0382 [Add a few handfuls of sand to the porridge]
It's noon.
Under the scorching sun, more than 100 officials passed through the Xuande Gate all the way and headed towards the main hall of Yanfu Palace.
Stepping on the bluestone slab carved with entwined floral patterns, the hearts of the officials were agitated and their faces were excited.
Once upon a time, how could they, a group of lowly officials, be qualified to step into the imperial city and enter the Hajj.
Even if he can enter the palace, he will follow behind Shangguan and help get some official documents and accounts, how is it different from a minion?
And now, times have changed.
County Magistrate Han is here, and he wants to share the world with the officials!
Passing through the heavy palace gates, the group became more and more excited.
Walking into the main hall of Yanfu Palace, a tall and heroic figure came into everyone's eyes.
"I've seen Your Majesty!"
Hundreds of officials bowed and shouted in unison.
His Majesty shouted with sincerity and sincerity, and his voice was full of emotion.
"No courtesy."
Han Zhen raised his hand falsely.
Hearing this, everyone got up one after another.
Looking around at the crowd, Han Zhen slowly spoke: "In the second year of Duangong, Chen Yiqing, a subordinate of the Zhongshu Sect, participated in the imperial examination privately, and ranked fifth in the first class with Zhou Yi's pedantry, which was the first case of Xu officials participating in the imperial examination in the Zhao and Song dynasties. It can be seen that the knowledge of the officials is not weaker than others. β
Zhao Guangyi was furious when he learned about it, and said: The establishment of the section level, waiting for the scholars, how can the officials be allowed to rush in and steal the name of the department! He ordered that Chen Yiqing be pursued and punished, that he be acquitted, and that he should be relegated to this bureau, and that Xu officials would be strictly prohibited from participating in the imperial examination in the future. Since then, the officials have been completely reduced to lowly people, and they will never be able to turn over. β
As a Xu official in Tokyo, many people know about Chen Yiqing.
At this moment, when Han Zhen mentioned it again, his faces showed indignation.
Han Zhen asked, "Do you think this matter is fair?" β
"It's not fair!"
Hundreds of officials shouted in unison.
Han Zhen nodded and said: "I also think it's unfair, I do the most tiring errands, but I take the most meager salary, the officials bully, the people curse, and the descendants can't raise their heads." β
Every word speaks to the hearts of these officials.
At this moment, in the eyes of these officials, Han Zhen is simply closer than his father.
"He Jun, a person from Linzi, has been a Xu official for three generations, and is currently the magistrate of Shouguang County. Qi Meng, a native of Yidu, once served as a household Cao Xu official, and is now the ...... of Jimo Zhi County"
Every time Han Zhen read a person's name, the eyes of these officials brightened.
After reciting the names of more than a dozen people in a row, Han Zhen paused, and said loudly: "There are not many promises I can give you, only two points, to improve the treatment of Yulu and open up the channels for promotion, as for whether you can live as a person, leap into the dragon gate, and serve as an official, it is all up to you, understand?" β
"Understood!"
The officials shouted again.
Han Zhen nodded with satisfaction and chuckled: "You and the others are all senior officials of the provincial and ministerial monasteries, and they know how the department operates well. Now there is an opportunity, it depends on whether you can grasp it, all the officials of Zhao and Song have been dismissed by me, and countless vacancies have been vacated, and you will be temporarily appointed as a waiter in various departments for a period of three months. If you can pass the assessment, you can become a regular official, if not, then you can't complain about others. β
"Under my rule, the capable go up, and the mediocre go down."
The officials only felt shortness of breath, their faces turned red, and their hearts were so excited that they bowed again: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" β
Han Zhen Zhengse said: "Now that the capital is chaotic and the people's hearts are unstable, I hope to settle down as soon as possible, don't let me down." β
The officials shouted: "Weichen (lowly) must do his best to live up to the king's grace!" β
"Go ahead."
Han Zhen waved his hand.
A group of officials walked out of the hall with excited expressions, and one by one they were full of wind and spirit.
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He Li's movements were very fast, and in the afternoon, he set up disaster relief soup kitchens in the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest of the outer city.
On Nancheng West Street.
