Zhao Hong was amused.

So even leaving behind the scenes of Yang Mo squeezing Wang Gui.

Yang Mo's expression was also stagnant. When he thought about it, he was indeed a bit unreasonable when he asked this.

He has not seen disaster relief in the city, but has also participated in it.

Disaster relief is very simple, it is to make porridge, two bowls of porridge per person a day, and lie down on the side after eating, just starve to death.

I have never had a side dish.

Not to mention the side dishes, even pickles are not available.

Moreover, the salt of this era can be regarded as hard currency.

But once he had the idea of ​​side dishes, Yang Mo could no longer leave it behind.

Looking at Zhao Hong and Wang Gui, "What? Do you think it's ridiculous and ridiculous to serve the victims?"

The two of them didn't say yes, but their expressions had already answered.

"Since it is labor-for-relief, then the refugees are no longer refugees, but workers!"

Yang Mo suddenly felt that the two feudal bureaucrats in front of him were very disgusted.

Whether it is Zhao Hong or Wang Gui, who has always been wise in history.

At this moment, Yang Mo was all birds of a feather in his eyes.

yes...

They are considered to be the ruling class. In such feudal dynasties, the gap between them and ordinary people is sometimes greater than that between species.

The anger in Yang Mo's tone was a little puzzled in the eyes of Zhao Hong and Wang Gui.

But the two of them had no interest in him for no reason.

But I was very curious about the term workers had never heard of.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that the word was very vivid: a worker.

"The king, since I mentioned this labor-for-relief, I hope you can refer to my opinions."

Yang Mo finally managed to hold back his anger.

His current strength is not enough to make him vent his anger.

What's more, the most important thing at the moment is to do your best to improve the current situation of refugees.

"The Jeju army will not know when the troops will be at the city. If the refugees cannot be properly placed, if the fire catches the backyard and a disaster will occur in the city. If you want to remedy it, you will consume countless money and food."

It is okay for Yang Mo to consider this from his perspective.

But Wang Gui, and even Zhao Hong can't figure it out.

If it weren't for Taiyuan's relief, these refugees would have only one way to die.

Now that they have food and drink, and have money to take, they won’t starve to death, how could they cause civil unrest?

Wang Gui remembered Yang Mo's founding of the college, and combined with what he said and what he did today, he felt more and more contemptuous of him.

This is a young man who knows nothing. Although he is a royal family, he is just a down-and-out royal family after all, and he does not understand any theory of governing the country at all.

From ancient times to the present, it is absolutely impossible for refugees to rebel if they still have a bite of food to eat.

This kind of worry is undoubtedly an unscrupulous worry.

Although Zhao Hong was also thinking too, he took the opportunity to say, "The king's lord is boring, and what Mr. Yang said is not without reason. It is better to be cautious in everything, especially at this moment, we must share the worries of the prince."

Wang Gui glanced at him and understood his subtext: Give money and food to the government office.

Since the day of implementing labor-for-relief, Zhao Hong has been chasing himself for money and food.

Is there food in the city?

Of course there is.

But can I give it to Zhao Hong?

cannot.

Because of the next battle, I don’t know what to fight, nor how long it will take.

Now that Li Jiancheng is guarding Taiyuan, he cannot lose this war.

Not only can you not lose, but you also have to win beautifully.

Then there must be enough food to store.

Before the war ended, no grain could be given to Zhao Hong.

"Mr. Zhao, it's not that I don't want to, but that there is really not much food in the city. You know the most about the major granaries, because the rescue of refugees is empty."

Wang Gui can only cry poorly and has good acting skills.

If Zhao Hong and Yang Mo hadn't known about Taiyuan's grain reserves, they would have believed his nonsense.

Zhao Hong felt humiliated. Where did the grain in the granary go? Others don’t know, but don’t he know it?

The servant who went to transport the grain was still the note he personally approved by Zhao Hong.

"Zhengzhuzhu, there are no outsiders here, why do you think of me as a fool?"

Zhao Hong had a gloomy face and was already planning to tear his face apart. Today he wanted money and food.

Yang Mo also said, "When Mr. Li was there, Lord Zhao and I personally took a look at how much food there was in Taiyuan City."

Zhao Hong nodded and nodded, and his acting skills were also very good.

Because the two of them had never taken a look at each other.

Wang Gui pretended to be surprised: "Since that's the case, my son-in-law might as well write a letter to Luoyang and ask Miss Li, where is the food to go."

"When Wang Gui was ordered to take over the granary in the city, it was empty and there was really no food."

What he said was the truth, because he was not the person in charge of carrying the food.

After Li Jiancheng sent people to transport the grain, when Wang Gui took over the granary in the city, there was indeed no food.

Seeing that he continued to hoist the meat, Zhao Hong slapped the table in anger and glared at Wang Gui. In the end, he could only give up by drinking water.

"The king is bo, even if the government office only cares about one meal a day?"

Yang Mo gritted his teeth: "In this way, the aristocratic families will not be more serious to the people."

Yang Mo didn't need to investigate the oppression of the people of aristocratic families.

Just now on the road, the Zhang family servants held whips in their hands and showed off their power.

Although I didn’t hit the people, if I didn’t hit, what would I do with a whip?

If the people were not bullying, why did the people all show a look of relieving their hatred when Wang Ying beat him?

"Son-in-law, the government office has already told me that if each family is bullying the people, it will be fined 10,000 yuan once it is discovered, so don't worry about this."

Wang Gui's tone was very sincere: "The prince had thought of giving the people three meals a day like a young man, but the city did not even have enough military rations..."

After saying that, he sighed leisurely.

Yang Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Bad Li Jiancheng still wants to learn from me to give the people three meals a day?"

You are really a fucking li Jiancheng, you really will stick gild on his face.

Seeing that Wang Gui was determined and was unwilling to give up, Yang Mo had no choice but to give up.

I thought that after I went back, I would ask the Wangying to inquire everywhere. If I found that there were any aristocratic families who took the opportunity to bully the people, I would definitely not let it go.

Helplessly, he continued to ask another thing: "Zhengzhubo, I have heard that the wages of the victims of the disaster will only be given a year later?"

It’s five cents a month and only sixty cents a year. Yang Mo can laugh even if he thinks about it.

When capitalists see it, they have to shout to masters. This is not exploitation, this is purely free sex.

"It is a routine to settle once a year."

Wang Gui couldn't understand why Yang Mo was confused about this point.

"Can your king's salary be paid once a year?"

Yang Mo retorted coldly.

Who would have thought that Wang Gui would answer extremely seriously: "Yes, this is true for Lord Zhao. Not to mention that it is us, even the salary of the Chang'an court officials is the same."

Forehead...

Yang Mo was silent.
Chapter completed!