Zhu Yunxi slowly walked down the high platform, but saw Liu An looking at him in a daze, as if he wanted to say something, so he asked:

"Lord Liu, what's the matter?"

Liu An licked his lips: "Xiaguan calculated last night, the silver taels allocated from Ying Tianfu are not enough, and the cement is not enough, if the displaced people are resettled for a long time, the silver will be even more insufficient." ”

For this, Zhu Yunxi naturally knows it.

Daming is so big, there are so many displaced people, this way, not to mention that it is impossible for him to smash all his belongings into it, even if he has this heart, he does not have this strength.

"Zhu Yuanzhang, my imperial grandfather, are you taking the test or are you playing with me?"

He sighed silently in his heart and asked:

"What did the Ministry of Household and the Ministry of Industry do?"

"The Ministry of Household allocated 300,000 taels of silver, but it included this year's disaster relief funds, and the Ministry of Industry sent craftsmen who can use cement and 100,000 bags of cement."

Liu An replied, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The main reason is that there is not much left of the annual disaster relief funds, and this matter is calm without anyone asking, and if anyone observes, it is a big hole.

According to the practice of the local government in the Ming Dynasty, half of the annual disaster relief funds will be retained by the local government for other purposes, but in fact, only half of the amount is used for disaster relief.

As for where the Liuzhi disaster relief money is spent, it is a confusing account.

Some local governments have directly divided the law, blatantly corrupting the law, and some governments have not diverted them for their own use, but have used them in other places.

Because everyone knows that the so-called disaster relief is a bottomless pit, the water of the Yellow River floods every year, and there is no cure at all, and the use of silver on it is simply a waste.

In this case, it is better to use it for something else, and besides, this kind of money is available every year, and you only need to do a little tricking on the accounts, and you can settle the accounts of the first year, and when the new disaster relief money comes down the next year, you can start again.

So Liu An was afraid that Zhu Yunxi would ask about the disaster relief funds, but he couldn't help but say it, but fortunately, Zhu Yunxi did not delve into this issue, but nodded slightly after listening to Liu An's words, and then fell into deep thought.

Before leaving Beijing, he specifically checked the amount of disaster relief funds allocated by the court to various localities every year in the household department, and if I remember correctly, Chang'an's annual disaster relief funds should be 100,000 taels.

This is not a small amount, and it can even be said to be a drop in the bucket.

But there is no way, the founding of the Ming Dynasty is only ten or twenty years old, and the years of war to overthrow the rule of the Yuan Dynasty have made the world already devastated, and it is already the limit of the imperial court to be able to take out the 100,000 taels of silver for disaster relief.

As for the use of the 100,000 taels of silver, Zhu Yunxi didn't want to ask.

He knows very well the truth that if the water is clear, there is no fish, and if he wants to investigate, it is estimated that more than half of the officials along the way will fall to the ground.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang hates corrupt officials the most, in all dynasties, the Ming Dynasty's law to punish corrupt officials is the most stringent, which has a lot to do with Lao Zhu's personal growth experience.

When he was a child, it was the darkest and most corrupt period at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and all he saw was that the rampant behavior of corrupt officials led to the misery of the people, so in his heart, corrupt officials and corrupt officials were a cancer in the imperial court, which must be uprooted!

He ordered the people of the world to go to Beijing to report corrupt officials and corrupt officials, as long as it is verified, the fate of corrupt officials and corrupt officials is worse than death.

"Those who have stolen more than sixty taels will be shown to the public, and the skin will be peeled and flushed with grass."

This is Zhu Yuanzhang's method of dealing with corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

The specific method is to set up a place for peeling skin in the land temple on the left side of the yamen such as the government and the county, commonly known as the "leather field temple." ”

Not only are their heads gone, but their entrails are also hollowed out, filled with hay, and hung as a warning to the world.

This kind of punishment sounds creepy, if Zhu Yunxi is more serious, it is estimated that he will be haunted every day.

So he couldn't check it, and when he checked it, the boat capsized.

It's not his small boat, but the big ship of Daming.

