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The best person to call on the gentry to donate grain in Beijing is none other than An Guogong. He is good at dancing with long sleeves, has excellent popularity, and is a high lord, and his speech is very weighty, standing up and raising his arms and shouting, the nobles, the imperial family, the relatives, and the rich gentry have responded, and in less than half a day, the grain trucks were transported to the designated warehouse one by one.

Tao Ran's majesty, Liu Xun earnestly told him to carry food, arrive quickly, and save the people from fire and water. Although Tao Ran had to go to court and was at the end of the queue, he had never been so close to the emperor, and it was impossible for the emperor to talk to him alone. He was excited and felt a heavy responsibility, and repeatedly promised that he would declare the emperor's favor and let the affected people thank the emperor for his goodness.

Liu asked: "That's not necessary, as long as the people have clothes to wear and food, my wish is enough." ”

Fortunately, it was summer, so there was no need to worry that the victims would freeze to death, but their homes were washed away by the water, and the rice that was about to be harvested was also lost, and the losses were really heavy. Tao Ran is here, and he has the important task of assisting Tan Yan to help the people rebuild after the disaster, which aspects to start with, Cheng Mo has already discussed with him, and the two reached an agreement on this matter.

After Tao Ran finished driving, he immediately left Weiyang Palace, sent a guard of honor, and the grain truck for disaster relief rushed to the city gate.

Tan Yan, who was far away in Yuzhang, had just returned from inspecting the victims, and the rain had stopped, but in Chengzeguo, east of the city, the streets that could stand were full of victims, and countless victims continued to pour in, and the city was overwhelmed. So many people eat, drink, and sleep on the streets, and it is even more common to defecate everywhere, and the stench is baked by the scorching sun.

A porridge shed was erected in the city, and a thick porridge was served every day. The food donated by the gentry had been eaten yesterday, and the victims did not receive porridge today, so they made a loud noise, Tan Yan was worried that if this continued, there would be a riot.

Tan Yan was anxious. He stood on a street in the middle of the city, deprived of sleep for many days, his eyes were red, looking in the direction of the capital, and the cries of children and women were heard in his ears, the grumbling of men, and the hatred of his eyes was on him, which made him feel like a man's back.

Tan Yan is a clean and good official, and his ability to handle government affairs is also good, but he is not quick enough, and once he encounters an emergency, he has nothing to do.

Those victims who had a bowl of thick porridge to eat at noon every day for many days were already emotionally unstable because they had not received porridge for a day, for fear that the government would ignore them. If he had mobilized the gentry to donate grain again when he had not had much food in stock, he would not have been so passive at this time. The gentry have lived here for generations, have deep pockets, have great influence in the local area, and are willing to do good deeds, and it is not a problem for each person to donate dozens of carts of food. Or seeing that there is not much grain in stock, it is appropriate to put less rice, cook the thick porridge that does not fall into the chopsticks, or apply it for a few more days.

But this nerd actually watched the truckload of grain in the warehouse decrease, and he refused to cook thinner porridge.

At the end of the street, several men fought, and the women and children of half the street ran over crying, and a child panicked and crashed into Tan Yan's arms.

The messenger did not wait for the order, and immediately rushed to stop it. An hour later, such clashes and brawls often occur. The county lieutenant led people to suppress him, but it caused more people to be dissatisfied, and what made Tan Yan even more depressed was that they kept scolding him as a "dog official".

Gongcao Shi Zhang Guang saw that the situation was not right, and said worriedly: "My lord, the situation is not good, why don't you close the city gate and not let the victims enter?" ”

More than 100,000 people want to eat, where can they find food for them to eat?

Tan Yan's forehead throbbed violently a few times, gritted his teeth and said, "Open the warehouse and release the grain!" ”

"No, sir! It is a capital offense to open a warehouse and release grain without an edict. "Gong Cao Shi was shocked, is his Shangguan not going to have a future in front of him?

Tan Yan wants to be a clean official, how can he stand being scolded as a "dog official" in front of him, these two words are in his ears, and the idea of opening a warehouse and releasing grain has been circling in his mind.

"There are 400,000 loads of grain in the granary, enough for the victims to eat for two months, if the imperial court does not send people to provide disaster relief within two months, it can ensure that the victims do not die, and after this matter passes, the official will go to Beijing by himself." When Tan Yan said this, he had a will to die.

Zhang Guang persuaded hard, but Tan Yan insisted on this, first went back to the house to tell his wife, said goodbye to his wife, and then asked people to send his wife and children back to his hometown, and then took people to the granary and ordered the granary to be opened.

Truckloads of grain were transported, and the victims cheered loudly when they saw the grain trucks.

Zhang Guang called a few errand officers and ordered Tan Yan to publicize Tan Yan's death-willingness, concern for the people, and release grain privately, and for a while, the victims who were eating thick porridge had tears in their eyes and shouted "Lord Qingtian".

Tan Yan patrolled the streets, listening to the shouts, his heart was stirring, and he also had tears in his eyes, he was moved to tears by himself.

He Mi heard that Tan Yangan risked killing his head and opened a warehouse to release grain without permission, so he hurriedly found him and persuaded: "My lord has already issued an edict, presumably the edict will come soon, I will tighten my belt and donate some food to cope with it in the past two days, why bother moving the granary?" ”

The imperial court explicitly ordered that there was no edict to open the warehouse and release grain, and there was one capital crime. The original intention of this edict was to prevent corrupt officials from embezzling the grain of the imperial court, but it did not specifically state that in the event of a major disaster, as long as the situation was true, the magistrate could open a warehouse privately. In this way, Tan Yan can only wash his name and wait for the executioner's knife.

Tan Yan said categorically: "Inside and outside the city, there are people everywhere, even if you donate food, how much can you donate?" How can there be enough food for the victims? ”

Anyway, the order to open a position has been given, and it is also a knife to stretch out the head and shrink the head.

He Mi's persuasion was useless, and he left with a wry smile. He is a wealthy local gentry and the largest grain merchant in the city, and his family has more than 400,000 quintals of grain? If Tan Yan is unwilling to accept their donations, it is better to make an IOU and borrow grain from them, and when the disaster relief grain from the imperial court arrives, he will return the grain, why lose his life in vain?

Because of the continuous influx of victims, the gate of Yuzhang has not been closed for many days, and the guards of the city have worked in two shifts to release unlimited amounts of victims who have dragged their families and mouths. But the gentry of the city would be stopped when they wanted to go out of the city after dark, because this was the time when the city gates were closed, and no matter how urgent the matter, they would go out of the city again tomorrow.

For this nerdy old man, the gentry felt that he was sincere to the victims, but no one was dissatisfied with his differential treatment, at most there was only a slight complaint.

The city gate was closed day and night, and the victims entered calmly, but no one scrambled to be the first, so everyone lined up in two lines and entered through the corner gate in turn. Xia San lined up in the middle of the queue, looked ahead from time to time, looked back at the back, and felt that people were like rivers, endless, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and the victims behind shouted and scattered, but someone was trampled by the horse.

And the horse came straight to the gate of the city.

The gatekeeper raised his torch and looked into the distance, and faintly saw the knight planting a small flag on his back, and hurriedly shouted: "Get out of the way, this is the messenger has arrived." ”

When the people at the gate of the city heard this, they quickly flashed to the side, and the people behind saw that the people in front of them had flashed away, and they also followed and stood aside, and the horse galloped near, and the torches at the gate shone brightly, and sure enough, it was a messenger who was in an urgent hurry for eight hundred miles.