Sitting on the carriage, we headed all the way to Jiuquan Town.
At first, due to the remote location of Sanjian River, nothing could be seen.
As we get closer to nearby villages, changes begin to appear.
Many people in ragged clothes were walking in groups on the road, mostly young and middle-aged people with big appetites, mixed with a few old, young, women and children.
"Master, please give me something to eat, I haven't eaten for several days!"
"Sir, please do me a favor. My child is sick. Can you lend me a few tens of coins? A few dozen coins is enough. I will repay you in the next life by working as a cow or a horse."
"Master, I am strong and can do any kind of work. If you are short of people, I will work for you and take care of the food. I don't need any money. I really don't need any money."
Seeing a convoy coming, the crowd rushed up.
Wang Xu opened the car curtain and took a look. Most of these people had sallow and thin faces, and looked like they were worn by the world. It would be an exaggeration to call them beggars.
"What did you see?"
Xue Mushan asked without opening his eyes while sitting in the carriage, guarding the heater.
Wang Xu turned around slightly and replied: "These victims should have come from Tongshan County. Tongshan County is at the junction of Jiaozhou and Yangzhou. Only people from there can come here so quickly. The large army of victims
Still behind."
"What else?" Xue Mushan asked again.
"besides?"
Wang Xu looked at the crowd again and found that among the seven or eight young men, there were only two or three women and children. He thought: "The disaster in Tongshan County should not be serious. Most people still have some food left at home, so they are fleeing the famine."
Most of them are young and strong.
The young and strong eat a lot, but the family cannot afford to feed them, so they have to flee. The old, young, women and children eat less and cannot run away. They have enough food to survive. It is better for these people to have relief from the court. If not, among the ten people
Most of them are young and strong, and 80% of them will cause chaos."
Xue Mushan nodded lightly and said softly: "Go on."
Wang Xu was speechless for a moment. These were the only things that were put on the surface. There was nothing more to say.
But looking at Xue Mushan's face, he was clearly not satisfied. It was obvious that he didn't get to the point.
Wang Xu couldn't think of anything that was important but had been ignored by him, so he could only ask for instructions: "Sir, please clarify my doubts."
"When looking at problems, we should not just look at the surface, but also look at the deeper connotations. Disaster relief is a matter of words, how to provide relief, how to operate, and where to start. That is knowledge. From the perspective of the people, you have a good idea.
From the perspective of disaster relief workers, it is far from enough.
Since this group of people came from Tongshan County, more than a hundred people gathered together, surrounded by old, young, women and children, which meant that they knew each other. Even if they didn't know each other before, they got to know each other on the road.
A snake cannot survive without a head. During the journey of escape, it must have its own leader, or someone with enough prestige to intimidate others.
Disaster relief is simple to say, but if you don’t do it right, disaster relief can turn into looting. Since ancient times, there are not a few people who have good intentions but end up with their families ruined. You may not have heard of it. That’s because this kind of thing happened. The above
It was all suppressed.
However, if you want to organize disaster relief, you have to check the rules, otherwise good things can turn into bad things."
Xue Mushan slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Xu standing by the car window, and said with a smile: "Tell me, how to help these people?"
Wang Xu laughed as soon as he heard it. Xue Mushan had already pointed out what to do, so why couldn't he answer: "Find their snakehead, and if the snakehead comforts them, this group of people will naturally not be in chaos."
"What if the number of victims expands a hundred times?" Xue Mushan continued to ask.
Wang Xu thought for a moment and replied: "There are more than a hundred people in this group of victims, a hundred times the number of ten thousand people. It is difficult for one person to suppress a group of ten thousand people. They are mostly made up of countless small groups. In this case,
They should be allowed to elect representatives to help with disaster relief and send hundreds of people to maintain order, so there should be no trouble."
Xue Mushan looked at him with a smile and said: "Add ten times more."
Ten thousand people plus ten times that is one hundred thousand people.
One hundred thousand people is not a small number, and Jiuquan Town only has one hundred thousand people. If the one hundred thousand disaster victims are not handled properly, Jiuquan Town will turn into ashes in an instant.
Wang Xu secretly estimated that for the 100,000 victims, Jiuquan Town would not only provide disaster relief, but also guard against intentional chaos.
After all, the strength of the two sides is almost the same, and even Jiuquan Town is weaker. There is no guarantee that someone will have evil intentions.
Wang Xu thought for a long time and considered various possibilities before he said: "One hundred thousand victims cannot be suppressed by the power of Jiuquan Town alone. In order to avoid chaos, we have to send people to the county seat and invite the government."
Tiger skin.
