In the third year of Hongwu, Zhu Chongba, who rebelled because he was afraid of hunger, became the emperor, was worried that the Ming Dynasty would repeat the mistakes of the Mongolian Yuan, so he ordered the prefectures and counties to set up reserve warehouses in each township, and to issue official banknotes and grain to store them for relief. He borrowed loans from the people in the famine and repayed them in the autumn to ensure that the people could survive in the famine.

When Zhu Laosi became the emperor, Zhu Laosi, who was far away from Zhu Chongba, was worried that there was not enough food in the reserve warehouse, so he started to reopen the Changping warehouse.

Unlike reserve warehouses, the often closed warehouses are placed in the city, while the reserve warehouses are located in the village outside the city, managed by local "old men", that is, respected gentry.

However, in the Ming Dynasty, it was a bit different from other dynasties. It borrowed loans to the people in a deserted year, but the autumn harvest repayment basically did not exist. : :

There are two reasons for borrowing but not repaying. One is that these grains were purchased by the government in the year of prosperity, and they were taken back after the loan was borrowed in the year of disaster. Many people who are responsible for managing the regular liquidation and reserve warehouses do not actively collect the debt.

Anyway, it won't be in your own hands if it is taken back.

Another reason is that the years of famine that no one can solve cannot be solved by everyone did not appear in the late Ming Dynasty, but had already appeared in the period of Zhu Laosi and reached its peak in the late Ming Dynasty. In this case, even if you want to collect debts, you basically can't get anything.

So, after reading Zhu Laosi's "The Record of Taizong" all the way to Zhu Youjian's "The Record of Chongzhen" by Zhu Youjian's unlucky child, basically there are a lot of words such as disasters, wasteland, and relief in each volume.

However, the Ming Dynasty during the Zhu Laosi period was not as rotten as the bear in the Chongzhen period. At least it could ensure that the grain in the regular liquidation warehouse and the reserve warehouse remained in a relatively sufficient state.

However, when Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Zhanji relied on their horse speed and rushed to Dengfeng County, they found that Dengfeng's Changping Warehouse and reserve warehouse had become decorations.

No one opened a warehouse and released grain at all.

The eyes were filled with disaster victims who were lying or sitting, and the crying of babies from time to time made Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Zhanji look extremely ugly.

However, Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Zhanji, who had been hungry for two days in advance, did not eat a bite. They were each wearing tattered clothes and had some dust on their faces, so they could not tell how ugly their faces were. Instead, they were no different from those victims.

After staggering forward a few steps and looking weak, Yang Shaofeng simply sat down in front of an old farmer holding a baby.

The old farmer glanced at Yang Shaofeng, and the expression on his face did not change at all, and there was no point in helping or moving the place. It seemed that Yang Shaofeng did not exist at all, or it didn't matter if he starved to death in the next second.

Looking at the old farmer with a numb expression, Yang Shaofeng took a deep breath and said with no words: "Uncle, when will this government release food?"

The old farmer glanced at Yang Shaofeng, squinted his lips, and replied, "Young Master, speak less and save some effort."

Yang Shaofeng nodded, but he didn't even want to stop talking: "Then you can't wait like this, right? I haven't eaten a bite for two days and my stomach is full of water. If I continue like this, I will really starve to death!"

The old farmer ignored Yang Shaofeng again.

Yang Shaofeng moved his body and then asked, "You are old and old?"

The old farmer ignored Yang Shaofeng, but the baby in his arms burst into tears.

Yang Shaofeng straightened his body and glanced at the baby in the old farmer's arms, but found that this child was completely different from the four-legged gold-swalking beast in Zhu Zhanji's family.

The four-legged gold-swalking beast has always had a rosy face, and its exposed arms and legs are filled with "folds" in circles.

The baby in front of him had a look of about 100,800 miles away from the word "rosy", and even the words "describing the word "baby" were all over the face was considered a good idea.

As for the arms that stretched out outside the swaddle, there was basically no flesh, and there was no rosy that the baby should have.

The old farmer gently shook the baby, but could not stop the baby's crying. It was not until the old farmer picked up a little rice soup from a broken bowl next to him and fed it, that the baby's crying stopped.

Yang Shaofeng looked at the old farmer, then at the baby, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Where is this child's mother?"

Yang Shaofeng's pursed his lips aroused the old farmer's vigilance. After retreating a little, the old farmer put down the broken bowl in his hand and stared at Yang Shaofeng and said, "It's gone."

