Zhuang Rou's account of the Disaster Relief Department was very easy to check, it was the first time to provide disaster relief, and the accounts were not complicated. She was so ferocious that her servants and scribes didn't dare to do anything at all, and they quickly found out.

Before she came, the little county king had 5,000 taels of silver for disaster relief every day, and it was only 10 taels of silver to buy a two-story building with a yard in Hongzhou. It is conceivable that 5,000 taels a day and 50,000 taels of silver in ten days are a lot of expenses.

And 300,000 taels, according to the current price of grain, can last up to two months at most, and it happened to be around the winter solstice.

According to the situation in Hongzhou in previous years, it must have snowed, and if there is no food, the victims will not be able to survive at all.

But if there is a disaster, food prices will not be stable, and then food will rise. Now 5,000 taels a day can still withstand it, and in another month, I'm afraid that 20,000 taels of silver will not be enough for more and more victims for a day.

Zhuang Rou bit the brush and thought for a long time, and the scribe who was transferred to the Disaster Relief Department sat in her place, watching her frowning and biting the pen shaft, not knowing what she was going to do next.

The silver is not enough to eat until the spring of the next year, and this matter is not only known to him, but also to the entire yamen. But everyone can only wait for the court to allocate money, and any other source is a drop in the bucket.

Finally, Zhuang Rou raised his head and looked at him and said, "You write an announcement, I want everyone in the city who can earn more than 1,000 taels a year to donate silver or food to the victims." When the disaster is over next year, I will ask the imperial court for a decree to reduce taxes. ”

Sure enough, he reached out to the wealthy again.

The scribe's head grew when he heard this, and he mentioned this last night when the scribes were chatting together.

guess this must be a rich man who is not pleasing to the eye, and when the silver is not enough, he will inevitably ask the rich in the city for it. No, I really want to open my mouth to donate now.

He replied: "My lord, if you forcibly collect and donate money, it will inevitably make people dissatisfied, and there are already so many victims outside the city, and the people will feel that this is a bottomless pit. I am afraid that such a forced donation will cause them to panic. ”

"......" Zhuang Rou knew that he was telling the truth, she tapped her fingers lightly on the table, thought for a while and said, "Let them donate first, and then you go and bring me all the unsolved cases, I don't believe that there are few rich people in it who commit crimes." ”

"My lord, you mean to use silver to make amends?" The scribe asked, surprised.

Zhuang Rou glanced at him, "How can it, of course you have to go to prison if you are guilty, but the fine is also indispensable." There must be a lot of money that does not come in the right way, and of course it has to be charged into the treasury of the state capital. ”

"The villain will go and fetch it now." The scribe got up and went out, but he had received the rich man's silver taels, and if Zhuang Rou had any harm to the rich man, he would have to report to the other party.

But if it is a fine from the case, it will be simple, and there must be no such rich people.

Zhuang Rou sneered, every yamen will pile up a lot of cases of the poor suing the rich, and pick out the rich inside, just enough to fine.

As for donating money, anyway, if the imperial court is to blame, just let Chu Xia explain, whoever makes him the biggest official here, without his mandate, who dares to force the rich to donate money like this.

She calculated very well, and when the announcement was written, she asked the official to post it after reading it. I can go and see the woman in prison and solve the case.

Speaking of how this place is like this, when I first came, I encountered a widow who was wrongfully accused of stealing people, and now there is a case of murder of her husband, this place is really unfriendly to women.

"My lord! My lord! Suddenly, there was a shout outside, and the scribe who had just gone out ran in with a bunch of case files, threw them on the table in a hurry, and said, "My lord, I just heard other people say that many rich families in the city are beating gongs and drums to go out of the city, and it is said that everyone wants to give food to the victims. ”

I didn't ask them for help, but I took the initiative to help the disaster, which is really rare. Zhuang Rou felt a little unbelievable when she heard it, and thought about it, maybe she wanted to do it for King An.

