Zhu Junyang came back from the experimental field in the suburbs of Beijing, dusted himself off, took out a moon-white uniform from the closet, and put it on. Director Liu asked for instructions outside, and after getting permission, he hurried in.
"Master, this old slave has inquired about it. Tanggu Town is the hardest-hit area of the locust plague. After the locusts pass, not a single blade of grass will grow, nor will there be any grains of crops..." Director Liu carefully peeked at the master's expression while replying.
Zhu Junyang stopped putting on his clothes, his face became serious, and his brows were tightly wrinkled. Manager Liu suddenly felt a cloud over his head, and a suffocating dullness hit him. His waist was bent even lower, and his head was buried deeply.
"That is to say, the ten acres of corn that are about to be harvested in Dongshan Village will not be harvested?" Zhu Junyang's first thought was not whether the corn seeds could be taken back, but whether the little girl with big eyes would be worried because of this heavy harvest. Shocked and sad and desperate crying nose.
In Tanggu Town, Manager Liu was busy with his master, going back and forth between Dongshan Village and Tanggu Town. The master placed great expectations and hopes on that piece of corn, and almost watched the corn seedlings grow up day by day, jointing, earing, and filling... Miss Yu said that the young corn came down these days, and she cooked it for the master to taste. Unexpectedly, when the master returned to the capital, such a major disaster would happen. Miss Yu's promise cannot be fulfilled this year...
"Master, those corns are really a pity, but it's over, so don't be sad! Don't you still have some seeds in the warehouse? Just plant them next year!" Mr. Liu couldn't help but comfort the county prince when he saw that the county prince had been silent for a long time. with.
Zhu Junyang put on his clothes slowly, and Director Liu hurriedly stepped forward to help the master fasten his belt and tidy up his clothes. Zhu Junyang was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Dongshan Village is the hardest-hit area, what is the current food price?"
Director Liu was glad that he asked this question when he was inquiring, and hurriedly said: "It is said that at the beginning, except for the Zhou family's grain store, which increased by less than five times, all others increased by ten times and ten times. At present, the original five A catty of coarse grains has already risen to 100 Wen, and there is a limit on the number of purchases. White rice and noodles are even more outrageous. You can only buy two catties for one tael of silver... The grain reserves of many grain stores can no longer keep up. Homes will multiply and grow exponentially…”
Zhu Junyang murmured to himself in a low voice: "The Yu family's fields are used to grow corn and watermelons. In spring, an acre of grain is not planted, and they all rely on buying grain for food! How can that girl who is interested in money be willing to spend a lot of money to buy it?" Food? There are so many people in the family, the food is already stretched, right?"
Thinking of the thin figure with thin arms and legs, Zhu Junyang frowned even tighter. Next time I go to Dongshan Village, will I see a scrawny little hungry man
"Director Liu, transport two carts of grain from Zhuangzi, and send it to Yu's family in Dongshan Village first. Just say that the master will be there in a few days. Don't feel guilty or worry about the corn. No one can stop the natural disaster. Tell Tanggu County Order, let him maintain the order of Tanggu and the surrounding villages, and don't mess it up. The imperial court will introduce disaster relief policies as soon as possible. If the food is for a period of time, the food for disaster relief will be in place soon. Also, let Fang Xun Immediately start the fleet and go to the south to purchase food. For the money, first use the money from the master’s private house to top it up!” Disasters are often accompanied by riots, and the Yu family is recognized as a wealthy family in Dongshan Village. They are a family!
Director Liu looked at his master hesitantly. The court didn't say anything, but the master ordered the fleet to go to the south to collect food. Will it arouse suspicion from the higher-ups, saying that he intends to buy people's hearts
Zhu Junyang glanced at Mr. Liu, knowing what he was worried about, waved his hand at him, and said, "Go and do it first, I'll go to the palace!"
In the imperial study, Emperor Jianwen summoned all the ministers to discuss disaster relief. After several years of recuperation, although minor disasters continue every year, Jiangnan, the granary of the Ming Dynasty, has always been in good weather and the treasury is still full. Most of the locust plagues occurred along the coast this time, with a wide range and serious disasters, and it was on the eve of the spring harvest, making it hard to prevent the disaster!
"Your Majesty, please see the King of Yangjun!" The Chief Steward quietly walked to Emperor Jianwen and whispered in his ear.
Zhu Junfan waved his hand: "Let him in!"
"I ask for orders to go to Tanggu Town for disaster relief, and I hope the emperor will approve!" Zhu Junyang's face was stern, and his cold eyes showed deep worry.
Zhu Junfan said regretfully: "Junyang! The corn in Dongshan Village will be harvested in more than half a month, right? You can go there and see how much corn the Yu family has snatched up. Tell me my will, even if the corn There is no harvest, and the Yu family is also a hero of the Ming Dynasty."
"My lord, please activate the fleet and support the disaster relief!" Zhu Junyang continued to speak with the worry in his eyes slightly dissipated.
For the sake of the people of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Junfan did not refuse to agree. With a swipe of his pen, an imperial decree was thrown to him: "Yes, the treasury approved millions of disaster relief funds, and appointed Yang County King as the Minister of Disaster Relief to be fully responsible for disaster relief matters. See this imperial decree." If I come here in person, no one can delay the disaster relief for any reason, otherwise, it will be decided!!"