Under the makeshift grass hut, a large cauldron emitted bursts of heat.
Hundreds of students were holding bowls and gobbling up porridge.
Chen Dong grimaced and scolded: "The victims haven't eaten yet, but you have eaten first." β
Hearing this, the faces of the students were ashamed.
A student sneered, "Senior Brother Chen, we are so hungry that if we don't eat some porridge to pad our stomachs, I'm afraid that if we don't take a few steps, we will faint on the side of the road." β
Someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, we are so hungry that we can't even hold the pen steadily, how to save the people." β
There are many scholars, and the grain is purchased once every three days.
First the Jin people besieged the city, then Han Zhen, Taixue has been out of food for several days, and these students are so hungry that their eyes are dizzy, almost no different from the victims.
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Chen Dong was silent for a while.
The cook who was cooking porridge on the side persuaded: "Chen Xianggong, you can also eat some." β
"Okay."
Chen Dong nodded, took the rice porridge, and ate it in three or two bites.
A bowl of rice porridge went down to the stomach, and the stomach suddenly warmed, and the whole person was finally refreshed.
"Chen Xianggong has another bowl."
As the cook spoke, he picked up the wooden spoon and was about to add another bowl to him, but saw Chen Dong waving his hand: "One bowl is enough, I will eat one more bowl, and the victims will eat one less bowl." β
Putting down the bowl, Chen Dong instructed the students: "After you finish eating, you will go to the various chambers to publicize." β
"Okay."
The students nodded their heads.
The students who can come to help, except for some people with ulterior motives, are mostly aspiring young people, and their minds are full of ideas to save the world and help the people and leave their names in history.
It's naΓ―ve, but it's full of blood.
After eating the porridge, the students went to inform the refugees in twos and threes according to the divided area.
In a short time the people came.
These people were so hungry that they had to be helped to walk, and some of them were so hungry that they couldn't even walk, and they had to be carried by the students.
Under the command of the three squads, the people lined up in several long lines.
The food for disaster relief came from the army.
However, there is not much food in the army, and the grain from Shandong will only arrive in a few days, so for the time being, each person can only receive one bowl of porridge per day.
It's not much, but it can save a life.
The officials of Kaifeng Mansion lined up, spread out the paper and pen, and recorded them one by one.
At the same time as the disaster relief, a census was conducted by the way.
There is a guarantee to testify with the neighbors, and it is not allowed to be fake, so as to prevent some people from receiving porridge repeatedly.
"Name."
"Zhang Agui."
"Age."
"Thirty-seven...... No, thirty-eight. β
"Thirty-seven or thirty-eight?"
"It's like thirty-eight."
"Which compartment, which lane, and how many people are in the family?"
Since it is a census, it is natural to be detailed.
In order to receive porridge, these people also know everything and say everything.
"Next."
After remembering, Chen Dong waved his hand.
The next moment, a chubby figure appeared in view.
Seeing this, Chen Dong frowned slightly: "I know you, your family lives in Pig Killing Alley." β
"That's right, Xiang Gong has a good memory."
The middle-aged fat man smiled and nodded.
Chen Dong asked: "Your family is well-off, and now that the rice shops are open for business, the price of grain is still 30% lower than before, so why do you come to grab porridge with the victims if you don't buy grain?" β
The fat man had already dealt with it, and shouted: "Xianggong, where is this, if it weren't for the disaster, who would come to receive the disaster relief food." My house was robbed by Qiu Ba, and now I haven't eaten for two days. Don't look at me as fat, but it's all empty, I've been like this since I was a child, and I'm fat when I drink water. β
Just listening to his neutral voice, it doesn't look like he's been hungry for two days.
Chen Dong knew that he was making things up, but he couldn't refute it for a while.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Chen Dong asked, "Name!" β
"Xu Dayuan."
After asking, Xu Dayuan received a bowl of rice porridge.
After taking small sips, he left leisurely with his hands behind his back, humming a little song in his mouth.
The official on the side reminded: "Chen Xianggong, this Xu Dayuan is lying. β
"I know."
Chen Dong nodded.
The mind of these people is to have a cheap advantage and not take advantage of the bastard.
A bowl of porridge for nothing, who doesn't want to.
