After seeing off the grain ship to Hangzhou, this year's official business in Pujiang County has come to an end. The officials all feel that they can take a rest and spend the winter in peace. Even Wang Xian is too embarrassed to light a meal all day long, so he changes it to three days.
Once a day, during the rest of the time, everyone comes when they have something to do, and when they have nothing to do, they go home to rest... He himself is also happy to have more time to endorse.
This fully proves that people often think that they can change the environment. In fact, in the end, most of them are assimilated by the environment...
But Wang Xian has been so dizzy by those who care about him, how can he have time to think about such philosophical issues?
Unfortunately, nine times out of ten things are not as they should be, and the lazy time passes by like a fleeting moment, only to be wiped out by the influx of refugees into the county in the blink of an eye...
Starting from October, the victims who fled from Hangzhou Prefecture finally entered Pujiang County. This caught the whole county off guard... because according to the news, the refugees were heading south to Taizhou, and God knows how they suddenly turned to Jinhua.
The prefect is very nervous because this year, due to poor disaster relief efforts in Hangzhou, Shaoxing and other places, disaster victims have clashed with local people, resulting in riots and other violent incidents. Half of the county officials have been dismissed from their posts, and some have been jailed. Now these gangs have been removed from Hangzhou
The victims driven over from the Shao area were full of resentment and hostility, and the number of them was extremely large. If they were not handled properly, Jinhua would repeat the same mistakes as Hang Shao.
The prefect, Mr. Su, urgently summoned all the magistrates to the prefectural city to discuss matters. Wang Xian, because he was from Fuyang County, a disaster relief star, was asked to go with Magistrate Mi to teach disaster relief experience to the counties.
Although Mizhi County was lazy in government affairs, he did not dare to slack off when encountering such a thing. He and Wang Xian rode horses and hurried to the capital.
As soon as they arrived in Fucheng, a police official notified the magistrate of Mi County, saying that the master of the government wanted to see him and Wang Xian in advance. The two people hurried to the government office and sent in their greetings.
Su Zhifu of Jinhua Prefecture is in his forties, with a handsome face and three long beards. He is a typical official with a successful official career. But this kind of adult is similar to Wei Zhixian. He is invincible in words but powerless in action.
Upon entering the country, Magistrate Su was so anxious that he couldn't come up with any regulations. So when he heard that Magistrate Mi was coming, he shouted as if grasping at straws: "Please come quickly!"
In the signing room, Magistrate Su met the two of them. After a brief exchange of greetings, he couldn't wait to ask Wang Xiandao: "How did you provide disaster relief when you were in Fuyang County? Tell me quickly."
"Yes." Wang Xian took out a book of instructions from his sleeve, handed it to Magistrate Su with both hands and said, "This is the "Fuyang County Disaster Relief Record" compiled by the lower official. I also ask the governor to read it.
"Wang Dianshi is a thoughtful person, no wonder Zheng Fangbo is full of praise for you." Magistrate Su praised him a few words without wasting any effort, then took it and read it on the spot, while reading: "Tell me about your county's disaster relief ideas at that time.
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"Yes." Wang Xian responded: "According to the statement of Wei Zhixian at that time, the focus of disaster relief was on the five preventions."
"What five defenses?" Magistrate Su asked with interest.
“The first is to prevent the victims from being in need of food and clothing, mainly relying on government and civilian relief. The second is to prevent the victims from gathering in groups without a fixed place, mainly through dispersed resettlement and proper resettlement. The third is to prevent the victims from wandering around, mainly relying on work-for-relief rather than
Direct relief. The fourth is to prevent conflicts between host and guest, mainly relying on tax reductions and exemptions, increasing income and other methods to reduce the resistance of local people. The fifth is to prevent thieves and plagues. There is no need to say this. It depends on the government and the people working together to use heavy codes. Fortunately, it is now available.
In winter, there is no need to worry about the plague." Wang Xian answered clearly and clearly.
"Well said, I have experience indeed." Su Zhifu said with a smile: "Please follow this idea and draw up a disaster relief strategy. You must give it to me before tonight." After a pause, he said: "You two don't need to go back to the inn.
I will ask someone to clean up two rooms and come out. You can stay here and concentrate on planning."
"Yes." The two of them had no choice but to agree, and followed the prefect to stay in the guest room of the back office.
As soon as he settled down, Wang Xian started drafting a disaster relief strategy. Half an hour passed before he knew it. He heard shuffling footsteps and knew who was coming without raising his head.
Seeing Mi Zhixian, who had a nose full of alcohol, come in, Wang Xian stood up, and Lao Mi waved his hand to signal him not to get up: "The wine bug is obsessed with me. I really can't stay in the house. Come over here and have a look." He asked with a smile.
: "How's the plan going?"
"I've basically finished writing it, please review it." Wang Xian offered it with both hands.
"Okay." Magistrate Mi took it and opened it carefully. It was the first time for Wang Xian to see the old magistrate being so attentive.
Time passed little by little, and Mizhixian finally finished reading. He raised his face and saw Wang Xian looking at him. Mizhixian smiled and said: "Very good, Zhongde is very talented.
"My lord, thank you." Wang Xian said humbly, "I am just following the example. If there is something wrong, please correct me."
"Haha..." Wang Xian didn't expect that his self-effacing nonsense would be caught by Lao Mi: "It's basically blameless, but... this plan to disperse the victims, especially to free up their houses to rent to
Disaster victims, it seems inappropriate..."
