Fang Xiaoru finished his inspection and was looking for Han Du and was about to leave. However, he saw Han Du standing in the field with a handful of soil in his hand, dazed and silent.
Han Du glanced at Fang Xiaoru and sighed: "The land in Henan is too barren."
Fang Xiaoru glanced at the soil in Han Du's hand and asked in confusion: "Isn't all land like this?"
Han Du shook his head and explained: "The land of the Central Plains has been called rich since ancient times. The original land was definitely not like this. It should be darker. However, after thousands of years of cultivation, the nutrients in the land were lost and it turned into
It looks like this now.”
"What will happen if it becomes like this?" Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but wonder.
Han Du looked a little ugly, glanced at Fang Xiaoru, and then continued: "The loss of nutrients and the barrenness of the land will have the most direct impact on the food harvest. In serious cases, it is not impossible that it will even turn into a sky full of yellow sand."
"So serious?" Fang Xiaoru was shocked and asked quickly: "Then is there anything you can do?"
Han Du stared at him speechlessly and said angrily: "Do you think I am a god and can solve anything?" Han Du was so angry that he threw the soil on the ground. He turned around and left, never wanting to pay attention to it again.
Fang Xiaoru.
Fang Xiaoru suddenly laughed. He was also used to Han Du's ability to solve problems, so that no matter what happened, he thought Han Du had a way to solve it. But as Han Du said, no one is a god, and not everything can be solved.
It can be solved.
The cool breeze blows, and golden autumn arrives.
The people who have worked hard for a year can finally harvest something from the fields. Although this year's drought has led to a poor harvest, there is still some harvest. Moreover, the Ming Dynasty is such a big country, and the disasters in various places vary from mild to severe.
Like Henan, it has almost reached the point where there is no harvest, and the impact is minimal.
In any case, the severely affected areas were exempted from taxes this year by the court, and the people were able to survive despite a poor harvest.
The most difficult thing is for the imperial court. The massive reduction in taxes will inevitably lead to expenditure difficulties next year.
Han Du also returned to the capital in the cool autumn breeze. After giving orders to Lao Zhu, he returned home. After going to sea and traveling to Henan, he spent most of the past six months running around outside and returning home halfway.
He only stayed for a few days and then left.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Han Du just walked in and saw his parents sitting together and talking.
Hande just nodded as a response.
Mrs. Liu stood together in surprise, and quickly walked to Han Du, holding his hand and looking around. "My son, you are finally back. Are you injured?"
Han Du stopped his mother's hand speechlessly and sighed: "Mom, I am going to provide disaster relief, not to fight. How could I get hurt?"
"Who said that disaster relief will not cause injuries? Mom, I heard that these people who are extremely hungry are not humans anymore, they are wild animals. They are so hungry that they even eat humans. Bah, bah, bah," Mrs. Liu suddenly reacted
She came over and said something to herself. She quickly clasped her hands together, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "Lord Bodhisattva does not remember the faults, sins, sins of small people."
"I brought food to them
I'm not going to grab food from them, so why would you target me?" Han Du smiled and comforted his mother.
Of course things will not be as easy as Han Du said, and disaster relief may naturally encounter dangers. After all, people at that time would do anything for a mouthful of food, otherwise Han Du would not have brought five hundred
Go to the navy. There are five hundred soldiers equipped with revolvers, plus warships. If someone rebels, not to mention killing seven in and seven out, at least there will be no problem in escaping unscathed.
But when Mrs. Liu saw Han Du talking so easily, she took it for granted and felt relieved.
"How is the situation in Henan?" Han De couldn't help but ask.
Han Du's words just now were able to deceive the Liu family, but they could not be hidden from Han De's eyes. It was just that he did not want to expose Han Du. Since Han Du had embarked on an official career and was an earl professed by the emperor to retire from the country,
Some things cannot be avoided just because you want to. Being able to experience them in advance is a good thing for Han Du.
"Not very good," Han Du felt a little heavy when he thought of Henan.
After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind and said to his father: "The situation is very bad. Officials headed by the Chief Envoy Fengqing concealed the drought situation in Henan and ignored the reports from various prefectures and counties. Instead, they lied to various prefectures and counties.
