Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

When I get up around five o'clock, summer is fine, and winter is simply a huge torture. I don't know how much perseverance is needed to get out of the bed.

Although it is already winter, it is not snowing here in Pingjiang. Lin Yuan changed into cotton clothes and languidly went to eat breakfast, a bowl of porridge, a dish of side dishes and two steamed buns. Si Niang is still a cook, she The craftsmanship is average and can't be compared with the family chef, but Lin Yuan is used to eating and he is not ready to change it.

Lin Yuan was lazy, the people were not like him, but the winter days were better than in previous years, and the feelings of the poor were the deepest.

It has been more than a month since winter. This winter has not continued to cool down compared with previous years, but it has not warmed up. However, none of the states and counties under Lin Yuan's rule reported mass deaths.

In winter, what Lin Yuan fears most is to freeze people to death. The consumption of a large population will reduce market vitality. There is no other way but to supplement the population. But after several population supplements before, the merchants have almost bought people in the entire north. We have all bought out, and now there is a big population gap again, the only way is to wait for people to give birth by themselves, recuperate, and regenerate slowly.

But children are not born to be able to do things, to activate the market and enter the industry, they need at least ten years.

This winter, less than 10,000 people died from freezing, at least two-thirds less than in previous years.

Lin Yuan praised the governors and county heads of various places, and he was relieved.

Compared with Lin Yuan's situation, other places are completely different.

The lack of income for several consecutive years and the massive loss of labor have caused many peasant families to suffer fatal blows. Most of them have begun to flee, some fled to the sites under Lin Yuan's rule, and some fled to other places.

For example, Haozhou.

Without Zhu Yuanzhang, it is Sun Deya who inherits Guo Zixing now. Sun Deya is a villain. He will be able to repay him. He has many tricks and is not necessarily better than others in fighting. But he is a good player in instigating discord. In history, he died before Guo Zixing. With a flap of wings, he fell well.

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"General." The guards walked from a small step to the side of Sun Deya. At this time, they did not dare to speak. They could only wait for Sun Deya to finish the singing and dancing. Under the high platform were officials on both sides of the seat. Most of these officials were military attachés. Sun Deya was a military background. He attaches importance to this, and his staff has a lot of support, but he is unwilling to call them officials.

The dancers are graceful and graceful, with spring-like appearances, thin waists of willows, swinging like catkins in the wind, wearing only light gauze, dyed red nails, looking thin, but very plump where they should be.

Sun Deya laughed while watching, and generously asked the dancers to serve his subordinates.

He likes this feeling of reward and grace.

This gave him a sense of control over everything. The joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and food of his subordinates were all given by him.

Here, he is not the emperor, but also holds the power of the emperor.

As for Xiao Ming Wang?

Sun Deya sneered at the corner of his mouth. How could He Deya make him look down on a boy with no hair?

After the dancers stopped singing and dancing and went to serve the men, Sun Deya picked up the wine glass, reduced his smile, and said to the guard: "What's the matter?"

The guard whispered in his ears: "General, the report from the next, the people from several villages were gone last night..."

Sun Deya was taken aback: "Are all gone?"

Guard: "...starved to death, frozen to death, indistinguishable..."

Sun Deya: "How many people died?"

Guard: "There are more than 20,000..."

This is only reported, and more of it is not reported.

Sun Deya pondered for a moment: "Sell people to collect their corpses. If there is not enough food, ask people there to put food."

The guard bowed his head and said yes.

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Yangjia Village, the home of the village chief.

"Where is the food?" Yang Rong kept pacing in the house, the dry cigarette in his hand was lit, but he didn't take a puff. His sons sat on the chairs without saying a word.

Yang Rong frowned and looked sad. Although he was the village head, his family had to go to farm to support his family. Grain was harvested every year, and the harvest was not good. Not every household could get it. There are several types of land. The first-class fields are allocated to their own surnames, the inferior ones are allocated to foreigners, and the inferior ones are allocated to foreign households.

But some people in a village can't hand it in, what about others?It is impossible to wait for the person above to ask the crime.

He can only find a way to hand it over as the village head.

Enough things left to the top, but there is no grain in the village.

Last year was not like this year. This year’s tax was heavier than last year. Last year it lasted until the beginning of the spring. Obviously, this year was unable to sustain it.

Yang Rong's hands trembled a little, and the dry smoke fell on the ground: "The above asked us to put grain...Where is there grain in the granary?"

If you don't let it go, you just keep up with the people above and do the right thing. Their home will be over. If they let it go, whose food will be kept?Put their own?They don’t have enough food at home?!

Even if I eat bean dregs cakes every day, I can't survive this winter.

