After more than a month of drought, the rain did not fall until June. Fortunately, it was a hot season, and refugees from all over the country flocked to the area without freezing to death on the roads. When the refugees gathered outside Luoyang, large households outside the city gave out porridge and relief.
, has always been the case. Although the trend of luxury has spread, the Central Plains still retains some traditions of responsibility.
Relying only on the people, gradually there were more people and less rice, and deaths from starvation and illness still occurred.
The game between the two major groups was intense, and the central government no longer paid attention to this aspect. Even if it was mentioned, no important ministers would care. Only Wang Yun and Lu Zhi, at Ye Qing's request, wrote to the Empress Dowager He about the matter.
At this time, there was no rain for a long time, steaming up the ground, making the ground hot and sweating profusely. Lu Zhi was reporting, and his wording was somewhat clever: "... Once the epidemic spreads hundreds of miles, the city will be destroyed."
Affected, the elderly, weak, women and children are susceptible to the disease..."
Queen Mother He changed her color, looked at her young son, and asked in a deep voice: "What good advice do you have?"
Wang Yun and Lu Zhi looked at each other and thought to themselves that as expected, Lu Zhi saw this and stopped talking. Wang Yun said: "Please use the six methods. One is to set up a camp for the victims and register the people. The other is to
The third is to set up special relief and control the food supply. The third is to isolate each camp and keep it clean. The fourth is to use work as a relief and re-drench the Sili water network..."
The Queen Mother He half understood what she heard, and looked at everyone below: "Do you have any objections?"
No one said anything, and most of the ministers were speechless in their hearts, secretly laughing at the fact that they didn't care about big things at this critical moment, yet they brought up such a trivial matter.
Whoever wants this, just give it to him
Seeing that no one objected, Queen Mother He made her decision: "According to this, Wang Qing, you will handle this matter."
This article was submitted to Wang Yun for implementation, but how could Wang Yun accept this errand? To put it more clearly, it was just a matter of spitting. Now the two major groups are confronting each other, so there is no time.
He then said: "This submission was submitted by the Cavalry Commander Liu Bei. I am just passing it on. Since the Queen Mother has the order, it would be better for the Cavalry Commander to be responsible for it."
As he said that, he looked at Liu Bei, did you cause this matter, or should you solve it yourself? Of course, Wang Yun agreed to this matter, not without benefits. These few provisions actually temporarily controlled some of Luoyang's security forces.
"Oh?" Queen Mother He looked over and saw Ye Qing turning out in the far corner of the palace and bowing: "Your Majesty, Liu Bei is here."
"Then Liu Qing will handle it."
"Yes" Ye Qing accepted the order. Although he did not have a clear position, he had a lot of power for temporary assignments.
Ye Qing then often went to the refugee camp and came back very late every day. The painstaking look on his face was definitely not out of perfunctoryness.
After years of famine, the Changping warehouse of the imperial court was actually empty, but if it could be squeezed in, Jian Yong was sent to work as a lobbyist for various clans, completely playing the role of a beggar.
Under the promotion of some well-intentioned people, many people consciously or unconsciously, the scholars could not help but ridicule Ye Qing: "What a newly promoted refugee camp Guannei Hou"
Ye Qing came to the shed and saw ten sheds with large pots lined up in a row, all full of rice porridge. Some people were stirring the rice porridge with long-handled spoons.
Ye Qing stepped forward and smelled a musty smell. He couldn't help frowning and asked Jian Yong, "Can it be eaten?"
"I can eat, but I'm hungry in a blink of an eye." Jian Yong sighed: "Each family provides little, so this is the only way. Besides, these refugees can't have enough to eat."
Ye Qing understood this meaning and sighed as he came out of the shed. He was giving up the porridge to save lives. He could not let the victims eat better than the ordinary people in Luoyang. In this case, the whole city of Luoyang would come to eat.
Moreover, when the refugees are full, they will cause trouble.
Continuing forward, I saw someone and asked, "Where are you from?"
One of the victims replied: "Sir, we are from Dongqiu County."
Ye Qing was startled and said: "Dongqiu, how many people are there in your county?"
"There were more than three hundred, and they came from several nearby villages. There were originally more than five hundred, but now these are the only ones left.
"Do you want to go back to your hometown?"
"I thought...but there was a bandit army at home and there is no one left."
"well"
Ye Qing stood up and stood at the entrance of the shed, squinting at the hungry people. Jian Yong complained a little, but Ye Qing just smiled: "We are for the refugees, what are we if we are not beggars? It's just... we can do it if we do a little bit.
⊥Hundreds of people can survive, so why bother with this little energy..."
The face of the unknown villager flashed before his eyes again, asking Zhou Ling: "Is the little girl okay?"
"Fortunately, she is very well-behaved..." Zhou Ling's eyes brightened slightly, with a soft luster.
When Jian Yong saw it, he fell silent and sighed in his heart: "This is my lord..."
I heard Ye Qing say: "Actually, the method of farming that I mentioned before is the integration of farmers and soldiers. Taking this opportunity, I want to try it again..."
Hearing the union of farmers and soldiers, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei pricked up their ears. Ye Qing quickly said: "I can't do this now in the imperial court... Speaking of which, I hope you can learn a little bit from us.
If you can use the method, you can preserve your vitality to the maximum extent... Well, let's talk about the details..."
In such a day-to-day situation, the refugee camp is struggling to survive. It is hard to see how many people have gathered together, and it is hard to see how effective this persistence is.
Some people in the main world said: "Dong Zhuo is here and setting fire to Luoyang is not the end of the world. Why would the No. 2 Lord do this?"
