forcing himself to hold on.

Just when Zheng Lai was dazed, he suddenly heard a cry from the head of the bed, which frightened him so much that he almost kicked over the few people who were sitting, and hurriedly took the candlestick, lifted the bed curtain, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, but what is the matter?" Do you want to declare the medical officer into the temple? ”

Zhao Rui's head was covered with sweat, and his face turned pale from the nightmare, and he slowed down for a while before shaking his head.

He didn't need to announce the medical officer, he also knew what was going on.

It's just a day of thinking and a night of dreaming.

Even if Hua Tuo is found at this time, he can only treat the surface, not the inside.

Moreover, what he has just dreamed of cannot be said to anyone.

If you say such absurd things as a man of heaven dreaming that he was eaten by locusts, he will definitely cause an uproar.

He took the hot water handed by Zheng Lai, drank two sips, and then lay down again—but he couldn't sleep anymore, his eyes closed, thinking about this and that, until the hour came, he got up to freshen up and change his clothes and go to court.

After the ceremonial court meeting, the important ministers of the government hall and the Privy Council will go to the Chongzheng Hall to continue to discuss politics, and only at this time will they really talk about business.

Zhao Rui was worried about it all night, and when she saw that people had almost come in, she didn't want to wait even for half a moment, so she immediately pointed out Fan Yaochen and asked, "Fan Qing, how is the disaster in Hebei?" Is there any rainfall? How can each state deal with locusts? ”

The drought can only be carried by digging wells, and there are not many ways to exterminate locusts, but it is better to do it than not to do it well. Even if you can't kill all the locusts, if you can kill a little, it will be better.

This time, Fan Yaochen has also lost a lot of weight.

As soon as he took office, he had to take over this pile of natural and man-made disasters, and the pressure on him was so great that it was about to crush everyone.

At this moment, when he heard the question of the Son of Heaven, he said with a wat and said: "There is still no rain in the north of the river, and the states have written to ask for the construction of locust temples to eat and feast, and the political hall has been restored." ”

Zhao Rui's face was a little ugly, and he said: "In addition to building a temple, can the northern states of Hebei have other countermeasures?" ”

Fan Yaochen hurriedly said: "We are already raising more ducks, birds, and wild frogs in various places, and forming a locust extermination team to exterminate loc......usts in each township."

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was a little haggard.

Not only did Zhao Rui not sleep well, but Fan Yaochen also generally couldn't sleep well, and he couldn't imagine it in the event of such a tricky natural disaster.

"There is another ......," he hesitated, but still said, "Because the disaster in Hebei is getting worse, the cangli in the prefectures can no longer support it, and the victims have already passed the Daimyo's mansion, and they will arrive in the capital soon......"

The victims of the northern disaster went south, and after several months of entrenchment in the Daimyo's Mansion, they finally ate up the grain stored in the Daimyo's Mansion in Beijing, and had to come to the capital to spend the winter.

Fan Yaochen tried his best to intercept it for several months, but there was still no way to press the victims to the Daimyo's mansion.

Once the displaced people entered Beijing, the situation was completely different.

The exiles are in the Daimyo's Mansion, and the Son of Heaven will naturally know, but one is far away and the message transmission is inconvenient, and the other is that he can find a way to cover it up, even if he is attacked by Yushitai and scolded by Yang Kui, he can cover his ears and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But once the exiles enter Beijing, the Imperial City Division is full of the eyes and ears of the Son of Heaven, and the Yushitai will not let go of this opportunity, and Na Yang Kui will definitely try his best to use this opportunity to pull his family down.

He glanced across the corner, the second seat of the Privy Council, which was empty.

Yang Kui took a leave of absence today.

Fortunately......

Fan Yaochen was glad in his heart, but Zhao Rui's face was even more ugly.

He had always known that the disaster in Hebei was serious, but he didn't want to reach this point, he couldn't even settle down in the Daimyo's Mansion, and he needed the capital to pacify.

The capital is the capital of the world, and it is the most abundant in terms of resources, manpower, and grain storage, and there is no doubt about the administrative ability of the Kyoto Prefecture Yin and the administrative ability of the Kyoto Prefecture.

To settle the victims in the north of the river, although the capital government may have some deficiencies, it does not need Zhao Rui to worry too much.

Although he was angry in his heart, he was able to keep the anger of the temple to some extent.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhao Rui asked, "What about Jiangnan West Road?" The last report from Fuzhou said that the grain stock had been exhausted, and the displaced people began to flee to Jiangnan and other places, and some went to the capital. ”

Fan Yaochen hurriedly said: "Although the locust plague in Fuzhou is also very troublesome, the surrounding prefectures and counties are not seriously affected, and the displaced people are only 120,000. ”

He said nonsense with his eyes open like this, and he could only coax Zhao Rui, who was blinded by his ears and eyes.

Although the eyes and ears of the Imperial City Division in various states can send letters back to Beijing, the information that can be obtained is varied, and there are even many contradictions, and it is not easy to sort out the really useful information from it, and Zhao Rui can only make judgments based on his own guesses.

Fan Yaochen said this, although he doubted, but he also believed it.

The ministers continued to perform their duties in the temple.

Fan Yaochen had no trace on his face, but he was anxious in his heart.

Fuzhou and Jizhou are far away, and Jiangnan and other places help stop them, and the more than 60,000 victims can be dragged out for at least two or three months before entering Beijing.

Hide it for as long as you can.

Give him a little more time and see how he can handle this!