Late autumn is bleak, the cold wind suddenly picks up, but no leaves fall.
Although gardeners irrigated the trees planted last year in Zhou Mansion every day, they still could not withstand the drought that lasted for more than half a year. About a quarter of them were dead, and the remaining leaves were curled by the sun.
In autumn the branches fall bare.
Yin Changling stayed directly at Zhou's house and waited shamelessly for the next batch of food to arrive. He was the chairman of the Sichuan Disaster Relief Association. He had no food and no money, so it would be useless to go back. He had resigned from the disaster relief position three times, but Liu Xiang simply refused to do so.
He disagreed and even used the excuse of recurrence of stomach trouble to avoid seeing anyone.
The blind man A Bing pulled the strings of the harp, and the sound of the harp was choked and weeping, making this autumn even more sad.
"Oh, I was wrong," Zhou Hexuan sighed, "I should have bought grain from abroad earlier."
Yin Changling comforted: "You are right, you have tried your best and done better than everyone else. Who could have predicted? This year's drought will be so serious."
Zhou Hexuan remained silent.
Regarding the severe drought in Sichuan from 1936 to 1937, Zhou Hexuan knew something about it before traveling through it, but he really did not study it in detail.
Under normal circumstances, large-scale famines occur at the turn of winter and spring. Zhou Hexuan thought that the problem could be solved by transporting grain in winter. He never expected that many places in Sichuan would not be able to survive in the summer.
After autumn comes, the whole province becomes unstoppable.
Now that winter has not yet arrived, the whole Sichuan is already starving and corpses are everywhere. Even in the rich Chengdu Plain, famine has begun to appear. If it continues like this, even Chengdu will not be immune.
Mr. Zhou, who thought he was confident, was caught off guard by the cruel reality and regretted it too late.
Liu Xiang's direct troops were exhausted. In the past few months, they had mobilized everywhere to counter the rebellion. The victims who could not survive gradually turned into large-scale refugees. Once a few "reckless heroes" appeared, the refugees would turn into bandits, killing officials and providing food for them.
The big households are performing an "uprising" drama that has never stopped for thousands of years.
The social order in Sichuan has tended to collapse. Countless victims committed crimes intentionally and then went to the police station to surrender. They only expected to be able to eat a bowl of jail food, or even be "decapitated".
Who should be blamed for the current situation?
We cannot blame God, nor the central government and Chiang Kai-shek. The real culprits are the Sichuan warlords, including the anti-Japanese hero Liu Xiang and Chairman Liu!
The warlord wars that have lasted for more than 20 years have exhausted the people of Sichuan. Not to mention having a surplus of food at home, ordinary people are content with barely filling their stomachs. In addition, the water conservancy facilities have basically not been repaired. Whenever there is a natural disaster, they can only
Can wait to die.
Just like the news mentioned earlier, Tan Jiufeng, a resident of Fuling County, owns more than 40 acres of fertile land and is self-sufficient in farming. He is not a landlord, but at least a rich farmer. As a result, his two daughters and one son starved to death in succession, and the couple hugged each other.
Weeping with headache, they both hanged themselves from the beam.
Even the rich peasants cannot survive, let alone the poor peasants?
"Sir, Director Liang wants to see you." The servant suddenly came over to report.
Zhou Hexuan moved his body, sat on the wicker chair and said dejectedly: "Let him come in."
Director Liang is Liang Xuzan, a cadre specially sent to Chongqing by the Sichuan Disaster Relief Association. He was the one who came to report when the anti-smuggling team was robbing food. Liang Xuzan walked quickly to the courtyard and said happily: "Mr. Zhou, President Yin, are you good?
information!"
"What good news? Has the disaster relief food arrived?" Yin Changling stood up awkwardly.
Liang Xuzan was so busy that his mouth was dry and he didn't see anyone else. He picked up Zhou Hexuan's tea and drank it all in one gulp. He said with a smile: "The first batch of disaster relief food raised by the Red Cross has been transported to Fengdu. Tomorrow morning at the latest
It can reach Chongqing, with a total of 8,000 dans (400 tons). In addition, the Red Cross also transported some old clothes to help Sichuan victims survive the winter. "
"That's good, that's good," Yin Changling rubbed her hands with joy and stared at Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, these grains..."
