In Zhaode Square, Bianliang, in the back garden of the Yang Mansion, the rain waterfall fell in front of the eaves, causing countless flowers and plants in the courtyard to wither.
"This day, it seems like it's going to collapse."
Yin, who was wearing gauze, sighed lightly, leaning her graceful body in front of the door, looking at the violent wind and rain in the courtyard.
Hope to attract the attention of your sweetheart.
Unfortunately, Yang Lin, who was squatting in the room, had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him, and instead frowned.
Yang Lin's face looked ugly. From his height, he was no longer concerned about the bad weather.
This kind of heavy rain has been falling for three days, and it shows no sign of letting up. Occasionally, the rain stops for a while and the house is stuffy for a while before I can go out for a breath of air. The next heavy rain comes uninvited.
At the transition between spring and summer, such heavy rain is bound to cause floods, not to mention the Yellow River, which is about to erupt at every turn.
At this time in the Song Dynasty, countless people were displaced, lost their loved ones, and left their homes to escape the floods.
A little maid held an umbrella but was soaked in the rain. After she came in, she twisted her clothes wetly and said, "Uncle Yin in the front yard wants to see you."
Yang Lin was stunned when he heard this, "Uncle Yin, why are you in my house?"
Yin Qianqian hurriedly ran to the room, looked for some serious clothes, and said while changing, "It's my father who's here."
Yang Lin snorted and said, "Then you go out with me and let's meet together."
Wearing a raincoat, Yang Lin brought Yin Qianqian to the flower hall. A scribe in gray was sitting upright in the hall. The clothes on his body were a little shabby and starched and turned white in many places. On the contrary, his hair was neatly combed and he looked very upright.
Yang Lin was secretly surprised that Yin Qianqian was not an unfilial person. She even went back and forth to treat her father, and finally found her way to him.
Since she followed him, Yang Lin has given her a lot of money every month. Not to mention other things, her daily jewelry and clothes alone cost a lot of money. Why is her father so shabby?
Seeing the two people coming in, the middle-aged man stood up, clasped his fists and bent down and said, "Yin Muhong of Kaifeng has met Yang Shaozai."
Yang Lin stepped forward to help him up and said with a smile: "What do you mean? Qianqian is my concubine, so I should bow to her."
Yin Qianqian put away all kinds of amorous feelings in the boudoir, her charming appearance was completely gone, and she stood aside in a dignified manner. It was not difficult to see that her family was very strict.
Yin Muhong did not climb up the pole to meet his relatives. Instead, he said seriously: "Qianqian is just the young master's concubine. There is no reason for the young master to salute me."
In the Song Dynasty, although the status of concubines in a family was higher than that of maids, they were essentially on the same level as maids and were still slaves.
Yin Qianqian's face turned red with shame, she lowered her head and had tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, but she did not dare to cry.
Yang Lin was a little unhappy in her heart. Now that she has become his own woman, even her father cannot bully her.
But this matter is very difficult. Qianqian obviously respects her biological father very much. If she stands up for her and embarrasses her father, it will probably make this girl even more sad.
Yang Lin held back his anger, sat down on a chair, and said displeasedly: "Then why did you see me?"
When Yin Muhong talked about business, he obviously became more energetic and said in a concentrated voice: "It rained heavily and it didn't stop for three days. The area around Kaifeng was almost flooded. At this time, countless refugees were homeless in counties and villages on the outskirts of the city. Shao Zaishen
Since I hold an important position, I should take this opportunity to ask Your Majesty to help the refugees and open warehouses to provide disaster relief to alleviate the urgent need of living beings."
Yang Lin sneered, thinking that he was actually a nerd, and joked: "The water level of the Bianhe River has risen, and cargo ships have been cut off. The carriages and horses are even stuck in the mud, and they are unable to extricate themselves. The channel for transporting grain to Bianliang has been cut off. I am a hundred people in Bianliang City.
With a population of 10,000 and an army of 600,000, there are more than one million mouths. We don’t even know whether the inventory can be stored. How can we open the city gates to accept refugees? Who dares to open warehouses to provide disaster relief?”
Yang Shaozai talked eloquently, expecting to silence the old rotten scholar. Who knew that instead of being ashamed, Yin Muhong retorted: "Yang Shaozai, the imperial court only accounts for less than half of the grain stored in Kaifeng Mansion. The rest is concentrated."
In the hands of countless grain dealers, on the occasion of a natural disaster, extreme measures should be taken to let these people take out the grain without raising prices and sell it to the people in order to survive."
Bianliang is the most prosperous place. Few people here work in the fields, and most of the food used is transported in from outside.
This gave rise to countless grain merchants stationed in Bianliang, and these people all had a lot of inventory. What this old guy said did make sense.
Yang Lin held his chin and thought for a moment, then said: "At this time of year, it is difficult for grain merchants not to raise prices. After all, money is very attractive. In the next few days, the price of grain in Bianliang will be even scarier."
Yin Muhong looked upright, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly: "In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are taken. It's not that they are required to donate food, but it is just to prevent them from making a fortune. If it hadn't rained on weekdays, their food would have been the same."
Sell it as usual. In my opinion, it is better to ask Your Majesty to kill a few profiteers first to establish authority, and then stipulate that the price is not allowed to increase, and the official will investigate from house to house. Anyone who dares to save grain without selling it will have his house raided, punished and assassinated on Yan'an Road."
Yang Lin broke out in a sweat, thinking that his cheap father-in-law was a rotten scholar, but who knew he was a ruthless person.
"Then what do you think is the first thing to do in this flood?" Yang Lin asked tentatively.
"Govern the river, control the water, dredge the accumulated water, and guide it into the river. Otherwise, these violent muddy waters will surely wash away more states and counties. I have carefully observed the trend of the mountains and rivers in Kaifeng Prefecture. This fire is cooking oil, and the prosperous Bian is like a brocade.
Liangcheng may not be absolutely safe. If there is a heavier rain, the Bianhe River may not be able to carry it, and then it will be a disaster."
Yang Lin couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up from the chair, held Yin Muhong's arm and said, "I didn't expect you to have such knowledge. What position do you hold now?"
Yin Muhong raised his head and said: "I work as an idle investor in your mansion, and occasionally I am responsible for cleaning the yellow leaves in the courtyard."
This ridiculous thing about eating and drinking, he said it was so high-class, and he actually heard a hint of the hermit master's meaning. He looked thick-browed and big-eyed, but he was so shameless.
However, Yang Lin didn't care about this anymore, patted him on the shoulder and said: "In that case, you should make preparations and follow me out of the city to control the water. Come and prepare your horses, I want to enter the palace to face the saint!"