Whether an extra bowl will cause a refugee to starve to death is none of their business.
An afternoon passed, and Chen Dong found that there were thousands of people like Xu Dayuan.
There are thousands of people in one urban area, and there are 20,000 or 30,000 people in the entire four urban areas of the outer city.
"It's hateful!"
Chen Dong slammed his fist on the wooden table, his face indignant.
Some officials proposed: "Chen Xianggong, it's better to let the fast squad arrest the head tomorrow and arrest all these people." β
"No."
Chen Dong shook his head.
Twenty or thirty thousand people, how can they be caught.
Moreover, disaster relief is a good deed, but if people are arrested, under public opinion, I am afraid that many real disaster victims will be afraid and dare not come to receive porridge.
In the evening, after the porridge shop closed the stalls, the students went back one after another.
Chen Dong and the officials went to Kaifeng Mansion to make a business.
In the hall of the government office, the officials in charge of the other three districts had already returned first.
Zhao Ding was still dressed in the same clothes, with sackcloth and shoes, and there was a faint smell of corpses on his body.
He Li asked, "How?" β
Chen Dong had a gloomy face: "There are more than 38,000 people who came to receive the porridge today, and about 5,000 of them are from well-off families, but they also came to grab the relief food of the victims. β
Hearing this, Xu Han stroked his beard and said, "The same is true of Dongcheng, which this official is responsible for. The grain was temporarily seconded from the army by His Majesty, and the quantity was not much, how could it withstand such a toss? β
He Li sighed: "People's hearts are not ancient. β
At this moment, he saw Zhao Ding smile slightly, and said unhurriedly: "This matter is difficult to say, and simple to say." β
"What's the explanation?"
Chen Dong asked hurriedly.
Zhao Ding said after a while: "Just add a few handfuls of sand when you are boiling porridge." β
"It's just nonsense, rice porridge is a life-saving ration for the victims, how can it be added to it......"
Chen Dong looked indignant, and as he spoke, he suddenly paused.
After figuring out the joints, he bowed down and said, "Chen Dong has been taught!" β
He Li applauded: "Yuanzhen is a talent!" β
Zhao Ding shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's just a helpless move, it's just a real disaster victim." β
Following.
Early in the morning, the four urban districts outside the city began to give porridge again.
It didn't take long for Xu Dayuan to come again.
Under the fine brocade robe, the belly is high and bulging, like a pregnant woman who is seven or eight months pregnant.
Xu Dayuan asked with a smile: "Chen Xianggong, do you still need to register today?" β
"No need."
Chen Dong waved his hand.
Xu Dayuan pretended to say: "It's easy to do this, quickly give me a bowl of porridge, but I was woken up by hunger several times last night, and my heart felt like a fire." β
Soon, the cook handed over a bowl of porridge.
Rice porridge made from coarse grains such as corn, millet and soybeans does not look good, and there are a lot of wild vegetables in it, so it looks green.
The sand is hidden in it, and it is impossible to find it.
After taking the rice porridge, Xu Dayuan blew a few breaths of cool air before taking a sip.
As soon as I took two bites, I heard a grunt.
Immediately afterward, there was a piercing pain in the teeth.
"Phew!"
Xu Dayuan spit out the rice porridge in his mouth and shouted, "Why is there so much sand in this rice porridge?" β
Chen Dong said coldly: "Even if it is relief food, some sand is not common?" I can't save my life, and I still care about the sand. β
Yes, the refugees are starving to death, who cares if there is sand or not?
"This ......"
Xu Dayuan's face was stunned, looking at the rice porridge in his hand, he couldn't eat it, and he didn't eat it.
Chen Dong stared at him with a pair of eyes, and the fast shift catchers who maintained order on the side also showed a fierce light in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, Xu Dayuan had to grit his teeth and continue to drink porridge.
He didn't dare to chew for fear of getting his teeth, but even so, the sand made his face distort as it passed through his throat.
After drinking rice porridge in three or two sips, Xu Dayuan covered his mouth and fled.
And those real refugees are in stark contrast to him, even if there is sand in the porridge, they still eat sweetly.
Because, this is life-saving food!
(End of chapter)