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So, she got up and walked outside, "I'll go outside and see what's going on." ”

When I arrived at the Yamen, there was a convoy passing by, and I struck the gong a few times, and the gong beater who walked in front shouted in a loud voice: "Li Yuanwai in the east of the city, donate boiled eggs and soup noodles for three days." ”

He was followed by some Li family members, as well as three carriages, two of which were pulling noodles, soup, stoves and other things. The rest of the car was all baskets of boiled eggs, which seemed like a lot.

"My lord, this Li family is a big chicken farmer in Hongzhou, and two-thirds of the eggs in the major households and restaurants in the city are sold by his family. Even the eggs we ate were brought from his house. A servant was there to explain to her.

"Bring my horse." Zhuang Rou instructed her to take a look outside the city, worried that the victims would loot because of the good food.

Porridge and steamed buns are as good as eggs and noodle soup, and even if the food seems to be in large quantities, it is only a drop in the bucket compared to the victims.

When the horse came, she got on her horse and went out of town.

thought that the victims outside the city would loot and make a lot of trouble, but when she got outside, she found that everyone was in order. It's not like the victims are being given food, but it's like a temple fair.

"Come on, everyone, the Wang family's marinated tofu is beautiful and fragrant, and the porridge and noodles are of the highest quality."

"Porridge with shredded pork! We have shredded porridge with vegetables and meat here, if you want to eat meat, come here, and there are three pots! ”

"Don't miss it when you pass by, all kinds of small snacks of hemp candy hibiscus crisp, children and ladies don't miss it, it's fragrant and sweet, and one bag per person is given away."

"Tang Ji pickles have been delivered, dried radish, sauerkraut and fragrant sauce, enough."

"Douhua, send Douhua. Baihualou has nothing to entertain everyone, so I specially bought some bean curd and drank a bowl of heart-warming people. ”

Zhuang Rou actually saw a few girls from Baihualou, dressed in fancy clothes, shaking handkerchiefs, waving incense to the disaster victims passing by, beckoning them to come and eat bean curd.

The victims were holding bowls, dragging their children and daughters with happy faces, eating bowls of noodles here and asking for a few cakes there. Either grab a bag of sugar, or get some pickles and pickles, many of them can't even fit in the bowl.

Filled in the bowl, in the arms, in the hands, chewing in the mouth, the cheeks bulging, if there are a few more lanterns, it is a lively temple fair.

Zhuang Rou had been a homeless person for a few years, and had never encountered such a disaster relief, and there was no happy face of the victim in her eyes, only the silver of white flowers was flowing away like water.

She saw the stall of shredded meat porridge next to her, and hurriedly walked over and said, "Don't get together, shredded meat porridge is too wasteful, it is better to replace it with coarse grain and be unified by the government for disaster relief." ”

"This is our family's thing, why should we hand it over to the government. Besides, who doesn't know that your government has deducted all the food and not fed the victims, and we are still wrong to care about the people and come out to give porridge! Unexpectedly, the other party scolded directly, and the voice was very loud, attracting many victims.

Zhuang Rou helplessly explained: "It's going to be winter soon, and the silver will not be enough for the victims at that time, so I reduced the distribution, all for everyone to stutter in the future!" ”

It's okay not to explain, but as soon as he explained, some people mocked behind him: "I deducted the victims' money, and I dared to say that it was for our good." Now I still want to take away the food given to us by the kind-hearted people, exchange it for silver, and embezzle it myself. ”

"I've never seen such a shameless person, Dog Officer! Get lost! ”

"Get out! Get lost! The victims had already recognized Zhuang Rou, and when they saw that she still wanted to detain the people's disaster relief things, they were immediately angry and kept scolding.

If it weren't for the hard-won food in their hands, they would have wanted to throw things at her.

Zhuang Rou looked at them silently, got on his horse amid the scolding of the victims, swept his eyes coldly over everyone, turned around and rode back.

Behind her, the cheers of victory from the victims as she drove her away, one after another.