"You can't guess what the second-placed man is thinking... Let's take another look."
But more people were silent.
Chengdong, a hotel
Many people who were close to the aristocratic family refused to speak again during the banquet and quickly left. Yu Fan showed no emotion or anger on his face, and his attitude was gentle as he stood up to see them off.
A young man with white powder on his face raised the cup, drank it, and turned the bottom of the cup over. He stood up and left. He handed his hands and said goodbye. He said apologetically: "Last time I used the Taiping Road, I still missed it. Our Zhang family was angered and suffered a lot of losses."
Xiao, it’s really difficult to continue, Brother Yu Haihan..."
"I can understand, but I am dragging everyone down." Yu Fan sighed and watched these people leave. He knew that these aristocratic families had consumed a lot of their friendship. It might be okay to do other things, but it would be difficult to deal with Ye Qing if they contacted again.
, you have to pay a big price.
It seems that I can only press the button this time... Many vassal families think so, or avoid Yu Fan's gaze, or politely persuade: "Sir, a stinging dragon can't scare you."
"You are right." Yu Fan exhaled a sigh of relief and said to everyone: "It's okay to miss this time. There are plenty of opportunities when the princes challenge Dong. We will see the outcome on the battlefield."
Then he looked at the newly arrived scholar: "What do you think, Mr. Zibu?"
This scholar was calm and elegant, his surname was Zhang Mingzhao, and his courtesy name was Zibu. He did not answer the question, but only clapped his hands and smiled: "My lord, if you fight hard this time, you will be able to sweep across the east of the Yangtze River when you return. I just sat back and watched what happened in the Central Plains. Why worry about not having the opportunity for the Northern Expedition?"
These words touched the hearts of everyone, and they all agreed: "Mr. Kou's strategy is still so sharp...
Another thought came to mind: "How many times have the Yu family been suppressed by the Ye family, and our vassals have suffered a lot of losses. If the geographical location in Jiangdong was not so good this time, would we still dare to make a bet?"
"What if it doesn't happen?" A trace of gloom flashed through everyone's mind and they quickly shook it off: "No, it's impossible. With our group, Sun Jian will have more favorable geographical conditions and people than in history. Just wait for the right time... Just according to history
To develop, all the princes in the Central Plains and the north are fighting fiercely, how can there be no good time?"
"As long as we follow the steps, we will win the world in this world."
After these people left, Yu Fan changed his expression and said, "Humph, this group of wallflowers and more than a dozen families are willing to go out of their way to get credit for it."
Mr. Kou was startled when he saw Yu Fan suddenly changed his face and his voice was stern, but he quickly calmed down, raised his hand to Yu Fan and said, "My lord, you are serious."
"They all have their own foundation. Although they are not county magistrates, they are also important households in the county. This is the foundation. The lord's governance, connections, and reputation all depend on them."
"My lord, this time, they all sacrificed, and some of them are direct heirs. They are already uncomfortable. If we squeeze them again, I'm afraid it will chill their hearts."
Yu Fan had a sneer at first, but gradually became quiet as he listened, and finally turned pale. After being silent for a while, he sighed and said, "I was reckless, but I was worried."
"My lord, are you worried about this Ye Qing?" Mr. Kou also sighed: "The general and the ten permanent servants are at odds with each other, but this person did it by being injured. This is like sitting on a mountain and watching the fight between tigers."
"Now throughout the city of Luoyang, there are refugees singing praises to Liu Bei, the clan member of the Han Dynasty. They saved lives even though they were injured, and went to every powerful house to beg for help for the refugees. Their reputation is far-reaching."
"At this time, Han virtue has not declined, and the refugees are hoping that the Han Dynasty can save the people from the fire and water."
"At this time, the emperor did not come forward, but a member of the Liu family came forward. People have spread rumors that this person must be the one who saves me."
"This is to take Hande into oneself - and this public opinion spreads so fast, I don't believe there is no one to promote it. This kind of city is really in danger."
Yu Fan's face became paler as he listened, and he smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's why I'm so worried. Ye Qing is only eighteen years old, so how can he be so profound?"
"Now that Ye Qing is the Marquis of Guannei and the Commander-in-Chief of Cavalry, and he has gained such prestige, I am afraid that he will catch up with my family in a short time - unless this son dies, I will not be able to live happily ever after."
The General's Mansion was filled with singing and dancing.
Cao Cao was shocked when he heard the news. He was the grandson of a eunuch, and it was in the north of Luoyang that he started his career as a captain.
There are four lieutenants in Luoyang, namely the east, south, west and north divisions. In the upper realm, they are Uncle Jian Shuo, who is in charge of civil security in the northern part of the imperial capital and sets up a five-color stick to beat prisoners to death. From the perspective of the governor, although this is a political
Speculation, but also qualifications in civil affairs.
Even if the eunuch group was demoted to the local area, they still had to be promoted clearly, so he became the magistrate of Dunqiu County.
"This son has been transferred to the county magistrate three years ago. This is to attract people and cultivate reputation. Does he want to be the prime minister or the prefect?" Even Cao Cao frowned when he thought about it: "It's a pity that he is allowed to take advantage of Wang Yun.
Line, it will be difficult to suppress it again... No, there is another chance."
"It's just, do you want to do it? If this step continues, it will be completely intense." Cao Cao frowned.
Even if you are the governor, it is difficult to kill a second-ranked official without reasonable reasons, especially one who has not yet joined the system.
After wandering for a few steps, Cao Cao's eyes gradually turned cold.