If you don’t have enough firewood, you can’t afford coal and carbon. Firewood seems to be easy to get. But if you cut all the trees you could cut in the past few years, if you cut deeper, you will encounter wild animals.

Yang Rong's eldest son said, "Father...or we...run."

Yang Rong’s sons were the only ones looking for his eldest brother, Ma Shou, and quickly said: "Yes, father, there is no way to survive!"

The elder said: "I heard that in Gaoyou, as long as you can grow the land, you can eat your stomach without going hungry or freezing."

"Let's go to Gaoyou, the official above can't control us."

Yang Rong: "Do you think Dad didn't think about it? Then why don't you think about it, can we run as a family? How many people are in the Yang family? Hundreds of people! So many people, how can we run? The officials are all blind! Don't you see so many of us?"

"Your second uncle, the three big masters, do you have the heart not to go with you?"

The child murmured: "My own way to survive is almost gone, who cares about them..."

Yang Rong yelled: "Absurd! I tell you! As long as I am still alive, you will rest your thoughts as soon as possible! Our Yang family can have today because of family motto! No matter where and when, the Yang family must twist a rope! Only in this way, other people will not come to bully in order to grow. Is there anyone in this world who is more credible than relatives?"

The child grew up held in the palm of his hand. He is Yang Rong’s old son. The old clam gave birth to pearls. His nickname is Zhu Zhu, so he is especially not afraid of his parents. Now he replied, “That can’t be a few hundred. People go to death together? How about you go and ask them if you are willing to provide food to help our family tide over this difficulty?"

Yang Rong suddenly lost his words.

Grain is the lifeblood of farmers. They can have nothing but food.

Yang Rong knew in his heart that if he asked the Yang family to take out the grain, they would be the first to turn their faces.

"Furthermore, last time you conscripted, didn't you think of a way to keep a few of our brothers?" Xiaoer said, "A few cousins ​​have gone, and none of the second uncle's house has been kept. Hate you!"

"Maybe as soon as I hear about this, I hope our family will die."

Yang Rong: "Beast! Shut up!"

The child is quite dissatisfied: "I'm telling the truth. You are not willing to listen. What do you want to listen to? Listen to me saying that the Yang family are all one mind now. They all listen to you as the village head. They do what you say. ?"

"I dare to say that, do you dare to believe it?"

Yang Rong couldn't catch his breath and coughed vigorously. Several sons hurried up to help him and pat him on the back.

The eldest said at this time: "Father, although what Zhu Zhu said is a little ugly, it is the same reason. Think about it again."

Yang Rong grabbed Da'er's wrist, his turbid eyes stared at this tall and strong elder son, and tremblingly asked, "Boss, do you think so too?"

Elder: "...Father, the conscription, some uncles hate us..."

Yang Rong has five brothers, and he has six in total.

Each of the five brothers has four sons, but only one.

The conscription is the same surname, that is, each surname counts as a family.

In the past few years, Yang Rong, in order to prevent his sons from being expropriated, reported every year to his brother's sons.

After leaving, no one was born, no corpse was seen, there was not even a message during the holidays, and no one knew how people were.

Brothers hate him to the bone, even the best relatives will become enemies after such things.

But Yang Rong was still hiding his ears and stealing the bell, conscious that the feelings between the brothers were still there, but they couldn't get around this curve for a while. When this curve got around, they were still as brothers as they used to be, and their relationship was broken.

The eldest said: "Father, you are selfish. Don't blame your uncle for hating you."

Yang Rong coughed heartbreakingly: "Who am I for? Who am I for?!"

Child: "Father, you are for our little family! Since it's all for survival, how can you think about our family when you recruit, but now you have to think about the whole family?"

Yang Rong: "I am the patriarch!"

The child whispered: "Not many people recognize it."

Yang Rong didn't get angry, and pointed to the child out of breath and said, "You shouldn't have been born back then! Even if you were born, you should also drown in the potty! You don't need to be at this age. Be angry with you!"

Child: "Father, we are making sense!"

The sons are all older and have their own ideas. The younger ones listen to the older ones. I don’t know when they started. They listened more to the eldest brother’s words than to be fathers. Yang Rong knew that he couldn’t say enough. People listen to themselves, the sons just find him a step down.

Yang Rong closed his eyes and said softly, "Boss, listen to you."

"You are good at taking care of your brothers in the future."

The boss replied in a dull voice: "Father, I know, brothers are united."

Yang Rong: "...Hey."

He hurt his brothers so badly that he has no face to say this to his sons.

Many villages and towns in Haozhou are all performing the same play.

Sun Deya couldn't think of how this method of benefiting and pitying the people ended up like this.