The people of Rongguo have been living unsatisfactorily in recent years. Grain harvests have decreased, and in some places there are even no grains. In order to survive, people can only leave their homes and hope to find a way to survive in another place.
Countless people have changed from landless poor to wandering refugees.
The place that is rich in grain is none other than Jiangnan. However, the land in Jiangnan is not rich in grain, but most of it is shipped to various places.
And even if there is a lot of food, it cannot be used to feed these refugees.
You must know that once this food is distributed to these refugees, more refugees will be attracted. If we cannot support these refugees by then, I am afraid it will also cause a series of problems.
Officials from Jiangnan and other places were so honest that they organized and distributed some food, but they were so disgusted that they closed the city gates in front of them and saw nothing.
Unable to find a way out in the prosperous land south of the Yangtze River, many refugees came to the imperial capital together.
The imperial capital is at the feet of the emperor, so it stands to reason that the court should face them seriously and find a way to give them a way to survive.
However, the old emperor turned a deaf ear to them, and most of the people who had a surplus of food in their families these days were corrupt officials.
If he is a corrupt official, why would he give them white rice for free?
He's not a corrupt official, he has limited assets and a meager salary, so he can't help much.
These refugees relied on the little old rice distributed by the court to chew tree bark and eat grass roots... They survived the harsh winter, but they lived a very hard life.
The news sent by Baili Xixi spread quickly.
Countless poor people in ragged clothes swarmed in, crowding the road in front of Prince Dongrong's palace that could accommodate two carriages running parallel to each other.
The news is still spreading, and more people are coming here.
Huan Xiaokong was sitting on the roof. He saw Baili Xixi kindly handing bowls of porridge to the poor who came to receive food.
"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it, don't be in a hurry, there is still a lot of porridge..."
"Come on, kid, I'll give you two steamed buns. Follow your mother and don't get separated..."
"Don't grab it, everyone, there are a lot of steamed buns and porridge... Every day from now on, Dongrong Prince's Mansion will provide everyone with a free meal..."
Is this useful? Huan Xiaokong propped up his chin, and when he turned his head, he happened to see Yiduo directing several male servants and setting up several stoves.
No food was cooked in these stoves, all were used to cook medicine.
Baili Xixi gently handed the boiled medicine to a thin woman with a sallow complexion. She said: "It is most common to catch a cold in spring. If you are sick, come and drink a bowl. Children, especially, will come and drink a little. After drinking the medicine, they will
Drink porridge..."
On that day, the largest teahouse in the imperial capital was popular all over the world and was packed with guests as always.
In the bustling lobby on the first floor, there were two men in their forties, whispering to each other with mysterious faces.
The man in green clothes said: "Hey, have you heard? Princess Dongrong went to court today and scolded the prime minister and Yushi Zhang until they fainted."
The man in gray across from the man in green said, "You've heard about it too."
The man in green tsked his tongue twice, "Princess Dongrong is really fierce..."
"What a shrew, she is just a shrew." The man in gray glanced left and right, with a look of disdain on his face and a high-pitched voice, "Prime Minister Chen is older than her father. He has been an official for decades, and he has toiled hard even without credit.
, was actually accused by Princess Dongrong
Smell your nose and scold offal, livestock..." The people of Rongguo have been really unsatisfied in recent years. The grain harvest has decreased, and in some places there are even no grains. In order to survive, people can only leave their homes and hope to find a way to survive in another place.
Countless people have changed from landless poor to wandering refugees.
The place that is rich in grain is none other than Jiangnan. However, the land in Jiangnan is not rich in grain, but most of it is shipped to various places.
And even if there is a lot of food, it cannot be used to feed these refugees.
You must know that once this food is distributed to these refugees, more refugees will be attracted. If we cannot support these refugees by then, I am afraid it will also cause a series of problems.
Officials from Jiangnan and other places were so honest that they organized and distributed some food, but they were so disgusted that they closed the city gates in front of them and saw nothing.
Unable to find a way out in the prosperous land south of the Yangtze River, many refugees came to the imperial capital together.
The imperial capital is at the feet of the emperor, so it stands to reason that the court should face them seriously and find a way to give them a way to survive.
However, the old emperor turned a deaf ear to them, and most of the people who had a surplus of food in their families these days were corrupt officials.
If he is a corrupt official, why would he give them white rice for free?
He's not a corrupt official, he has limited assets and a meager salary, so he can't help much.
These refugees relied on the little old rice distributed by the court to chew tree bark and eat grass roots... They survived the harsh winter, but they lived a very hard life.
The news sent by Baili Xixi spread quickly.
Countless poor people in ragged clothes swarmed in, crowding the road in front of Prince Dongrong's palace that could accommodate two carriages running parallel to each other.
The news is still spreading, and more people are coming here.
Huan Xiaokong was sitting on the roof. He saw Baili Xixi kindly handing bowls of porridge to the poor who came to receive food.
"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it, don't be in a hurry, there is still a lot of porridge..."
"Come on, kid, I'll give you two steamed buns. Follow your mother and don't get separated..."
"Don't grab it, everyone, there are a lot of steamed buns and porridge... Every day from now on, Dongrong Prince's Mansion will provide everyone with a free meal..."
Is this useful? Huan Xiaokong propped up his chin, and when he turned his head, he happened to see Yiduo directing several male servants and setting up several stoves.
No food was cooked in these stoves, all were used to cook medicine.
Baili Xixi gently handed the boiled medicine to a thin woman with a sallow complexion. She said: "It is most common to catch a cold in spring. If you are sick, come and drink a bowl. Children, especially, will come and drink a little. After drinking the medicine, they will
Drink porridge..."
On that day, the largest teahouse in the imperial capital was popular all over the world and was packed with guests as always.
In the bustling lobby on the first floor, there were two men in their forties, whispering to each other with mysterious faces.
The man in green clothes said: "Hey, have you heard? Princess Dongrong went to court today and scolded the prime minister and Yushi Zhang until they fainted."
The man in gray across from the man in green said, "You've heard about it too."
The man in green tsked his tongue twice, "Princess Dongrong is really fierce..."
"What a shrew, she is just a shrew." The man in gray glanced left and right, with a look of disdain on his face and a high-pitched voice, "Prime Minister Chen is older than her father. He has been an official for decades, and he has toiled hard even without credit.
, Princess Dongrong pointed at her nose and scolded her as a bastard and an animal..."