Chapter 947 Donating food, a successful conclusion
An older craftsman wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, although these residences are simple, the materials used are of the best quality, and the structures are carefully designed to withstand normal wind and rain weather.
Please rest assured, Your Highness."
After Zhu Biao heard this, he felt a little relieved, but he still did not forget to warn: "This is very good, but we must always pay attention to inspection and maintenance to ensure the safety of the victims. When conditions permit in the future, we will build stronger houses for them."
The craftsmen nodded one after another, expressing their determination to do their best. Zhu Biao chatted with them for a while, learned about some details in the construction process in detail, and gave corresponding guidance and suggestions.
As the sun set in the west, Zhu Biao ended his busy day and returned to the temporary resting place. He sat in front of the case and carefully reviewed the disaster reports and reconstruction progress collected from various places by the dim candlelight.
Every time he read a report, his heart became heavier and more determined.
In the dead of night, Zhu Biao gently put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his sore eyes.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Biao got up early, faced the rising sun, and started a new busy day. He shuttled between various disaster areas, personally inspected the distribution of relief materials, and talked cordially with the victims to understand their actual needs.
and difficulties. At the same time, he is always paying attention to the progress of the river dredging project to ensure that every work can be carried out smoothly.
During an inspection, Zhu Biao met Uncle Li, an elderly disaster victim. Uncle Li held Zhu Biao's hand tightly with tears in his eyes: "Your Highness, you are really a living Bodhisattva descending to earth! We thought this life was over, but there is no such thing."
I think that one day we can rebuild our home."
Zhu Biao smiled gently and consoled him: "Uncle Li, you are serious. This is the responsibility of the court and the wish of each of us. As long as everyone works together, there will be no obstacles that cannot be overcome."
Uncle Li nodded repeatedly, with hope shining in his eyes: "With His Highness's words, we feel relieved. We will definitely obey the court's arrangements and work hard to rebuild our homeland."
Zhu Biao and Uncle Li talked for a long time, and they reluctantly said goodbye until the sunset. Looking at Uncle Li's stooped but firm back, a warm current surged in Zhu Biao's heart.
"Your Highness, it's getting late. Let's go back and rest early." The attendant on the side reminded softly. Seeing Zhu Biao standing there for a long time without moving, he couldn't help but offer words of advice.
Zhu Biao came back to his senses, sighed softly, and nodded: "Okay, let's go back. However, before going back, I want to visit the temporary shelters again to ensure that the victims can sleep peacefully tonight.
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The attendant quickly agreed and followed Zhu Biao to the temporary settlement site for the victims. Night had fallen, and the temporary tents and simple houses looked particularly warm under the dim light.
"Your Highness is really kind and kind, and we can't thank you enough." A middle-aged woman took Zhu Biao's hand and said with tears in her eyes. Her husband died in the flood, leaving her and several years old.
The young children depend on each other for life.
Zhu Biao patted the back of her hand and comforted her gently: "Sister-in-law, the dead are gone, but the living are like this. You still have a long way to go, so you must be strong. The court will not give up on you, and I will always pay attention to you.
The situation here remains until you completely rebuild your homes."
When he left the resettlement site, the night was already dark, and the moonlight was shining like water on the winding path. Zhu Biao walked back to the temporary resting place under the moonlight, but his heart could not be calm for a long time. He sat in front of the case and wrote down what he saw today.
I am going to present my feelings to my father Zhu Yuanzhang early tomorrow morning to let him know the true situation of the disaster area in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Biao got up early, had a simple breakfast, and then summoned the accompanying officials to prepare for a new day of disaster relief work.
"My lords, our main task today is to continue to distribute disaster relief materials and ensure that all victims can be properly resettled." Zhu Biao stood in front of everyone, his tone was firm and powerful, "At the same time, the river dredging project must also be accelerated.
Lay a solid foundation for long-term flood control."
All the officials nodded in agreement and went away. Zhu Biao personally led a team to the depths of the disaster area to check the distribution of relief supplies. Everywhere he went, he carefully asked the victims about their needs to ensure that nothing was left out.
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During the visit, Zhu Biao met a young mother. She was holding a baby in her arms and her eyes were full of worry. "Your Highness, our family has run out of food and the child is still so young. I really don't know what to do."
Do it." She choked and said.
