Several people responded: "Your Highness, we are all here."
Zhu Bai asked: "When you came here, where did it rain and what was the situation like?"
Then those people answered one after another.
"Suzhou has also had rain for several days and is already in danger of flooding."
"Songshan and Jiaxing are also flooded. Farmland is flooded."
"The same goes for Huzhou."
Zhu Biao's brows furrowed more and more as he listened: These places are all grain-producing places. If it rains all the time, sowing will be missed.
Zhu Bai said: "When you go to various Guanya Bureaus and see those selling these medicinal materials and grains, buy them. The grains are stored in the Guanya Bureau warehouse. The medicinal materials are shipped to Changzhou Guanya Bureau, and everyone in Suzhou and Hangzhou is asked to prepare some of their own.
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Then he made a list, including: honeysuckle, forsythia, nepeta, platycodon, isatis root, fried almonds and so on.
Ask each escort to copy it carefully and take it with you.
Zhu Biao followed silently. After listening to Zhu Bai's words, he asked: "Twelfth brother, this is..."
Zhu Bai grinned: "Be prepared, don't use the best, just in case you need to use it."
Zhu Bai also ordered the official tooth bureaus and inns in Su, Jia, Chang, Hu and other places to temporarily close their doors to thank guests from tomorrow and strictly guard against death.
If the victims of the disaster gathered in the city, they would open the doors of the mansions they had acquired through previous residential survey and house the victims in the name of the prince.
Someone asked worriedly: "Your Highness, if this happens, these houses will be made dirty."
Zhu Bai said calmly: "Even if we don't open the door, the victims will rush in if they are forced. It will not be good then. It is better to open the door and let them live. We can clean it after the disaster is over."
The next day, the rain still showed no sign of stopping.
Zhu Biao was worried and Zhu Bai discussed: "How about we take the rain gear and leave. Waiting like this is not an option. Let's go to Changzhou first."
Zhu Bai: "The weather is quite cold. I'm afraid that my brother's body won't be able to bear the rain. If he gets sick, it's not bad. If he has to rush, it's better to go back to Yingtian."
He was worried that the victims would mutiny like last time.
And after great disasters there will be great epidemics.
It is easy for them to enter the epidemic area, but it is difficult for them to come out again.
He did not dare risk the safety of the heirs to the empire.
The more Zhu Bai thought about it, the more worried he became, so he grabbed Zhu Biao's hand and said, "Brother, really, let's go back."
Zhu Biao: "No, we have only been out for a short time, how can we go back?"
Zhu Bai: "A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. You have the future of the Ming Dynasty on your shoulders."
Zhu Biao: "Because I am the future king, I must be with the people at this time, rather than avoiding them."
Zhu Bai had a headache.
Zhu Biao was educated by Song Lian and others and was generally a bit pedantic and stubborn.
It is difficult to persuade this kind of person, because he will expand some small moral principles into big moral principles and think that he is right.
For example, now, what is the use of Zhu Biao running to the disaster area?
At most, they help with porridge and medicine.
If famine and plague really happened, he wouldn't be able to control it, and he would still make trouble if he wanted to.
If something happens to him, Zhu Yuanzhang will kill everyone who still has hope to survive.
Moreover, without the heir, the entire Ming Dynasty will fall into turmoil and all life will be in ruins.
It’s not the people in these four places who are suffering.
The key is, if Zhu Biao dies right now, his life as a roast chicken will not be advanced.
Zhu Bai thought for a while and said, "I heard Master Liu say that when a general directs a war, he always decides to win from a thousand miles away and makes plans based on the strategy."
It's just that Zhu Biao couldn't listen to what he was telling Zhu Biao right now.
He couldn't go against Zhu Biao, after all, Zhu Biao was the prince.
Since Zhu Biao believed in Liu Shengun so much, he could only persuade him in the name of Shengun.
As expected, Zhu Biao hesitated and thought for a while before answering: "Yes."
Zhu Bai: "So we don't have to go into the middle of the disaster area. It's easier to command from the periphery and we can see the situation more clearly."
Zhu Biao nodded: "That's what my twelfth brother said."
Zhu Bai: "This place is low-lying. If there is water accumulation, it will be difficult to get in and out. It is better to return to yesterday's inn."
Even if you can't persuade him to respond to the sky, you should try to stay away from the disaster area.
To put it bluntly, Maoshan Station is only one day away from Yingtian.
If it really doesn't work, it would be easy to force Zhu Biao back.
Zhu Biao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "Okay, then I'll listen to my twelfth brother."
Zhu Bai knew that he had turned a corner, but his pride did not allow him to respond so quickly.
Zhu Bai and the others braved the rain and walked back, and before dark, they arrived at Maoshan Station again.
Come to think of it, I left at a high speed just yesterday, and I came back at a high speed today.
It’s really a twist of fate.
After dismounting at the door, through the dense rain curtain, I could still vaguely see the large tomb at the foot of Maoshan Mountain opposite.
A row of Japanese sword handles were hung densely on the wall of the inn.
When the wind blows, the handle of the knife hits the blue stone with a "snap, snap, snap" sound.
It seemed like there were countless people taking pictures of the city wall.
When Zhu Biao thought about how densely packed the courtyard was with corpses that day, he felt so frightened that he didn't even eat a few bites of dinner.
Zhu Bai knew that he was afraid, so he deliberately said something different: "Brother, I heard that the Taoist priests from Maoshan are very powerful. Is this the case?"
Zhu Biaoqiang cheered up and replied: "The Taoist temple on Maoshan Mountain has Sanmao Zhenjun as its founder. It is the birthplace of the Shangqing Sect and is called the 'Shangqing Zongtan'. Why are you suddenly interested in Taoism again?"
Zhu Bai replied: "I have always heard people talk about the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Now the leaders of Confucianism and Buddhism have become my masters. The only one missing is Taoism. Besides, my father admired Taoism very much and even worshiped the Zhenwu Zhang Sanfeng. I always want to understand
All at once.”
Zhu Biao: "It's not difficult. When things here are over, we can go to the Taoist temple on the mountain to sit. Or we can ask the current leader of the Shangqing Sect, Zhang Zhenren, to come to the palace and give us a sermon."
After dinner, Zhu Bai told the station to keep Zhu Biao's stay here secret.
Just a short time after they arrived, the road below was already flooded with water.
Think about it, the inn station was much lower than here last night. Isn't it flooded now?
Going further, the closer you get to Taihu Lake, the lower the terrain becomes.
Zhu Biao couldn't help but secretly feel scared: Fortunately, he listened to Zhu Bai's words and retreated.
Ying Tian was even more nervous.
In Su, Jia, Chang, Hu and other places, there were constant heavy rains and there were signs of waterlogging. Zhezi were sent to Zhu Yuanzhang in a steady stream.
Lao Zhu was very depressed: There was a drought last year and a flood this year. Is God deliberately joking with us?
In the morning, Lao Zhu arranged six departments to prepare disaster relief supplies.
Liu Bowen hurriedly came out: "The prince and King Xiang are on their way to Suzhou. I beg the emperor to call them back to prevent any unexpected events."
Lao Zhu nodded: "Don't panic. It's better to let the prince handle these matters."
In fact, Lao Zhu had already received secret reports from Zhu Bai and Zhu Biao last night.
Zhu Biao begged Lao Zhu to let him stay there for a few more days so that he could provide disaster relief and bring peace to the people.
Zhu Bai told Lao Zhu not to worry. He had already secured Zhu Biao at Maoshan Station and would be back in a few days.