At the beginning of the disaster, people are uneasy. Only with the great righteousness of the government and selecting young people from the town to form a hometown protection group of a thousand people can we be sure to survive the disaster."
It was only a month or two before the autumn harvest, but food prices were too high and the people were displaced.
In such a short period of time, the credibility of the government has not been questioned. Even if there are people who are willing to deceive, it will not be able to defeat the strong support of the people and the strong rule of law. Your second uncle is still your second uncle.
Xue Mushan first nodded with satisfaction, then raised a finger: "Add ten times more!"
"More more?"
Wang Xu frowned, Liyang County as a whole had a population of only eight million.
Jiuquan Town is just one of the dozens of town-level units under Liyang County. It can still cope with the influx of 100,000 disaster victims, but if there is an influx of millions of victims
Wang Xu didn't dare to think that if there were so many disaster victims, one person could eat up Jiuquan Town in one bite, and even the old locust tree in front of the ancestral temple would have to be chewed up.
At this time, instead of Jiuquan Town rescuing the victims, we have to worry about the victims not swallowing up Jiuquan Town.
As the saying goes, bandits are like a comb, soldiers are like a grate.
Combs are used to comb hair, and combs are also a type of comb, but they are denser than combs. Ancient people used them to scrape dandruff and lice.
The rioters and soldiers are fighting each other, and the bandits are coming. Just like passing through a comb, something can be left between the teeth of the comb.
If you want to rebel against the people or the army, you will have to pass the comb. Don’t even think about leaving anything behind. Even a few of your hair will be combed away.
"Disaster relief is not about counting heads, nor is it about playing house. Why do many aristocratic families prefer to stand by and watch when a disaster occurs, rather than get a good reputation?
Is it because they are stingy with food because they are afraid of being eaten by the victims?
No, what they are afraid of is a bad thing. Instead of eating the mutton, they will cause chaos, chaos among the people, chaos among bandits, and chaos among the army. If you think about it carefully, are they really different if they are stained by this messy word?
Disaster relief is a good thing, it brings fame and hope. Why is disaster relief always called a hard job? Even the special disaster relief envoys sent by the imperial court have dark faces.
People should not just look at the surface. When you see a wolf eating meat, you have to think about the wolf being beaten. If you don't think about it, you will easily get caught up in it."
Xue Mushan spoke earnestly and looked at Wang Xu with encouragement: "People's hearts are sinister, especially those above the court. This time, you can let go and do whatever you want, and the teacher will help you figure it out. With this experience, next time, you will be more careful."
You can flow from good deeds."
Wang Xu closed his eyes and thought about the scene of millions of disaster victims pouring into Jiuquan Town.
After a while, he exhaled and replied solemnly: "There are millions of victims, and the master is in one word. On the first day, we must select the thorns among them, kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, and frighten the victims."
Once the disaster victims are frightened, it will be easy to manage millions of disaster victims with the 100,000 residents of Jiuquan Town.
However, this step must be taken skillfully, otherwise it may easily trigger civil unrest, so the temperature is very important.
The first step is successful, and the next step is diversion.
Disaster victims cannot have nothing to do. If so many people gather together, there will be chaos.
There was really nothing to do, so they were asked to cut down trees and build houses in open areas.
It's winter now, and even if it's warm in the south, these people can't survive without a house. While we're giving out porridge, we're also helping the victims work, so they won't be idle.
It will be until next spring when everything recovers, and 80% of the victims who have been out for only half a year will go home.
At that time, the crisis will be over, and the victims who are unwilling to leave or who are homeless can be selected to integrate into the villages and towns. Whether they stay to work or work as sharecroppers, they are all qualified laborers and will be assimilated over time."
Having said this, Wang Xu looked at Xue Mushan and asked, "Sir, is this method feasible?"
"Don't ask me, ask time. No one is a sage. Who can do all the tricks?"
Xue Mushan did not give a positive answer. Maybe he had the answer, but he didn't want to tell it and wanted Wang Xu to find it by himself.
With contemporary great scholars in charge, even if there are millions of people affected by the disaster, it will not get out of hand. We can advance and retreat without any worries.
Wang Xu learned about Xue Mushan's good intentions, and while he was happy to have a good teacher, he couldn't help but have a question.
Xue Mushan is so powerful, how powerful must be the person who defeated him in the court and was forced to resign and live in seclusion.
Compared with these old foxes, apart from the works of sages from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing and Five Dynasties, I am afraid that my wisdom is not enough.
Fortunately, I have no intention of becoming an official. Otherwise, when I enter the court, the martial arts fight will be changed to a literary fight, and I won't be beaten to death.