Outside the city of Xi'an, there are endless porridge shacks and countless heads in the darkness.
It was already November 27th, and the first batch of rice and noodles shipped from Tianjin had arrived in Xi'an. Dingxi Bo Cao transformed himself into a dragon and opened a warehouse to release food, distributing food to the poor inside and outside Xi'an.
It’s called the Porridge Shed, but it actually distributes batter. Of course, it’s impossible for the soldiers of the New Army to become superb chefs on the spot and make exquisite Shaanxi noodles. The New Army just used spring wheat noodles shipped from Liaodong Province.
Knead it with water a little, knead it into a ball, and then put it in water and cook it.
Put a little salt in the water and it becomes the batter that keeps the people of Shaanxi alive.
However, for the people of Shaanxi who have no food to eat and are about to starve to death, this clear soup with little water is a life-saving delicacy.
The poor people in Shaanxi, wearing tattered clothes, carrying broken porcelain bowls from their homes, grabbing chopsticks, lined up in long lines outside the city to receive batter.
Compared with the people in Tianjin, these people in Shaanxi are really extremely poor.
Shaanxi is originally more mountainous than land, and cultivating fields in rugged valleys requires the construction of a large number of water conservancy facilities. However, the social order collapsed in the late Ming Dynasty, and the water conservancy facilities deteriorated year by year without maintenance. The area of cultivated land in Shaanxi can be said to be one year.
Less than a year.
The gentry in Shaanxi are also extremely vicious. On the less and less land, the gentry also imposes heavy land rent and land tax on the common people. The land rent and land tax are getting heavier year by year. The farmers in Shaanxi are struggling to survive on the line of food and clothing.
In bad times, large-scale famine will occur.
Shaanxi became the birthplace and hardest-hit area of the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, mainly because of these reasons.
It is already the end of November of the lunar calendar, and the weather in Shaanxi is already very cold, but many people do not have winter clothes to keep out the cold. In fact, many people only have one tattered jacket in their family. Whoever goes out in the family wears this.
Jacket.
However, at this time to receive the batter, the whole family had to come out and line up, which caused a problem. Many people in front of the porridge shed outside the city did not have winter clothes, but still wore autumn clothes full of patches.
Fortunately, everyone was crowded together and queuing up at this time, so the cold wind could not blow in and freeze the people wearing autumn clothes.
The soldiers in the Beijing camp who distributed the batter waved their spoons and scooped spoonfuls of batter into the bowls of the poor.
Although this bowl of batter may not be worth three cents, to the people of Shaanxi who are almost desperate, this bowl of batter is a priceless treasure. At this time, the soldiers distributing the batter are powerful officials in the eyes of the poor.
, every common person respectfully calls the soldier Bing Ye, and only asks Bing Ye to scoop out one and a half more balls of dough for him.
However, as the new army of the Beijing camp created by the emperor himself, these "soldiers" have much stronger discipline than the ordinary soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Those phenomena of bullying the people and favoring others did not appear in the porridge shed. Even if someone jumped in line, they would be punished.
The soldier who distributed the batter scolded him vigorously.
The common people were both respectful and fearful of such soldiers. They would shout "Thank you, Your Majesty" before holding out their rice bowls, and then they dared to hold out their rice bowls to catch the batter.
The words "Thank you, Your Majesty" were stipulated by Cao Bianjiao. The emperor used the money from the Guangtai warehouse and the inner treasury to relieve Shaanxi province. Of course, the people should know who gave the life-saving dough. To make the people feel grateful, the emperor used
More than three million taels of silver were exchanged for the hearts and minds of millions of people in a province, and it was not wasted money.
After shouting this thank you, you can receive a bowl of batter from the soldier. For these poor people, there is no problem of spills on the road. The soldier in front just scooped the batter to them, and they turned around with their stomachs growling.
I just swallowed the batter.
Cao Bianjiao and Yang Guozhu were walking among the porridge sheds, looking at the ragged people who looked like beggars, shaking their heads and sighing.
