The amber liquid flows in the white porcelain bowl, which is pleasing to the eye.
Magu wine is a specialty of Fuzhou. It is brewed from clear mountain springs and good glutinous rice. It is also mixed with more than 20 herbs. It is warm and nourishing, soothes the muscles and activates blood circulation, clears the brain, refreshes the mind, expels wind and strengthens the bones.
Wine, in traditional Chinese culture, is also a form of health care. One cup a day, and avoid drinking too much. Over time, it will naturally achieve the effect of strengthening the body and bones.
From a jar of wine, each person could only share one or two. Xie Jin smelled the aroma of the wine and looked intoxicated. Tie Xuan drank it all in one gulp, and then sipped his lips as if he didn't taste anything.
"A waste of natural resources!" Xie Jin said disdainfully, "This is just slowly... Hey, old iron!"
Exclaimed, Tie Xuan grabbed the other person's drink with his big hand, raised his neck and drank it all, wiped his mouth and said, "Drinking makes you tired?"
"You..." Xie Jin was speechless.
Although the wine was good, Zhu Yunxi had no intention of drinking it.
He said to Yi Cheng, "Come here, I have something to ask you!"
"Sir!" Yi Cheng came over respectfully, bent down and said, "What are your orders?"
"I heard that a few days ago, Fuzhou's failure to provide relief to the victims led to a civil riot. Now tens of thousands of people are gathering on the mountain. Is this possible?" Zhu Yunxi asked coldly while sipping the fish soup.
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"This... Sir, this official is just a messenger..."
At this moment, a piece of Jinyi Xiaowei's dental plaque was thrown on the table. He Guangyi snorted coldly, "You just say what the adults ask you. What's the point of hesitating? If I don't tell you now, I'll take you to jail if I'm angry."
, it depends on whether you say it or not?"
"Sir!" Yi Cheng was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed and said, "The villain said, the villain said!"
The Jinyiwei were the emperor's personal soldiers, and even the prime minister arrested and killed him. He, a small postman, really couldn't afford to offend him.
"Then tell me about the causes and consequences of the Fuzhou disaster. How did the government deal with it? How did they get the victims to gather!" Zhu Yunxi put down his bowl and sat down with a golden sword and said.
"The flood came so suddenly. The victims from the four surrounding counties rushed over. Those who had no food or drink wanted to go to the city to beg for food. But Fuzhou City did not have much food in stock, and the people of Fuzhou also needed to eat."
"The prefect ordered us to raise food for relief while keeping the four doors closed. In the next few days, the number of victims will increase. The food from above has not yet arrived, and the porridge factory outside the city does not have enough food every day."
"How many porridge factories are there in total?" Zhu Yunxi suddenly asked, "How many meals a day!"
"One!" Yi Cheng hesitated, "Just one meal a day."
There were disaster victims in four counties in Fuzhou, and they continued to flock to Fuzhou. There were tens of thousands of victims.
How can you manage only a porridge factory? In this kind of disaster year, once people get together, it is difficult not to cause trouble. And it is only one meal a day. If it is organized by the local government, it is okay for everyone to have it, but if the old, weak, sick and disabled rob
Failure to do so will lead to disaster.
Zhu Yunxi said with a cold face, "Keep talking!"
Yi Cheng swallowed, "Then one day a few young and strong men who were extremely hungry got into a quarrel in the porridge factory. They said they didn't have enough to eat and that the government didn't care about their lives, so the officials slaughtered a few of them on the spot.
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"Who would have thought that the victims would start a riot now, but it was the prefect who came forward and said that the disaster relief food from the court would be arriving soon, so he calmed them down!"
"On the third day, the food from the court really came. But the porridge factory still only provided one meal a day. Carloads of food were transported into the city, but they were not used for relief. The victims refused to agree. How many victims were there?
The leader of the militia archers robbed a grain truck on the spot and stole a lot of grain!"
"Zhang Shan deserves to die!" Zhu Yunxi slammed the table and said angrily.
The magistrate of Fuzhou is named Zhang Shan. He was elected in the fourth year of Hongwu. The official assessment of his more than 20 years of official career showed no outstanding achievements, but he also had no faults.
But I didn't expect that this person would be so comatose. Disaster relief starts from the grassroots level, organizing government personnel to separate the victims, ensuring their food rations, and actively providing compensation to make the place stable.
He didn't do anything right. Not only did he not do it well, but he also made the victims angry and failed.
It's a bit ironic to say that throughout the ages, he is not the first such foolish official, but he is not the last either. There are usually five people, but when something goes wrong, all of them will be paralyzed.
"Sir!" Yi Cheng looked at Zhu Yunxi and whispered, "Actually, Master Zhang is a good official!"
"What's good about him?" Zhu Yunhe asked in surprise.
"As soon as the Fuhe River burst, the prefect organized the people to go to the river embankment and stayed there day and night." As he said that, Yi Cheng looked at the guards around him and mustered up the courage to say, "Masters of the Jinyi Guards, Zhang
Your Excellency is a good official and an upright official!"
"How can a good official handle things like this?" Zhu Yunxi sneered, but immediately thought of something.
Zhang Shan, the prefect of Fuzhou, was transferred to Fuzhou as the prefect in April this year. He was transferred at the same level. The assessment of the Ministry of Civil Affairs also said that Zhang Shan was an honest official. The local inspection censors had a record of failure. When Zhang Shan took office, he only brought his family and a few
A servant and a mule cart.
Moreover, Yi Cheng said that Zhang Shan has been on the river embankment since the Fuhe River burst. So who is in charge of the relief? Who is in charge of distributing rations to the victims?
Could it be that there is some secret behind it?
Zhu Yunxi was suspicious and continued to ask, "Do you know the origin of Wang Musheng, the thief who robbed the disaster relief food?"