It has been reported to the court, and it was only after the food was exhausted and the paper could not contain the fire that it was exposed. Henan has almost no harvest, and now the people have no enough to eat at all, and they can only say that they can still survive. I am afraid that until
For next year's autumn harvest, Henan will need constant assistance from the imperial court to truly overcome this difficulty."
Hearing that the people could barely survive, Han De frowned. As long as people live, there is hope. Even if it is difficult for a while, it will eventually get through.
However, thinking of the unusual behavior of Feng Qing and others, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "As the chief envoy, why did Feng Qing conceal the disaster?"
Han Du spread his hands and sighed: "Who knows? Anyway, I asked him, and in his words, it was to avoid the court's questioning and to preserve his official position. After asking several times, he insisted that this was the reason.
He is a third-grade official, and without the emperor's will, I can't do anything to him. I have no choice but to take him back to the capital and hand him over to the emperor."
"You are right to do this. Fengqing is a high official in the imperial court after all. If you decide what to do to him without authorization, once it is known to others, it will be a reason for others to attack you. You are self-taught and have no ambition.
He also knew that he would be handed over to the emperor." Han De glanced at Han Du with relief. His eldest son was really a fox. He was very measured in doing things. He didn't have to worry about it at all. He didn't know what he was doing at such a young age.
How did you develop this skill?
Uh! Of course, except for the incident of snatching a bride on the street. Looking back on that incident now, Han De can't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Han Du couldn't help but roll his eyes at his father. He was most afraid of trouble. Feng Qing looked like a big trouble. He didn't want to leave him to Lao Zhu to have a headache. Unless he was sick, he would deal with such a hot potato.
"By the way, mother, why didn't you see Jingyun?"
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she immediately said to Han Du solemnly with a proud look on her face: "Well! Your sister is highly valued by the Queen. She has been often called into the palace recently, saying that she is asked to teach mathematics. She should still be in the palace at this time.
Come here, if you come to see her for anything, she will be back in the evening, and you can see her during dinner." "What are you doing?"
Fang Xiaoru finished his inspection and was looking for Han Du and was about to leave. However, he saw Han Du standing in the field with a handful of soil in his hand, dazed and silent.
Han Du glanced at Fang Xiaoru and sighed: "The land in Henan is too barren."
Fang Xiaoru glanced at the soil in Han Du's hand and asked in confusion: "Isn't all land like this?"
Han Du shook his head and explained: "The land of the Central Plains has been called rich since ancient times. The original land was definitely not like this. It should be darker. However, after thousands of years of cultivation, the nutrients in the land were lost and it turned into
It looks like this now.”
"What will happen if it becomes like this?" Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but wonder.
Han Du looked a little ugly, glanced at Fang Xiaoru, and then continued: "The loss of nutrients and the barrenness of the land will have the most direct impact on the food harvest. In serious cases, it is not impossible that it will even turn into a sky full of yellow sand."
"So serious?" Fang Xiaoru was shocked and asked quickly: "Then is there anything you can do?"
Han Du stared at him speechlessly and said angrily: "Do you think I am a god and can solve anything?" Han Du was so angry that he threw the soil on the ground. He turned around and left, never wanting to pay attention to it again.
Fang Xiaoru.
Fang Xiaoru suddenly laughed. He was also used to Han Du's ability to solve problems, so that no matter what happened, he thought Han Du had a way to solve it. But as Han Du said, no one is a god, and not everything can be solved.
It can be solved.
The cool breeze blows, and golden autumn arrives.
The people who have worked hard for a year can finally harvest something from the fields. Although this year's drought has led to a poor harvest, there is still some harvest. Moreover, the Ming Dynasty is such a big country, and the disasters in various places vary from mild to severe.
Like Henan, it has almost reached the point where there is no harvest, and the impact is minimal.
In any case, the severely affected areas were exempted from taxes this year by the court, and the people were able to survive despite a poor harvest.
The most difficult thing is for the imperial court. The massive reduction in taxes will inevitably lead to expenditure difficulties next year.
