Guangdong has indeed been hit by the disaster.

The power of a huge typhoon is often affected by the entire southeast coast, and it is only a difference between how much wind and how much rain there is.

"This is the best time!" Zheng Cunzhong was very excited, "Xie Changjie has completed the land and land, and the entire Guangdong gentry and wealthy households are extremely uneasy. If there is no accident, after the autumn grain is harvested, the imperial court will set a new system of Guangdong enslavement! At this moment, although the will of the imperial court has not been made, but the disaster has reached the capital, the old party will never be indifferent, and the imperial court will inevitably decide the winner because of this! ”

He didn't bring a fan today, but urged the elders: "The first session on the ninth day of August, the township test will last for half a month, and Yang Shen can't take care of it!" Fang Xianfu, a cunning guy, has already called himself sick, and he can start from Chaozhou Mansion. Just let the officials tell the township that the summer grain and autumn grain are collected as before, and then make a noise, and the villagers will definitely be full of affection. Naturally, we want to set up a porridge factory, but this year, Yang Shen has urged a lot of donations, and we don't have much surplus food at home, so it's reasonable, right? ”

"Most of the summer grain has been destroyed, and the grain storage is much less, and Zhang Fujing may have to allocate a lot of the grain he bought from Jiaozhi to help Fujian!" Zheng Cunzhong's eyes were bright, "I'm afraid the imperial court doesn't know that the miners in Guangxi are also doing something." Fires everywhere are all the scourge of the new law's desire to enslave them! ”

With a natural disaster, the best time seems to have come.

After Zhang Fujing came to Guangdong, he killed a big official, and then Xie Changjie seemed to clear the land violently, but in the past year, he has only changed the city.

The struggle between the old and new parties in the imperial court has conveyed to Guangdong the fact that even in Guangdong, a province that has been experimenting, it is difficult to move easily. His Majesty wants to make the country rich and seek governance, but he can't sit back and watch Yang Tinghe's authority in the name of the new law continue to be heavy.

Otherwise, why would Fei Hong still be in the cabinet? Why is Sun Jiao also faintly on Fei Hong's side?

Zhang Fujing was in Guangzhou to see the disaster, and the three talented people also went to the suburbs of Panyu County with Yang Shen.

Heavy rains and sea tides have blown away the early rice, which is close to maturity and ready to be harvested.

The old peasant fell to his knees on the edge of the field and wailed, and everyone turned pale when they saw it.

In Chaozhou, hundreds of miles away from them, there were really officials in the countryside who shouted to some Lizheng, Jiashou and villagers: "Don't you pay food when you suffer from a hurricane?" On the orders of the county honor, His Majesty wants to try out the new law in Guangdong, and what he wants is a rich country! If you don't pay grain, how can you make a rich country? Next month is the time to expedient, don't be wrong! ”

"Nearly half of this is ruined, how can you pay the full amount of food! With such a big disaster, can't Your Majesty be sympathetic to the disaster? ”

"Last year's war at sea, do you know how much money was spent on rewarding officers and soldiers last year? Don't be verbose, I'm going to tell the township somewhere else! ”

The officials walked away, leaving only the villagers with grief and anger on their faces.

"These dog officers! I heard from the people in the county town that His Majesty had obviously exempted Guangdong from taxes for several years. With such a big disaster this year, what will we pay for? ”

"Go to the county and ask for an explanation! We must listen to the county lord himself, is it such a big disaster this year to pay food! The fields have been ruined so much, the seedlings of late rice have also been destroyed, and the summer grain is still a little less, what should we do with the autumn grain? ”

"Yes, are you really forcing us to die?"

In the Yamen of the Guangdong Political Envoy, Zhang Fujing and Zhang En were discussing disaster relief matters, and reported inside: "Lord Fantai, Jieyang Zhixian of Chaozhou Prefecture is asking to see, and the people of Chaozhou are besieging the county government!" ”

Zhang En stood up in shock: "Let him come in." ”

The official uniforms of Jieyang County are not neat, and they came in the rain with mud and a messy face.

