Jingshi Shuntianfu is within the capital.

Due to the smoke of war for many years, the biggest influencing factor for the fall of the Ming Dynasty was gradually born in the north of the Ming Dynasty - the displaced people.

A large number of landless peasants who had been uprooted from their homes and fled due to the war had to leave their war-torn hometowns in Liaodong in order to eat, live and work in peace and contentment, and have a good life.

The first choice is Jingshi, which is Shuntianfu.

After all, in the eyes of the people at the bottom, it is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and it is impossible for people to starve to death no matter what, so they can make a living.

As a result, more and more displaced people converged into a torrent of people.

And Yuan Chonghuan, who was sent to Liaodong early, was originally unwilling to watch these displaced people continue to enter the customs and go to Beijing, but under Zhu Youzhen's order, he had to obey.

But his heart was always full of worry, because everyone knew that there were many Manchurian spies among the so-called exiles.

But Zhu Youzhen understands that it is Liaodong now.

Next, with the continuous occurrence of natural disasters, Shaanxi, Henan, and Shandong will break out one after another, all of which will become barren land.

Hearing that a large number of displaced people were moving to Beijing, Zhu Youzhen immediately ordered.

Along the way, the state capital and county must take out all the food that can be used in the local court to help these displaced people reach the capital safely.

And Zhu Youzhen also constantly ordered a large amount of grain to be transferred from the south to suppress the price of grain in the capital.

Many of them seemed to see business opportunities overnight, trying to stock up on a large number of goods, creating an atmosphere of lack of grain and strange goods in the capital, but they did not admit that a piece of paper from Zhu Youzhen made this grain war that was supposed to break out a joke.

"Tell all the officials along the way that I will not blame if I die of illness on the road, but if there are homeless people starving to death in their jurisdiction, don't blame me for not remembering the friendship between kings and ministers."

It was Zhu Youzhen who spoke, but it was the civil and military officials who listened above the court.

In the court after a large number of reshuffles in Dongchang, the voice against Zhu Youzhen has become much quieter, although in the hearts of many ministers, they still don't understand why the situation is tense now.

The people of Liaodong were allowed to gather in Beijing, but they did not dare to speak directly.

After Zhu Youzhen finished speaking, he silently watched the officials under the throne, and the sharp turn in the situation caught Zhu Youzhen off guard, so he had to use more ferocious means to make the current Ming Dynasty less dead and not dead.

"Regarding the resettlement of displaced people, I have also discussed it with all the elders."

"Decide to work for relief, no matter what, no matter how much food you have to consume in this wave of displaced people, I will not feel distressed, but if anyone dares to attack these life-saving food, weigh whether your neck is harder than a knife!"

"Tobe!"

"The minister is here!"

"You are the God of Wealth of this Ming Dynasty, this wave of displaced people can't all let me pay alone! Ten million taels! You admit it! ”

The official who came to the court today was Guo Yunhou, the head of the household, and he was also panicked when he heard the emperor say this.

Hurriedly knelt on the ground and said.

"Your Majesty! There is no money left in the treasury of the household department..."

Zhu Youzhen's face sank, and Guo Yunhou couldn't help but say any more.

"I'm not discussing with you, I'm telling you that you have to take out so much silver, and you can't apportionment it downward, haven't you sent the money and grain to the royal palaces in various places this year?

Buckled!

I don't believe they can come to Beijing hungry to complain! ”

Guo Yunhou opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything more.

He could only kneel down and obey the order, but in his heart, he was already happy.

Since His Majesty is willing to attack the people of his own Zhu family, what else is there to say, deduct money and food for disaster relief.

"Ministry of Rites!"

"Wechen is here in Zongdao!"

"Five million taels, don't say there is no money, next year's enthronement ceremony will be simple, the ancestral sacrifice of the Qing Officials, the host and guest Qing Officials, the fine food and the Qing Officials, and the three divisions will cut expenses!

If a foreign envoy comes to my Daming audience, he will be asked to pay for the difference!

And there are a lot of ones that should be collected, and none of them will be given that should be given, and all those who should be taken must be taken!

I don't believe you can't get the money! ”

"Come to the sect and obey the order!"

"Bingbu!"

"Weichen Huo Weihua is here!"

"Five million taels, the Ministry of War will thoroughly inspect the military construction and ordnance from now on, and I want you to squeeze out the silver for me without touching any armaments, and this silver will not be used for disaster relief for a long time!

I'll give it back to you, but remember one!

Those unsightly things, it's better for you to clean up by yourself, otherwise I'll ask Wei Zhongxian to help you!" ”

"Huo Weihua obeys!"

"Wei Zhongxian!"

Finally skipped from the sixth part, everyone was relieved, but they didn't expect that the last one was Wei Zhongxian.

"Thoroughly investigate the twenty-four prisons, ten million taels."

Wei Zhongxian didn't dare to say more than half a sentence, and knelt on the ground and shouted obeyed.

Since deciding to start to carry the disaster relief matters head-on, Zhu Youzhen has continued to absorb money and grain from all over the place, and the Ming Royal Auction House has continued to set up branches, in order to quickly dispose of the land, houses and a large number of rare jewels in various places, in exchange for cash or grain.

In this way, sacks of grain continued to gather in Beijing from the official road, from Cao, and from the sea, and the officials of the state capitals all the way since Zhili were in good spirits.

All the grain that was detained in the local area, what could be bought, what could be harvested, and the rich were invited to force donations, in order to deal with the displaced people along the way.

And in Shanhaiguan.

The Dongchang factory guard set up a special homeless Boon Division to count the homeless people who fled down from Liaodong one by one, and sent the Tianhu Army to guard along the way.

Yes, the Heavenly Tiger Army, the emperor lives up to his wishes.

The Heavenly Tiger Army, which Zhu Youzhen had high hopes for, finally had a brigade of troops that could be used, although the embroidered spring knife made of stainless steel was still used, but everyone could see the difference between this army trained by the royal family and other so-called armies of the Ming Dynasty.

Everywhere he went, discipline was strict.

People who do not touch the people, and even those who are hungry will distribute their rations to help the victims.

"Grandpa... Xiao Huanzi read it right, this is Jingshi? ”

A little beggar in shabby clothes pulled the corner of his grandfather's coat and asked the old beggar next to him.

"It's... This is Kyoshi... Bar ... Grandpa hasn't seen it either.."

From Liaodong to Zhili, from Zhili to Jingshi, the scenes along the way are also constantly impacting this young soul, and the towering walls of the capital are all telling the history of the century-old Jingshi.

"Grandpa.. If you come to Jingshi, Xiao Huanzi and Grandpa won't be hungry anymore... Xiao Huanzi doesn't like to go hungry... It's very uncomfortable.."

"No, no, this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven. The Emperor won't let us go hungry."

A large number of wooden houses built in the distance are endless, constantly accommodating these suffering people from the war in Liaodong, whether you are rich or beggars, there is only one name here.

The people of the Ming Dynasty.