Han Du also returned to the capital in the cool autumn breeze. After giving orders to Lao Zhu, he returned home. After going to sea and traveling to Henan, he spent most of the past six months running around outside and returning home halfway.
He only stayed for a few days and then left.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Han Du just walked in and saw his parents sitting together and talking.
Hande just nodded as a response.
Mrs. Liu stood together in surprise, and quickly walked to Han Du, holding his hand and looking around. "My son, you are finally back. Are you injured?"
Han Du stopped his mother's hand speechlessly and sighed: "Mom, I am going to provide disaster relief, not to fight. How could I get hurt?"
"Who said that disaster relief will not cause injuries? Mom, I heard that these people who are extremely hungry are not humans anymore, they are wild animals. They are so hungry that they even eat humans. Bah, bah, bah," Mrs. Liu suddenly reacted
She came over and said something to herself. She quickly clasped her hands together, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "Lord Bodhisattva does not remember the faults, sins, sins of small people."
"I brought food to them
I'm not going to grab food from them, so why would you target me?" Han Du smiled and comforted his mother.
Of course things will not be as easy as Han Du said, and disaster relief may naturally encounter dangers. After all, people at that time would do anything for a mouthful of food, otherwise Han Du would not have brought five hundred
Go to the navy. There are five hundred soldiers equipped with revolvers, plus warships. If someone rebels, not to mention killing seven in and seven out, at least there will be no problem in escaping unscathed.
But when Mrs. Liu saw Han Du talking so easily, she took it for granted and felt relieved.
"How is the situation in Henan?" Han De couldn't help but ask.
Han Du's words just now were able to deceive the Liu family, but they could not be hidden from Han De's eyes. It was just that he did not want to expose Han Du. Since Han Du had embarked on an official career and was an earl professed by the emperor to retire from the country,
Some things cannot be avoided just because you want to. Being able to experience them in advance is a good thing for Han Du.
"Not very good," Han Du felt a little heavy when he thought of Henan.
After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind and said to his father: "The situation is very bad. Officials headed by the Chief Envoy Fengqing concealed the drought situation in Henan and ignored the reports from various prefectures and counties. Instead, they lied to various prefectures and counties.
It has been reported to the court, and it was only after the food was exhausted and the paper could not contain the fire that it was exposed. Henan has almost no harvest, and now the people have no enough to eat at all, and they can only say that they can still survive. I am afraid that until
For next year's autumn harvest, Henan will need constant assistance from the imperial court to truly overcome this difficulty."
Hearing that the people could barely survive, Han De frowned. As long as people live, there is hope. Even if it is difficult for a while, it will eventually get through.
However, thinking of the unusual behavior of Feng Qing and others, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "As the chief envoy, why did Feng Qing conceal the disaster?"
Han Du spread his hands and sighed: "Who knows? Anyway, I asked him, and in his words, it was to avoid the court's questioning and to preserve his official position. After asking several times, he insisted that this was the reason.
He is a third-grade official, and without the emperor's will, I can't do anything to him. I have no choice but to take him back to the capital and hand him over to the emperor."
"You are right to do this. Fengqing is a high official in the imperial court after all. If you decide what to do to him without authorization, once it is known to others, it will be a reason for others to attack you. You are self-taught and have no ambition.
He also knew that he would be handed over to the emperor." Han De glanced at Han Du with relief. His eldest son was really a fox. He was very measured in doing things. He didn't have to worry about it at all. He didn't know what he was doing at such a young age.
How did you develop this skill?
Uh! Of course, except for the incident of snatching a bride on the street. Looking back on that incident now, Han De can't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Han Du couldn't help but roll his eyes at his father. He was most afraid of trouble. Feng Qing looked like a big trouble. He didn't want to leave him to Lao Zhu to have a headache. Unless he was sick, he would deal with such a hot potato.
"By the way, mother, why didn't you see Jingyun?"
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she immediately said to Han Du solemnly with a proud look on her face: "Well! Your sister is highly valued by the Queen. She has been often called into the palace recently, saying that she is asked to teach mathematics. She should still be in the palace at this time.
Come here, if you have anything to ask her, she will be back in the evening, and you can see her during dinner."