Zhu Biao quickly comforted her: "Madam, don't worry, the court will never let you starve. I will have people deliver food to you right now." After saying that, he immediately ordered the accompanying officials to deliver the food here as soon as possible.
In the hands of a mother.
Seeing that Zhu Biao was so concerned about the suffering of the people, the accompanying officials were all moved. They worked harder, hoping to do more for the victims.
In the afternoon, Zhu Biao held a meeting in the temporary command tent to listen to the work reports of various departments. Mr. Zhang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Revenue, first spoke: "Your Highness, after recent days of hard work, we have distributed most of the relief materials. Currently, the disaster areas
The supply of food and clothing is basically stable."
Zhu Biao nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, Mr. Zhang, thank you for your hard work. But we still cannot take it lightly. We must continue to pay attention to the supply of materials to ensure that there will be no shortage."
Then the official in charge of the river dredging project reported on the progress of the work: "Your Highness, we have cleared many severely silted rivers so far, and the progress of the project is in line with expectations. However, due to continuous rain, some of the cleared rivers have become silted again."
Zhu Biao frowned upon hearing this: "This problem must be solved as soon as possible. We can consider increasing drainage facilities to ensure that the cleared river channels will no longer be quickly filled with rainwater."
Zhu Biao was sitting in a simple and improvised command tent, his brows furrowed but his eyes extremely firm.
"Mr. Zhang, do we have enough reserves for the subsequent supply of grain?" Zhu Biao looked at Mr. Zhang, the Minister of Household Affairs, with an unquestionable seriousness in his tone.
Mr. Zhang stood up quickly, raised his hands and replied: "Your Highness, don't worry, we have ordered all localities to urgently allocate food to ensure continuous supply in the disaster area. At the same time, we are also discussing with the local gentry to encourage them to donate food to meet the urgent need."
Zhu Biao nodded and expressed approval: "Very good. Food is the foundation of disaster relief. We must ensure that every grain of food can be delivered to the victims without any mistakes."
At this time, a young official in charge of giving porridge came forward with a slightly nervous expression: "Your Highness, when we were giving porridge today, we found that some victims had difficulty coming to receive it in person due to limited mobility. We are worried that if things go on like this, they may not be able to do anything for them.
Continue."
Zhu Biao frowned even more when he heard this. He pondered for a moment, and then ordered: "Immediately organize manpower to deliver porridge to the doorsteps of the victims who have difficulty moving. At the same time, we must also pay attention to the lonely elderly and children to ensure that they are properly taken care of."
The young official took the order and left. Zhu Biao turned to the civil affairs official: "Master Li, how is the progress of the resettlement of the victims? We need to ensure that every victim has a place to stay."
The civil affairs official bowed and replied: "Your Highness, Weichen has arranged for personnel to build temporary residences in various places, and try to use existing resources, such as schools, temples, etc., as temporary shelters. At the same time, we are also actively coordinating with surrounding unaffected areas.
The remaining houses are provided for temporary housing for disaster victims.”
Zhu Biao nodded, with some relief in his eyes: "Very good, Mr. Li, you need to personally supervise the resettlement work to ensure that every link is fair and transparent, without any slack."
After the meeting, Zhu Biao did not take a rest immediately, but decided to go to a resettlement site for the victims in person to check the actual situation. He put on simple clothes, mixed in with the victims, and personally experienced their lives.
In a temporary shanty town, Zhu Biao saw a group of children sitting around a fire, looking longingly at the boiling gruel in the pot. Their faces were full of hunger and helplessness, but their eyes still flickered.
With a desire for the future.
Zhu Biao walked to the children, squatted down, and asked gently: "Children, are you hungry? The porridge will be cooked soon. Please wait patiently."
When the children saw Zhu Biao, they gathered around him. Some held his hand and some nestled in his arms. A little girl said timidly: "Thank you, uncle, we haven't had a full meal in a long time."
Zhu Biao felt sour in his heart and quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid. Uncle is here and I won't let you go hungry anymore. The imperial court will definitely help you rebuild your home and let you live a good life."
At this time, a middle-aged woman came over with a bowl of hot porridge and said with tears of gratitude: "Your Highness, you are truly a living Bodhisattva! Our whole family is grateful."
Zhu Biao took the porridge bowl and fed it to a little boy next to him with his own hands. As he fed it, he said softly: "Sister-in-law, this is what we should do. You are the ones who suffer, so you must live strong."