Yang Guozhu sighed: "Uncle Ding Xi, Mr. Yang used to suppress thieves. He only knew that Shaanxi thieves were the most cunning and hated to meet Shaanxi thieves. However, after seeing the true situation in Shaanxi this time, he realized why Shaanxi thieves were the most ferocious. If you don't enter Shaanxi,
I don’t know the suffering of the people of Shaanxi. The so-called disaster of bandits is really the government forcing the people to rebel!"
Cao Bianjiao nodded, cupped his hands and said: "This time, the Holy Emperor followed the example of Tianjin in carrying out the reform in Shaanxi. From now on, the people in Shaanxi will have equal land and wealth, and there will be no difference in wealth. Even the common people can have enough to eat. The emperor will also set up courts in Shaanxi.
Suppress the powerful men from bullying the people. Shaanxi's suffering can be ended."
Yang Guozhu nodded and said: "If the people of Shaanxi can be one-tenth as wealthy as Tianjin, it will not be in vain for the soldiers of the Beijing camp to fight with blood to drive away the intruders!"
The two were discussing there when they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves rolling in the distance.
Listening to the sound of horse hooves, it doesn't sound like dozens of horses, but like hundreds of strong horses galloping in quickly.
Cao Bianjiao and Yang Guozhu looked at each other for a while, secretly thinking that this must be the emperor's inspection envoy to the East Factory. Now that the Jinyi Guards are no longer available, the emperor set up an inspection envoy in the East Factory and selected noble sons to serve as them, specializing in inspecting various places and inspecting officials.
Gains and losses. A few days ago, Cao Bianjiao received news that an inspection envoy from the capital might arrive in Xi'an in the past few days.
Cao Bianjiao and Yang Guozhu did not dare to neglect, and quickly walked to the official road, ready to welcome the inspection envoy.
However, when the group of strong horses galloped close, they were frightened.
Among the five hundred elite fans of Dongchang, there was a middle-aged man who looked very much like the emperor. He was wearing a dragon-patterned uniform, a black gauze hat with flying wings, riding a sacred horse, and waving his whip towards the emperor.
Come galloping here.
The emperor left the palace again?
And traveled all the way to Shaanxi?
The five hundred cavalry were getting closer and closer, and Cao Bianjiao could now see clearly that the person surrounded by the crowd was undoubtedly the emperor today.
Cao Bianjiao and Yang Guozhu didn't dare to neglect, so they quickly led their guards to kneel on both sides of the official road and shouted: "Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
Hearing the chants of the guards, the soldiers responsible for distributing the dough raised their heads and looked towards the official road. When they saw the five hundred elite cavalry, they gradually understood.
The emperor is here.
The soldiers stopped distributing batter and knelt down one by one shouting long live the meal.
Zhu Youjian rode up to Cao Bianjiao amidst the cheers of the soldiers. He smiled on his horse and looked at the porridge sheds around him.
The poor people in front of the porridge shed were stunned when they saw the emperor.
The emperor is here, the emperor who is here to save the people of Shaanxi province is here.
If the emperor hadn't used the imperial treasury to transport grain to help the people, how could the hungry people in Shaanxi have survived this winter? If the emperor hadn't beaten away the intruders, the people of Shaanxi would have almost become slaves under the rule of the intruders.
Got it!
I heard that the emperor is going to carry out reforms in Shaanxi to make the people rich!
The people of Shaanxi never imagined that they would see the Holy and Ming Emperor with their own eyes in their lifetime!
The people knelt on the ground and shouted: "Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live! Long live!"
"Long live!"
The voices of hundreds of thousands of people rang out outside Xi'an, and the mountains roared and the tsunami roared.
The sound was like pieces of thunder rolling on the plains, or like a flood surging in the river valley, turning into a deafening roar. In the end, people couldn't tell what the people were shouting, and they could only see through the people.
With pious expressions, I understood that they were using this shout to express their gratitude and worship.
Zhu Youjian was riding on his horse, laughing and saying nothing while listening to the cheers that echoed throughout the mountains and plains.
Wang Chengen cupped his hands and said with a smile: "My Holy Emperor! Look at what the people want. In Shaanxi, a province where thieves have been the most serious in the past ten years, I am afraid that no more thieves will be born!" r