Zhu Yunxi is a modern time-traveler, knows what to do and when, and it is right to punish corruption, but now is not the best time.

Thinking of this, he patted Liu An: "Leave the matter of the silver to me, you can arrange the manpower to cooperate with General Lan." ”

Liu An nodded silently, turned around and walked out, but sighed in his heart:

"The third master is young and frivolous, I'm afraid that this matter is too simple."

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From beginning to end, Wen He looked at Zhu Yunxi silently, and Zhu Yunxi's expression on the stage at that moment surprised both of them.

She clearly felt that Zhu Yunxi at that moment was not a teenager, but more like a king who had the world in mind and worried about the country and the people.

"But he is Zhu Yuanzhang's grandson after all."

Wen He muttered in his heart, and his heart became more and more entangled.

Zhu Yunxi slowly walked towards the porridge shed, and those homeless people just looked at him, but they didn't dare to call him the little third master as loudly as just now.

Liu An's arrangement this time can be described as attentive, all the food of the displaced people is specially made by the government, but Zhu Yunxi knows that Liu An's words just now have clearly told him:

"If there is not enough silver, the porridge shed will not be sustainable!"

Thinking of this, he said to Luan Yu and Wen He behind him: "I'm going to the riverbank, you can go shopping by yourself." ”

Half an hour later.

Zhu Yunxi and Qian Duoduo came to the bank of the Yellow River.

At this moment, several craftsmen sent by the Ministry of Industry are carrying a few bags of cement in their hands to explain the use of cement to everyone.

Zhu Yunxi went straight to Lan Yu and said:

"Uncle, it doesn't seem like we can do this."

"What doesn't work?"

Lan Yu pointed at the crowds of craftsmen on the shore and smiled, "Isn't this good?" With the cement, I promise that there will be no more flooding here for years to come. ”

"Well, I'm not talking about that."

Zhu Yunxi pulled Lan Yu and sat down.

"Uncle, the cement sent by Ying Tianfu is far from enough, if you keep waiting for the cement to be sent from Ying Tianfu, you can only intermittently repair the embankment and build a dam, and when the rainy season comes next year, you have to stop work, so down, in a few years, this flood can not be completely controlled."

"So what do you say?"

Lan Yu said, "Don't forget that you boasted about Haikou in the Fengtian Temple. ”

"So we had to change our strategy."

Zhu Yunxi continued: "Only by building cement factories on the spot along the Yellow River without stopping, can we buy time, and we must not go to one place and build embankments and dams by ourselves." ”

"You mean that we are only responsible for supervising the construction of cement factories everywhere?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Exactly, the waters of the Yellow River are too long, and it is obviously unrealistic to send cement all the way from Yingtianfu, so this method can only be adopted." ”

Lan Yu thought for a while and said with a smile: "You have the final say in this matter, anyway, it will not be me who will lose face in Fengtian Hall at that time." ”

Hehe, you are really my uncle..... Zhu Yunxi complained silently, but Qian Duoduo behind him pulled his placket.

"Little Third Master, have you thought about how much money it will cost to build a cement factory along the way?"

"Even if we lose all our belongings, it won't help!"

He looked at Zhu Yunxi anxiously and said.

"It's okay, just do your best."

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand indifferently, he now understood that even if he had enough silver, he would not be able to completely control the flooding of the Yellow River in a short period of time.

If I remember correctly, the Yellow River originates in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, flows through Qinghai, Sichuan, Gansu, Ningxia, Inner Mongolia, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Henan and Shandong, and finally joins the Bohai Sea.

Hehe, Zhu Yunxi, you are still too young!

...... He laughed at himself silently, but suddenly laughed in his heart:

"Old Zhutou, you are really an old fox, and you are an old fox who is very good to me!"

Maybe Zhu Yuanzhang already knew that this was an unattainable task, he just wanted to see how he, the imperial grandson, would answer such an exam question.

He doesn't need to see the answer, he just wants to see the process.

Not giving silver is the last step he left for Zhu Yunxi.