Yi Cheng is a very well-informed person in the local area, and it can even be said that there is some connection between black and white.
"Back to my lord, I heard that he used to be an archer in the country militia!"
The militia is a grassroots armed force organized by the gentry in the Ming Dynasty. It is a common people in peacetime. If there is a war, it will obey the command of the government.
Most of these militiamen are brave and fierce people in the countryside, but they are quite famous in the countryside. The south is different from the north. Most of the south has one village and one surname. The clan power is strong, and the surrounding villages have been intermarried for generations. These people are very united.
Whenever there is a dispute with outsiders, these militiamen who are aggressive and aggressive often take the lead. Southerners seem to be honest and docile, but when their interests are touched, their folk customs are the most violent. There are endless armed fights between villages and villages.
"Then how many people did Wang Musheng bring to rob the grain truck?" Zhu Yunxi asked again, "Tell me carefully if you know the joints."
"This..." Yi Cheng began to hesitate again, cold sweat slowly broke out on his head, and his expression was extremely tangled.
He knows something, but he dare not say it!
Zhu Yunxi winked at He Guangyi, who slapped the table and said, "Look up!"
Yi Cheng was so frightened that he looked at him tremblingly.
"Are you literate? Look at what's written on my waistband?" He Guangyi took out the ivory waistband directly from his arms.
"The commander of the Jin Yiwei army..." Yi Cheng muttered intermittently.
"I am the emperor's personal soldier. Even if the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi comes, I will not piss on him. If you know anything, just say it, I will keep you safe. If you dare to fool me, hehe! I won't take you to prison.
, eat some prison food!”
(During the Hongwu period of the early Ming Dynasty, there were no governors in each province, and the largest official was the Chief Secretary. At that time, governor was a general term, which mostly referred to local inspections on behalf of the emperor. For example, Zhu Biao once inspected Shaanxi.)
Zhu Yunxi also said, "Tell me, there will be a reward if you agree!" Then he waved his hand, and Liao Yong behind him took out a palm-sized golden cake and placed it directly in front of Yi Cheng.
Yi Cheng was obviously very troubled in his heart, but when he was greeted, his eyes were the most vicious. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. If he said it, he might be in trouble in the future, but if he didn't say it, he would be in trouble now.
After struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, Wang Musheng turned out to be a security guard at the porridge factory. That day when the porridge factory was releasing grain, he saw that the grain was mixed with some sand, so he made some irrelevant gossip!"
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Yunxi asked, "Hesitating, say it quickly!"
"Wang Musheng said that these black-hearted officials dared to mix sand in the grain for disaster relief!" Yi Cheng wiped the sweat from his head and continued, "He just wanted to talk about it, but he didn't expect that someone would turn around and tell the Yamen class.
head."
"That day, four government officials took him into a prison in the city and whipped him twenty times. If his relatives hadn't used the money, he might have died in there. So after he came out, Wang Musheng gritted his teeth and said,
I simply took a few sworn brothers and robbed the grain truck."
"Just because of one word, the government officials arrested people and put them in jail?" Zhu Yunxi was furious. "Just because the people complained, the government officials arrested people and executed them without permission? It's a big joke in the world! Unheard of! What they did,
People can’t tell?”
"Tsk, tsk, what a great official authority! According to the Ming Law, innocent people cannot be punished, and the government is not allowed to arrest or detain without authorization. Is this Ming Law still a king's law? Is it a fucking piece of paper for wiping your ass?"
The more Zhu Yunxi talked, the angrier he became. The old man could not sleep all night long because of the disaster in Jiangxi. He used the reserve military rations and the money at the bottom of the treasury to make the disaster over as soon as possible and let the people suffer less.
Unexpectedly, not only did this local official fail to understand the court's painstaking efforts, but he became even more mean and arrogant. Where did he care about the people's hearts? Where did he care about the national law?
Is this simply the government forcing the people to rebel?
At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the inn.
With a swipe, the weak guards all unsheathed their swords, cocked their crossbows, and quickly formed a battle formation, protecting Zhu Yunxi by their sides.
"Who is coming?" Fu Rang shouted at the door.
"My envoy to the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province is Yuan Qing!"
"Comrade Li Tai from Fuzhou."
"I am the general judge of Fuzhou, Zhang Yi."
"See His Royal Highness the Imperial Envoy King Wu!"
The drizzle outside was filled with the sounds of official obeisances, and the hostess in the lobby was stunned. He looked at Zhu Yunxi in disbelief and almost fainted.
"You...are the imperial envoy?"
Xie Jin smiled and said, "You, the Yi Cheng, will brag a lot in the future. This is His Royal Highness, King Wu, the direct grandson of the emperor, and he is the imperial envoy who came to Jiangxi to preside over disaster relief!"
"God!" Yi Cheng exclaimed, and then kowtowed repeatedly, "I have seen King Wu live a thousand years, I..."
"You are very good. I will keep everything you said today in mind. Don't be afraid, no one will dare to wrong you!" After saying that, Zhu Yunxi turned around and said, "Tie Xuan, show me the Imperial Envoy's Day flag!"
"Yes!" Tie Xuan responded, and then he took out the imperial envoy's flag from the bag and packed it up.
Holding the imperial envoy's banner, he walked to the door and said, "The imperial envoy King Wu Qiansui has arrived!"
It was raining, and dozens of officials knelt down in the muddy water in the yard of the post station.
Looking at the flag representing the emperor, I said, "Long live my emperor!"
Then, he saw Zhu Yunxi walking to the door and said, "King Wu is a thousand years old!"
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It’s Chinese New Year, it’s Chinese New Year, I put on new socks and new pants this morning.
This chapter has been completed!