When Zhang En saw him, he asked, "How did the prefect and you deal with it?" At this critical juncture, why did the people besiege the county government? ”

Jieyang Zhixian looked aggrieved: "Fuzun has been sick since last month, and the lower official went to report the situation, and Fuzun fainted immediately." Lord Fantai, the previous provincial orders to apply for summer grain and autumn grain cannot be mistaken. The officials ordered the officials to report to the township, so that the people could rest assured that they would renovate the fields and plant seedlings as soon as possible, so as not to miss the late rice. The lower officials have already taken the first few people into custody......"

Zhang En's eyes showed a fierce light: "Stupid! Minzhi County, suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and urged food at this time, what is the intention? ”

“…… Lord Fantai, the political envoy just issued a letter last month to urge this matter, and the lower officials are also acting on orders. "The Jieyang County Party Committee is extremely aggrieved," the disaster relief has been arranged, the Jieyang gentry all donated money and food to help the victims, and the county also urgently sent messengers to clear and repair the fields, all for early rice and late rice, which is also related to the livelihood of the people. Who knew that Diao Min only listened to the fact that this year's food supply was indispensable, but he completely ignored the county's efforts to help him survive the disaster. ”

Zhang Fujing looked at him quietly.

There will definitely be no problem with the arrangement of Jieyang County, and the political envoy has an official order, and this Min Zhi County must not only care about the food supply, but also make proper arrangements for disaster relief.

But it is not known how the words of the officials were preached, and how the emotions of the people were stirred.

Now that the people are besieging the county government to ask for an explanation, it is naturally impossible for him to replace the above above about this year's grain reduction and exemption.

The will of the imperial court has not yet arrived, and in a month or two of going back and forth, under the condition that everything is undecided, to what extent will the people's grievances in the midst of the catastrophe ferment?

Zhang En looked at Zhang Fujing with a calm face: "Futai, all prefectures and prefectures are afraid that they will be like this, how to act now?" ”

In the matter of disaster relief, the whole of Guangdong will not play any tricks, and those gentry who have complaints will not make a head bird in this matter, and they must be very "cooperative".

The most important thing is the mood of the people who have to pay the grain in full because of the great reduction in this year's harvest, and the slightest provocation will cause accidents.

Guangdong is so big, can it still be sprinkled all over the place all the time to keep an eye on who uses what words and what behaviors to stir up public resentment?

The only one who can make a decision before the will of the imperial court is Zhang Fujing in Guangdong.

Guangdong taxes do not need to be paid for the time being, and Zhang Fujing can consider it all.

Zhang Fujing had a calm face: "Since it is a siege of the county government, then the crime is unavoidable, it is right to be detained first, but it is not allowed to be treated lightly." Min Zhixian, if something happens in the prison, you know the severity! ”

Min Zhi County even claimed to be.

Zhang Fujing arched his hand to Zhang En: "Benfu has already played to the imperial court to exempt this year's Tian Fu, although the will has not yet come down, please follow this line to all prefectures." ”

Zhang En asked rhetorically: "The ditches, houses, and roads damaged by the hurricane must be repaired as soon as possible, and all localities will send troops." ”

This is the bigger puzzle.

The farmland that has been washed away, the people do not need to be instructed, they will naturally go to clean it up as soon as possible. But what about the public facilities? It would be a temporary duty service all over the place.

If the household can't send Ding, they have to pay for it.

The grain can not be collected, but if the money is taken out now, the people's grievances will rise to a higher level.

"Leave this matter to Benfu! The prefectures and prefectures sent officers and governors to make unified arrangements. The fierce light in Zhang Fujing's eyes reappeared, "This is disaster relief, not an ordinary errand service, please ask the prefectures and prefectures of the feudal station to collect donations from the gentry and wealthy households." After the disaster, each erected a monument to show his merits. ”

"Where did the Ding Servant come from?"

"Work and relief! There are also the guards of Guangdong. ”

Zhang En's face changed: "Futai, there are both thieves and miners in Guangxi, and if the military households in Guangdong also make trouble because of the dispatch of soldiers, it will be a big chaos!" ”

Zhang Fujing said with certainty: "It's not messy! ”

After leaving the Yamen of the Political Envoy Division, Zhang Fujing returned to the Governor's Yamen and wrote letters one after another, and then handed them to the staff: "Send them to Huangmingji, Wuzhou, and Wuchang Mansion respectively!" ”

He knew very well that because of natural disasters, many things had to be advanced.

looked at the sword of the Son of Heaven hanging on the wall.

This knife has not seen blood for a year, and this time it should be drunk!