"Sir, take the decree!" Zhu Junyang walked out of the imperial study room with arrogance and arrogance holding the bright yellow imperial decree.
All the ministers looked at the tall and straight figure of Yang Jun Wang with mixed feelings. Those who were a little more graceful sighed in their hearts: Young people are awesome. Those who are jealous secretly hate the emperor's favor and trust in Yang Jun Wang, and hope that he will mess up the disaster relief.
Undercurrents surged in the court, and the seventeen-year-old Yang Junwang became a popular person around the emperor. It was less than half a year after returning from overseas, and he was entrusted with an important task. It seems that the focus is on training him! Some people began to have a conscious relationship with King Yang.
The king of Yangjun is indifferent, and he doesn't care about anyone? It doesn't matter, doesn't he have a father named Prince Jing? It's always right to make friends with Prince Jing's mansion! The king of Yangjun is about to leave Beijing for disaster relief, but can't find him? Just a small matter, hasn't Princess Jing returned to Beijing? Lady diplomacy is still very useful!
At this time, the King of Yangjun didn't know and didn't want to know these things. He transferred a batch of grain from his subordinate Zhuangzi, and personally led a team of guards to escort it to the direction of Tanggu Town.
After receiving the imperial decree, under the command and leadership of Fang Xun, the fleet set off for Jiangnan to purchase food for disaster relief that day. Fang Xun followed Yang Junwang to the Western Ocean for a tour, not only opened his eyes, but also became an official and a noble when he came back. He was promoted from a fifth-rank knight guard to a fourth-rank commander, and he was promoted by two ranks at once. Although he encountered a lot of risks at sea, Fang Xun tasted the sweetness of being with the king of Yangjun in seeking wealth and danger.
Hearing that the king of Yangjun was fully responsible for the disaster relief this time, and that he was appointed to purchase disaster relief food, which was also highly recommended by the king of Yangjun, he was deeply moved, and naturally he cheered up and prepared to make some achievements, so as to live up to the king of Yangjun Trust in his recommendation!
King Yangjun escorted two carts of grain, and on the way to Tanggu Town, he encountered many refugees fleeing from the disaster. Fortunately, the grain truck was disguised as a vehicle for transporting coal, and it was guarded by strong guards, so there were no complications.
For fear of wasting time, King Yang ordered to bypass Fucheng and come directly to Tang Ancient Town. Three days later, the grain transport vehicles also did not enter the town, and turned to the official road to Dongshan Village.
When the group arrived at Dongshan Village, it was just in time for dinner, and from a distance, the smoke from Dongshan Village was rising. The king of Yangjun saw that the situation in Dongshan Village was better than other villages along the way. He thought that the villagers had saved some money selling seafood, and with Linhai, they could find some food no matter what. Yang Junyang's heart was raised all the way, and then he gradually let go.
Because of the locust plague, Rongxuan Academy is already on vacation. Little Shitou, who has nothing to do at home, takes Liu Fangping, a little friend, either up the mountain to catch locusts, or go to the sea to pick up seafood, and also find time to review the tasks assigned by Mr. Xi. Life is busy. And full.
"Brother Stone! There is a team of officers and soldiers coming over there, it seems they are going to our house!!" Liu Fangping caught a locust and put it in a cloth bag. When he looked up and saw the team dressed up as guards, he yelled loudly. up.
Xiao Shitou straightened his waist, squinted his eyes and looked at the convoy, and said with a little worry: "The one walking in front seems to be the little county king. I wonder if we will be punished for harvesting corn in advance!"
"However, if we don't collect it in advance, we will all be eaten by locusts! We have harvested so much corn, we should be rewarded!" Thinking of the scene of rushing to collect corn day and night for two days, Liu Fangping was also busy. I can't help you a lot, and some small things like running errands are still useful.
Little Shitou was not in the mood to catch locusts anymore, he carried the bag and said to Little Fang Ping, "Go! Go home and have a look!!"
The convoy headed by Zhu Junyang had already arrived in front of Yu's house under the curious and timid eyes of the villagers of Dongshan Village. In the shack outside Yu's house, the business of buying seafood was still going on, and there was a long queue in front of the shack, and Yu Hang and Yu Jiang, uncle and nephew, were busy weighing and making settlements.
Seeing the convoy stop in front of his house, Yu Hang sneaked up to look up, hurriedly stopped what he was doing, and went up to salute with his uncle.
Zhu Junyang turned over from his horse, threw the reins to the waiter next to him, nodded at the two of them and said: "Excuse me." Then he walked towards the courtyard unceremoniously.
Those who sell seafood are mostly people from Dongshan Village. When the locust plague came, every family suffered losses to some extent. Fortunately, they stopped working on the dock for two days, and soon returned to normal. Some of the middle-aged laborers went to the dock to find work. More villagers lead their families to dig sea intestines and collect sea oysters, earning some money every day. The price of food has risen again, and the deposits in their hands are getting less and less. The villagers have to plan for the future.
There were also quite a few people from the outer villages who came to Yu's house to buy seafood. Seeing the presence of King Yang, they asked in a low voice, "Who is this? He looks even more impressive than the rich man in the town..."