"Sir, please speak." Wang Xian nodded and listened to Lao Mi's words: "I know that this method has been implemented in Fuyang County and has good results, but there have also been incidents where people kicked disaster victims out of their homes, right?"
"Yes." Wang Xian couldn't help but be surprised. The magistrate of Mixian County was soaking in wine vats all day long. He didn't even know the affairs of his own county, but he knew the details of Fuyang County's disaster relief.
"I feel that this kind of large-scale mixed living is too disruptive to the lives of local people. Moreover, if a family conflict occurs, it can easily arouse confrontation between the locals and the victims. This puts too much pressure on public security." Mi
The magistrate said slowly: "Three of them, the current victims are not in the same condition as before. They just became victims a year ago, and the government can arrange them in any way they want. At the beginning, it was easy to set up rules. Now these victims have become
Refugees, who are lazy, violent, and cause trouble, it is better to gather them together and take care of them. They should not disperse among the people, interfere with people's lives, spread bad habits, or even cause trouble..."
"..." Obediently, Lao Mi gave a long speech against dispersed resettlement, but it sounded strange to Wang Xian. Because he understood that Magistrate Mi's way of saying things was always vague, and the preface and the follower were inconsistent. This time it was clear and coherent.
, whipping into the matter, it is obvious that he attaches great importance to this matter, and even came here for this confusing resettlement plan.
"Does what I said make sense?" Seeing that he remained silent, Magistrate Magistrate asked him.
"It makes so much sense." Wang Xian came back to his senses and said: "Your Excellency, it is more thoughtful, so let's change it to centralized resettlement." After a pause, he said: "However, Pujiang County is small and cannot accommodate too many victims, so they can only be resettled outside the city.
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"This is our own matter. We will discuss it later." Mi Zhixian said decisively. After speaking, he also noticed that his tone was different and hurriedly supplemented: "There is nothing wrong with resettlement outside the city. Pujiang is also very warm in winter. As long as we build shacks
Make it more dense and raise enough cotton-padded clothes and quilts so that people won’t freeze to death.”
"Yes." Wang Xian felt that it was a pity that he missed a good opportunity to add sand to the monolithic Pujiang County. But his superiors said so, so Wang Xian naturally had to comply, because the final signature of the strategy was Mi Zhi County, and
It's not Wang Dianshi.
So the strategy was revised immediately, and Magistrate Mizhi took it back to polish it again, and handed it over to the magistrate before dark.
Magistrate Su warmly praised it and asked Magistrate Mi to take a rest early, but he himself had to review it all night in preparation for tomorrow.
At the end of the year, Su Zhifu's chief attendant came to Wang Xian's room, knocked on the door and asked, "Has Mr. Wang gone to bed?"
Wang Xian was endorsing, "We have never."
"Your Excellency, please invite me."
"Wait a minute, I'll be right here." Wang Xian hurriedly changed into his official uniform, opened the door and came out.
The door on the opposite side also opened. Mizhi County also changed into his official uniform and said to Wang Xian, "I'll go with you."
"Well," Changsui was puzzled: "The governor only called Mr. Wang and did not invite Magistrate Mi to come over."
"..." Mi Zhixian coughed twice and said: "One person is planning to be short-term, and two people are planning to be long-term. Wouldn't it be better for both of them to go?"
"I don't dare to make my own opinions." The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door. The subordinates of the government are at least not afraid of the county magistrate. The chief Sui respectfully said: "Please wait a moment, Magistrate Mi. I'd better go with Mr. Wang first to avoid
The Lord of the Palace is waiting impatiently. Then I will ask for instructions again and come over to ask Magistrate Mi."
"Okay." Magistrate Mizhi had no choice but to agree and took a deep look at Wang Xiandao: "The Lord has some inquiries. You must think carefully before answering. Don't speak rashly."
"Yes." Wang Xian responded and followed Chang Sui to the signing room.
Mizhi County waited for a long time, and the chief came back and said to him: "Master Fu Zun said that Wang Dianshi just needs to explain some details, so there is no need to bother Mizhi County anymore. Sir, please rest..." After that,
He bowed and retreated.
"Alas." Seeing the door slowly closing, Mizhi County plucked the hair from his head and threw it on the table. He took out an exquisite tin wine pot from his arms and said with a self-deprecating smile: "In ancient times, all sages were lonely.
, only the drinker leaves his name..." Then he leaned on the bed and drowned his sorrows with wine.
The words were divided into two parts. When Wang Xian saw Magistrate Su in the custody room outside, he saluted respectfully and said, "What are your orders for the magistrate to call me here?"
"Haha..." Magistrate Su looked at Wang Xian with searching eyes, and what he said surprised him: "I'm not looking for you, I'm just a messenger."
"Ah..." Wang Xian said in surprise: "That is?"
"You'll find out when you go in." Magistrate Su pointed with his chin at the security room separated by a wall, then lowered his head and continued to review the plan.
Looking at this posture, Magistrate Su was actually guarding the door outside. Wang Xian couldn't help but be secretly surprised, who was inside?
Taking a deep breath and calming down, Wang Xian opened the curtain and walked into the security room. He saw a tall and thin middle-aged man with a solemn face, standing in the room with his hands behind his hands, quietly watching the pictures on the wall.
Calligraphy and painting. When he heard the footsteps, the man turned his head and said with a faint smile: "My little friend, are you okay?"