The first to receive the letter from the political envoy was naturally the Guangzhou Mansion, and Yang Shen also felt it, so after he invited some of the gentry and wealthy families living in the city to the mansion, he said unceremoniously: "In the year of the catastrophe, we must guard against the rogues!" The city walls of several counties in Guangzhou have been damaged, and this is also for your own lives. They have all been visited by the families of this house, and the people have suffered a serious disaster, so they should work together at this time. The government will allocate silver taels, and the rest will have to be left to you. ”

The faces of the representatives of the gentry of the Canton Prefecture were ugly.

But Yang Shen didn't care, he knew that because of his previous actions, he couldn't get rid of any image in this life.

But he did come to Guangzhou and saw too much, and now he has a different understanding in his heart.

"You won't speak?" Yang Shen said calmly, "Although this government is willing to be close to you more, the backlog of cases always needs to be heard. ”

Before visiting the countryside, some people did think that Qingtian was coming, and many old cases were reported to the Guangzhou government again.

As a result, the faces of the representatives of the gentry in Canton became even more ugly.

"Fuzun, the hurricane is raging, and all of our families have been severely affected." Someone spoke, "Now we have to buy grain seeds, renovate the fields, set up porridge sheds, and arrange for families to help the township." This year, we have donated a lot. We also donated a lot to renovate the Tribute Temple, but it's really unsustainable. ”

"It's all difficult, this government knows." Yang Shen said calmly, "Compared with the people who suffered from the disaster, your family background is solid, why is it difficult to continue?" Futai and Fantai have said that this time they will overcome the difficulties together, and the good gentry will set up monuments in the future. If there are students in the family who are excellent in learning, they are recommended to enter the county school, the government school, or even pay tribute to the national prince, and they will also ask for the grace of the imperial court. At this time, is it necessary to send servants to the people? Chaozhou Mansion has a civil uprising, do you think that the villagers don't know who was rampant in the countryside in the past? ”

Quite a few people change color.

Grace and power are combined? But the people in the countryside know better who can and can't be messed with! Can you, "Yang Qingtian", always make decisions for them?

“…… Fuzun is right. Students, let's make up another hundred taels. ”

In a gossipy, they promised a little bit of it, either dozens of taels or more than a hundred taels.

At the entrance of the social college in a certain township on the outskirts of Panyu County, there was a long queue of people outside the porridge shed set up by the "village sages".

In the porridge shed, a certain old man's housekeeper came out to the team and pulled a certain person: "Gan Laoqi, you have three acres of land on the mountainside, and there is no disaster there." The porridge shed set up by our master is the family of people whose fields in the area of Half Moon Bay in Zhouji have been washed away, what are you here to make a fuss about? ”

"Steward Xu, it's good, there's a torrent!" The man cried and said, "There are eleven people in the family, and there are no rations until the autumn......"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's not like I haven't been to your house! In addition to your own more than 11 acres of good land, you also rented 5 acres of official land, how can you not have grain in stock? Don't fight with them, don't you think? ”

When the disaster victims heard this, they immediately complained.

"Do you have so many fields and still come to beg for porridge? My family only has more than four acres and six points of land, and this time it is all ruined! Are you embarrassed? ”

"It's cheeky!"

"Get out!"

The person known as Gan Laoqi howled and cried: "Most of it is ruined, eleven people, how can this live?" ”

"What do you do when you give birth to so much? Won't you sell one or two daughters to be maids? Don't fight with us, you can afford to raise so much! ”

Guangdong is not the most serious place for the typhoon this time, and Jiang Mian has not yet reached Nanzhili, but the closer the distance, the faster the news comes.

More than 40 counties were affected, millions of people's fields were destroyed, and tens of thousands of families were displaced.

It is a common practice for the elderly to commit suicide, to sell their sons and daughters, for the magistrates to send out their servants due to disasters, for the gentry to set up porridge sheds for almsgiving, and for the sake of rice and porridge, and then to take advantage of the difficulties of the disaster year to lend rations and even buy fertile land at a low price.

Jiang Mian has never been a magistrate, he is a clear stream.

When Zhang Zilin went to the southeast last year, he was only faced with the frightened southeastern gentry.

At this moment, Jiang Mian is heading south, facing millions of victims.