After feeding the porridge, Zhu Biao stood up and said to the victims around him: "Don't worry, everyone, the court will not give up on you. We will continue to work hard until everyone can rebuild their homes and live a stable life."
Hearing this, the victims fell to their knees one after another, with tears in their eyes and full of gratitude. Zhu Biao quickly helped them up and comforted them with gentle words: "Fellow folks, please get up quickly. The imperial court is with you.
Let’s tide over the difficulties together. We must not only solve the immediate problem of food and clothing, but also help everyone rebuild a beautiful home.”
At this time, an old man stood up tremblingly, his voice a little hoarse: "Your Highness, I dare to ask, what are the long-term plans of the imperial court for this post-disaster reconstruction?"
Hearing this, Zhu Biao looked at the old man firmly and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, old man, the court has a detailed reconstruction plan. We will first ensure everyone's housing problems, build more sturdy temporary residences, and gradually repair the damaged ones."
Houses. At the same time, efforts will be organized to thoroughly dredge and reinforce the river to prevent future flooding."
After hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the old man's eyes, and he nodded repeatedly: "That's good, that's good. With His Highness's words, we feel much more at ease."
At this time, a young woman plucked up the courage and stepped forward with a hint of sobs in her voice: "Your Highness, my man died in the flood, leaving me and several children behind. We are orphans and widowed.
, how will you spend your days in the future?"
Hearing this, Zhu Biao felt sad in his heart. He comforted softly: "Sister-in-law, the dead are gone, but the living are like this. The court will not leave you alone. We will provide you with necessary life assistance, including food, clothing and temporary supplies."
Accommodation. At the same time, we will also try our best to find new sources of livelihood for you to ensure that you can be self-sufficient."
After hearing this, tears welled up in the woman's eyes, but the despair in her eyes was gradually replaced by hope. She bowed deeply and said gratefully: "Thank you, Your Highness, and the court. We will live strong and rebuild our country."
home."
Zhu Biao nodded, glanced gently at every victim present, and continued: "Folks, although the disaster has cost us a lot, as long as we unite as one, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. The imperial court will always stand with everyone.
Let’s face the challenges of the future together.”
Later, Zhu Biao asked the victims in detail about their other needs and difficulties and recorded them one by one. He promised to bring these issues back to the court and try his best to get more assistance and support for everyone.
Before leaving the shantytown, Zhu Biao once again told the accompanying officials: "You must ensure that every disaster relief material can be delivered to the victims in a timely and accurate manner without any negligence or omission."
Zhu Biao stood in the center of the shantytown, looking at the victims in front of him, his eyes full of determination and tenderness.
"Folks, I know you are all going through a very difficult time, but please believe that neither the court nor I will give up on you." Zhu Biao's voice was warm and powerful, penetrating every bit of coolness in the cold wind, "We will
Continue to increase disaster relief efforts to ensure that every victim can receive proper resettlement and necessary help."
After the disaster relief work was successfully concluded, Zhu Biao and his party set out on their way home. As the motorcade slowly drove into the capital, people on both sides of the street stopped and cast their eyes with admiration and gratitude. Zhu Biao had mixed feelings in his heart, including his feelings for the victims.
The relief of rebuilding one's home is also accompanied by worries about the upcoming affairs between North Korea and China.
Back in the palace, Zhu Biao hurried to the Imperial Study Room before he could rest, and reported the details of the disaster relief work in Jiangnan to his father, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting on the dragon chair, his face solemn but unable to hide his exhaustion, but when he saw Zhu Biao's return , a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
"Biao'er, how is the disaster relief in Jiangnan?" Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was low and powerful.
Zhu Biao bowed and saluted with a firm tone: "Reporting to my father, I have successfully completed the Jiangnan disaster relief mission. The victims have been properly resettled, and relief materials such as food, clothing and medicine have been delivered in time. At the same time, I have also We organized efforts to carry out river dredging and embankment reinforcement work, striving to fundamentally solve the flooding problem in the south of the Yangtze River."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, with a look of approval on his face: "You have done a good job, I am very pleased. Jiangnan is a land of plenty, and its safety is related to the national economy and people's livelihood. Your trip not only saved the people from fire and water, but also made great contributions to the stability of the Ming Dynasty."