"You can take them all, I'll be watching over here in Chongqing," Zhou Hexuan said.
Yin Changling bowed, bent to the end, and solemnly said: "On behalf of the victims of the Sichuan disaster, I would like to thank Mr. Zhou!"
Yin Changling is an old man who has almost fallen apart in the past few months. He bows to everyone everywhere and even kneels down several times. He has no authority and prohibits corruption, so he can only kowtow to specific relief workers and beg them to do more.
Don’t act against your conscience when providing food for disaster relief.
Zhou Hexuan stood up and looked at the Yangtze River water down the slope, silent and with a sad expression.
The president of the Red Cross Society of China is Wang Zhengting, who watched the Olympics with Zhou Hexuan. More than two months ago, Zhou Hexuan sent a telegram to ask Wang Zhengting for help, and also called for donations nationwide. Now he is finally seeing some actual results.
The 400 tons of grain transported by the Red Cross are probably mixed with sweet potatoes, sorghum, corn, pumpkin and other miscellaneous grains. But as long as it is edible, it will be of great help to the victims of the Sichuan disaster. Some counties that were severely affected by the disaster are now even
The trees in the park were stripped and eaten.
Zhou Hexuan turned around and asked Yin Changling: "There has been no follow-up funding from the provincial government?"
Yin Changling shook his head helplessly: "The Civil Affairs Department raised 100,000 yuan, and borrowed 1.6 million from the bank. No more can be borrowed. As for Liu Xiang, he is now deploying troops everywhere to quell the chaos, and the military expenditures he consumes every day are not small.
number."
Zhou Hexuan was really helpless. He planned to spend more money to buy grain from the provinces in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. But the situation he faced made him extremely angry. Not only did the grain merchants from other provinces increase their prices, but they even had no grain.
I'm willing to sell it, and I'm holding it in my hand just waiting for another surge in price after winter.
The price of rice in Chongqing has risen to 3 yuan and 50 yuan per quintal, and those rice shops have even started selling limited sales every day. As for the more severely affected areas in Sichuan, the price of rice has even soared to 4 yuan and 5 yuan per quintal.
, money may not necessarily be able to buy it.
The consequences of major disasters are often all-round. Not only did the price of rice rise, but other necessary daily necessities also rose. Among them, the price of salt rose the most. In order to raise money to provide military rations, Liu Xiang imposed the salt tax on a single order.
The salt merchants took the opportunity to raise the price significantly. On the one hand, they used it to express their dissatisfaction with Liu Xiang, and on the other hand, they sought huge profits for themselves.
Nowadays, ordinary people in Sichuan can no longer afford salt, and even the price of inferior and harmful smuggled nitrate salt has made it prohibitive for ordinary residents.
Natural disaster? Man-made disaster!
Man-made disasters are everywhere...
The foothills of Jinyun Mountain.
Liu Shenxian, who was wanted by the whole province of Liu Xiang, finally returned to the world.
Liu Congyun wore a Taoist robe and sat high on the Dharma chariot, while sixteen Dharma-protecting disciples led the way down the mountain.
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"The White Crane Immortal has come down to earth to save the suffering. As soon as the Immortal arrives, the severe drought will be eliminated. Dragon King of the Four Seas, don't be arrogant. Come quickly and call for the wind and rain!"
When he was wanted before, although Liu Congyun himself did not dare to show his face, his disciples were always active. Especially in the village at the foot of the mountain, the villagers had long been brainwashed by preaching. At this time, the old and the young came to kneel down and greet him.
They chanted neat slogans: "Master God, save the suffering!"
Liu Congyun smiled and nodded to his close disciple: "Give me food!"
The villagers knelt on the ground holding bowls and jars high, and several disciples carried rice bags and poured two handfuls into each jar.
The villagers who received the food showed even more admiration and respect, and shouted: "Liu Shenxian, help me, Liu Shenxian will live a long life!"
The eldest disciple shouted: "If you want to have a full stomach, you must listen to Liu Shenxian's words. Each family chooses a young man to become an apprentice under the god's sect. Tomorrow we will go to Chongqing City, where big fish and meat can be eaten!"
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