Zhu Kun, who had made a contribution to supervising the murder of officials in the southeast last year, was promoted to the prefect of Zhenjiang, and he stood on the mountainside and looked at the devastated muddy fields with tears streaming down his face.

"Tian Fu will definitely be exempted, this government will promise you first!" He raised the sleeve of his official robe that was already wet and wiped his face, "The victims of the disaster have all received the county school and the government school first, and if it is not enough, the county government and the government government can be resettled!" When a family goes to buy grain, they take credit first and keep accounts! ”

"Fuzun! The families of the gentry and wealthy families have the most fields, and they suffer the most! ”

"Where have you learned all the teachings of the sages?" Zhu Kun stared at the magistrate of the county, "The rainstorm is continuous, and the grain is stored in the warehouse and moldy?" Could it be that the victims were really forced to rise up and break down their homes and grab food? It's for you to buy, not to force donations! Is it to force the government to raise the court to ask the case? ”

"Without a will, they will definitely save the grain that will be handed over this year." The magistrate was afraid of his stubbornness, "Fuzun, the will of the imperial court has not been issued, how can you tell the people that this year will be exempted from land payment?" Nanzhili is a tax-paying land, how could the imperial court make such a will? ”

"Do what the government commands! If something happens, the government will bear it! If you don't obey the order, the government will deal with you first!" ”

The north is still sunny and windy, the autumn wind has not risen, and the summer heat is unbearable.

The show girls have been spending two months here, and Sun Ming is being watched by more and more people because of the respect of some female officials and eunuchs.

She has missed the emperor more and more, and the melancholy between Zhu Houxi's eyebrows has not dissipated a little because Lin Qingping is pregnant.

The cruelty of the world is for everyone, and the emperor has more choices to make.

"Spread the decree to the town of Yuanhou, if Guangdong needs it, it will go down the Ling Canal!" He paused for a moment, and then said, "Tell Mai Fu, Chen Jin, Zhang Fujing, Wang Hong, and Zhao Jun to close the net in advance!" ”

Fishing is fishing, Zhu Houxi has never meant to play with the lives of the people of Guangdong, although Jinyi Wei Lingnan has changed people, but he has not wasted nearly a year's time.

Although they don't have enough horses and feet to show now, they can't care about missing some people even if the natural disaster is coming.

In the imperial study, the counselors had different expressions.

They didn't know that Lin Qingping had been conceived, and Empress Dowager Jiang strictly ordered that she should not apply for Zhang until she was pregnant for three months.

But they knew that in order to avoid the superposition of various chaotic factors in Guangdong, they were afraid that they would make a quick knife, so that Gu Shilong, the chief military officer in Huguang, had to prepare to go south.

And the miners in Guangxi happened to make trouble in this hot day, and Zhu Qi had to stay in Guangxi.

It will take time to go from the sunny days of Beijing to the stormy south, and the talents in Guangzhou continue to test in the countryside on heavy rainy days.

Zhai Luan wanted to pay attention to the township test this proposal, and then a list was handed to him.

"There is solid evidence for investigation, and the meaning of Futai and the Taiwan Domain should be reformed!"

Zhai Luan looked at the long list on it, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Is there really no problem with this?

In Guangzhou Mansion, Zheng Cunzhong asked in surprise in his private house: "Did you really sue Yang Shen and reconcile Changjie together?" ”

"Absolutely! Yang Shen forced the donation, the head of the Zhong family committed suicide by hanging the beam, the eldest son of the Zhong family was kneeling at the door of the governor's office, and many families sent people to testify! ”

Zheng Cunzhong stood up excitedly: "It's a big deal!" sue the five-grade prefect and the third-grade to participate in politics, and the governor's yamen must take the case! Zhang Fujing can't easily suppress it, quickly send this news to the capital to Lu Yushi as soon as possible! ”

In front of the yamen of the governor of Guangdong, a middle-aged man dressed in linen and filial piety knelt at the door, holding the paper high in both hands, and the family next to him held an umbrella for him.

In the heavy rain, more than a dozen people knelt together.

"Please Lord Futai be the master of the grass people! The prefect of Guangzhou forced goodness to death, and the people of Guangzhou were miserable in the township! ”

The governor's yamen was in the Guangzhou Mansion, and the officials of the Guangzhou Mansion reported in horror: "Fuzun, the big thing is not good!" The Zhong family went to the governor's yamen to sue you! ”

He's not an ordinary prefect, he's the son of the head of the cabinet.

