The great drought in the north of the Great Qianhe River, the relief of the imperial court was unfavorable, and millions of people were displaced, so they had to go to other places to survive in order to survive. Liu Jing was ordered to go to Hebei to provide relief to the victims.

After receiving the imperial edict, Daliang Lingyin immediately mobilized grain and grass as quickly as possible, and as soon as Liu Jing, the imperial historian, arrived, he immediately went to Hebei.

Because there is a gallop, the speed of the army is very fast, the army first crossed the Yellow River, and then continued to the north, the army went all the way north, and it took only five days to come to Hebei.

Handan.

In the land of Hebei, thousands of miles of red land, everywhere you pass, the farmland is barren, and countless cracks like tortoise shells appear on the earth. The trees on both sides of the road have long since died, and the trees are even more slippery, and all the book covers have long been gnawed away.

There were also a large number of dead people next to the road, and seeing the starvation everywhere, Liu Jing's face was heavy and his brows were furrowed.

"Doctor Yushi, Doctor Yushi, there's a living one here." At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted with a scrawny child in his arms.

Liu Jing hurriedly stepped forward, only to see that the child was already dying, and he was hungry and only had one breath left.

"Hong'er, hurry up and get the mash!"

"Yes." An attendant hurriedly fetched the water bag and carefully fed it to him. After drinking some mash, the boy finally regained some strength, ate some more, and fell asleep again.

The convoy moved forward again, and by the evening, the boy had finally recovered.

"Child, where's your father?"

"Dad gave me and my mother food, and I starved to death."

"Where's your mother?"

"My mother is starving to death! My mother starved to death with my brother! ”

"Where's your land?"

"It's sold, it's sold to Zhang Daguan."

"How much did it sell?"

"A hundred pounds of bread."

“.” Liu Jing was silent for a moment and continued to ask.

"Didn't the government distribute food?"

"It's done."

"Why are you starving to death when you have distributed food?"

"I gave out 50 catties of millet and then 50 catties of wheat bran, and I ate them all."

"Why did you get the bran?"

"I don't know."

An emaciated child gulping corn porridge. Over the years, because of the increasing population, many people have divided their families to distribute their land, and most of these people only have 10 acres or 20 acres of farmland.

Although these farmlands can feed the people, they cannot save any money and food. In the event of a major drought, it will go bankrupt. This kind of family is very common in the Central Plains of Hebei. Guanzhong is better, because Guanzhong is close to Hexi, and many people migrate to Hexi and Hehuang Valley.

The boy quickly finished the corn porridge and carefully placed the cake in his arms.

Seeing the child's movements, obviously he hadn't eaten enough, but he still put away the remaining cakes, Liu Jing asked with some confusion: "Child, why don't you eat it?" ”

The child carefully put away the bread and said, "My father said, you should keep some for the next meal, after you are full, you will be hungry and wait for the next meal, it is not easy to starve to death." ”

After the child, he wondered why his father left something to eat at every meal, and why he starved to death. But he didn't know that all the food left by his father was given to him and his mother.

What was it like to starve to death, my father seemed to be asleep at the time, he couldn't wake up, he slept so soundly, he shouldn't be hungry.

The mother carried her brother around with her, and finally after one night, she never woke up, and her brother fell asleep with her. He didn't know why his mother left with his younger brother and left him here alone. But it's good to fall asleep, and my brother doesn't have to scream that he's hungry.

The child told the story of the family in a childish accent, the guards next to him trembled slightly, a trace of sadness appeared on their faces, and the soldiers around him were silent. An embroidery envoy next to him was even more angry, and the horsewhip in his hand was drawn against the tree next to him, directly breaking the trunk.

Liu Jing was silent for a moment, rubbed the child's head and said, "Child, what is your name?" ”

"Zhang Gouwa."

"The Name"

The child said: "My mother said, it is easy to get angry when you are cheap, just like the weeds on the side of the road." ”

Liu Jing sighed slowly, as a doctor of imperial history, although he was not a jade food since he was a child, but his family also has hundreds of acres of fertile land, which is a branch of the Liu family, because he is talented and intelligent, and has a talent for reading, so he was supplied by the family, sent him to the county school to study, and invited a famous teacher to tell it.

This has not happened at all.

The convoy escorted grain and grass, continued to move forward, and soon came to Handan. When I arrived outside Handan City, I saw that a large number of grass huts had been built in Handan City, and all the people gathered in the grass huts.

Outside the hut, there were more than a dozen cauldrons, and groups of people were lining up to receive food.

Seeing this scene, Liu Jing stopped directly, and then led people to the porridge shed. I saw that the porridge was thin, and there were no human figures in it, and it was not just corn and wheat bran that were cooked in it.

Liu Jing frowned, stretched out his hand directly, picked up a handful of chopsticks and inserted them into the pot, only to see that the chopsticks were inserted into the water and immediately floated.

"The imperial court decree that the porridge shed of the victims needs to stand up and not fall, the chopsticks float, and the heads fall to the ground!"

"Noble, noble, don't care about me, Ling Yin gave these corns, and I can't help it!" The official in charge of the porridge shed next to him hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Get up, know it's none of your business, Handan Ling? Go and call Handan Ling! ”

"The villain will go, the villain will go!"

As he spoke, he saw the man rushing toward the city. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, I saw several officials hurrying over.

Liu Jing didn't wait for him to salute, and asked directly: "Changping is always stocked with food, why do hungry people need to drink this gruel?" ”

"And there is a lot of wheat bran in this gruel, where does the grain go?"

"Shangguan, the grain is here, and there is no food in Chang Ping." Handan Ling sighed and said, "As for those wheat bran, I asked them to exchange for grain. There is not enough food to eat, so it can only be replaced with wheat bran. ”

"What about the grain? There are at least 500,000 stone of grain in the imperial court's regular closing position, how can there be none? Liu Jing said angrily.

"And this porridge, as a Handan order, you are also from the school palace, you should know that the law of Daqian is strict, the iron law of the imperial court, the porridge shed is porridge, the chopsticks do not fall, the chopsticks float, and the head falls to the ground!"

"Shangguan, the food is gone." Handan Ling smiled bitterly.

"Someone, take this person down and take care of it!" Liu Jing ordered directly.

"Yui!" The guards next to him immediately stepped forward to take down the Handan order.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jing sent people to the convoy to get food, immediately re-boiled the porridge, and then sent the remaining grain into the city.

(End of chapter)