Yang Shen was actually shocked in his heart, and then after a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Let them go and sue, this mansion is worthy of it." However, if you don't come and go, you can pass on the bitter masters of the Panyu Gan family, the Li family, and the Ge family, and the mansion will be promoted to ask the case tomorrow! ”

“…… Fuzun, the porridge shed set up by Xunju people in the south of the city is the largest, and he ...... there every day," the general judge reminded him in horror.

"If you have a bitter master, you should be a messenger." Yang Shen sneered, "What? Will he immediately remove the porridge shed? ”

In the governor's yamen, Zhang Fujing already knew the situation at the yamen.

"I received the complaint first, and let them go back to listen to Hou's summons." After Zhang Fujing casually gave the order, he said to the three people in front of him, "General Jiang, Wang Zhentai, Commander Zhao, please do everything!" ”

The three of them said in unison: "The last general is commanded!" ”

Zhang Fujing picked up the "sword" and commanded in a cold voice: "Go to Zheng Mansion!" ”

On the streets of Guangzhou, the rain has not stopped.

Many people saw the governor re-equip the sword given by the Son of Heaven, and walked to the west of the city on foot, surrounded by many guards and soldiers.

No one knew where he was going, and in the Zheng family's house, Zheng Cunzhong had just finished writing a letter, and he had dried the ink with a smile on his face.

After the housekeeper took the letter and handed it to a servant, the servant left through the main entrance with the package on his back.

When he walked to the carriage and horse in the city, he was suddenly blocked by two people in front of him.

He lowered his head and tried to get out of the way, but two hands reached out in front of him.

"What are you doing...... Not! ”

The governor's guard of honor passed through the streets and alleys, and arrived at the door of Zheng Cunzhong's house in full view of everyone.

There were many small shops not far away, and many people's faces couldn't help but change, and then they left in a hurry.

Zhang Fujing patiently waited for the subordinates of Zheng Cunzhong's family to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, it was customary to let the servants pass it on, but Zhang Fujing directly raised his feet and stepped in.

The housekeeper in the front yard glanced over here, and after his face changed greatly, he greeted him with a smile: "This adult ......"

"Where is Zheng Cunzhong?"

Zhang Fujing's footsteps did not stop, and after passing through the door between the front yard and the back yard, he saw a green-shirted scholar standing up in astonishment with a book in his hand next to the courtyard in front of him.

Zheng Cunzhong was indeed stunned, he didn't know why the dignified governor came to his house in person.

In his sight, only Zhang Fujing, who was approaching step by step with the sword given by the Son of Heaven, could not see any meaning on the governor's face.

“…… The governor is here, and the students are far away to welcome ......"

"What book did Zheng Juren read?" Zhang Fujing walked up to him, showed a smile, and asked kindly.

“…… The student is preparing for the exam, and is reading Zhu Zi's four-book collection of notes...... Futai please, the humble house is shining, I don't know if I have the honor to ask Futai for teaching......"

"The sages are learned." Zhang Fujing smiled and sat down in the open-air study hall under the corridor next to him, "Ben Fu is about to test how well you are learning." ”

“…… Students are ashamed. Zheng Cunzhong was about to beckon the housekeeper to make tea, when another person walked in the front yard.

The rain-stained flying fish suit spilled water droplets during the walk, and after the man strode over, he just silently took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Zhang Fujing.

Zheng Cunzhong's eyes froze: it was the letter he had just written and sent.

Zhang Fujing smiled slightly: "The words are very good." ”

After that, he opened the envelope in front of him and took out the letter paper inside and shook it, Zheng Cunzhong wanted to stand up to stop it, but after all, he glanced at the sword of the Son of Heaven on his waist with a dry mouth.

"The Imperial History of the Left Governor of the Imperial Palace!" Zhang Fujing sighed with emotion, "You have taken the exam four times, and you have been promoted to such a high position in the same subject?" ”

Zheng Cunzhong stared at him closely.

"What about learning?" Zhang Fujing looked at him, the smile in his eyes gradually solidified and asked the chill, "Since you have to take the Ministry of Etiquette exam next year, the teachings of the sages, you should not forget a word, right?" ”