Yang Shaofeng immediately replied with some laughter and crying: "I can still hold on. If I don't help, I can still drink water. It's okay if you feed this baby some rice soup. I'll give it a drink. I'm afraid it won't even be stuck between my teeth."

The old farmer sighed, and finally let go of some alert.

In fact, there is nothing to be wary of. The last drop of rice soup has been put into the baby's mouth. There is no grain of rice left. What else can I be wary of?

Seeing that Yang Shaofeng was still staring at him with curiosity, the old farmer sighed helplessly again, his face full of endless bitterness: "My son is dead, he was beaten to death by robbing food. The baby couldn't hold on anymore, and was afraid that the child would starve to death, so he sold himself, exchanged for some millet, and counted on this millet to hold on to the government to release grain.

Alas, it’s OK to sell it. Even if it’s sold to a brothel, it can still survive. If you don’t sell yourself, you can only starve to death and watch your children starve to death together.”

Yang Shaofeng said curiously: "How long has it been? Even if you send someone to Beijing to ask the emperor to release food, this time should be enough, right? Why did it become like this?"

The old farmer said, "Who knows. At first, someone went to ask, but the government said that he had sent people to Beijing and asked everyone to wait here honestly, and not to walk around, so as not to let go food. I don't know when I was freeing food. Gradually, no one asked, and I didn't have the energy to ask."

Yang Shaofeng's face became more and more gloomy. Dengfeng's famine memorial was not reported by Dengfeng County, but by Dengfeng's Jinyiwei!

After thinking about it, Yang Shaofeng continued to ask: "No one has opened a warehouse to release grain?"

The old farmer chuckled and replied, "Why didn't there? The famous Zhou Dashanren outside Dengfeng City just opened his own granary to serve porridge the day before, but the next day he burned all the fire and said that he had left the water.

Later, the Wang family also opened a warehouse, but how old the Wang family is, how many people are there in Dengfeng? Tens of thousands of people rushed over and grabbed all the food. The Wang family was finished, leaving me, an old man like me, and a single seedling, and nothing was left.

Hehe, old man, I have believed in the Bodhisattva for the rest of my life, but this clay Bodhisattva is not open to his eyes! If it weren’t for this kid, the old man would have died, so he would not have suffered such a life in this world!”

Another old man sitting behind the old farmer spat, "Believe in his mother's legs! What did those bald donkeys say when you went to the mountain? There was no food stored on the mountain! Your Wang Youcai cultivated the golden body for the Bodhisattva? Haha, the Bodhisattva did not bless you!"

Wang Youcai's old farmer suddenly fell silent.

Yang Shaofeng didn't care much about Bodhisattvas or Bodhisattvas. Anyway, those bald donkeys have the same virtue since ancient times.

In contrast, Yang Shaofeng was more concerned about why these people had not become refugees: "Why didn't they run away? Dengfeng is famine, and there is famine next to him?"

Wang Youcai asked back: "Where can you run? Can the government let you run? Where can you lead the way?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "Taizu was not the rule that he had set. He said that the official would not win. Can we send this dog and official equipment to the capital to question?"

Wang Youcai laughed and said, "If it were Mr. Hongwu, we would naturally be able to send this dog official weapon to the capital, but the current emperor is not Mr. Hongwu. Who knows what he is like?

It would be fine if the current emperor was a person who could make decisions for the people, but what if it was not? Since ancient times, there have been many such things. The previous emperor loved the people as his son, but the next emperor was hard to say!

Our current emperor is said to be a person who loves the people, but the rumors are so credible? How good can an emperor who is good at fighting be to the people!"

Yang Shaofeng also fell silent immediately.

When a commoner dares to say such disrespectful words casually, it is enough to explain many problems.

People are not afraid of death, so why do they fear death?

After thinking about it, Yang Shaofeng was still a little unwilling to give up: "What about the newspaper? This is something that exists in all parts of the Ming Dynasty. It is impossible for us to have no such thing as Dengfeng, right?"

Wang Youcai grinned and smiled strangely: "Youngsheng, who are you?"

Yang Shaofeng asked with a confused look on his face: "What are you always talking about? I am a disaster-stricken person, wondering if I can come and try my luck. If the government can open a warehouse and release grain, it will be easier to get some food."

Wang Youcai shook his head and said, "No, you are not from Dengfeng. You are not a disaster. Although you pretend to be quite similar, the fake ones are fake and will never become real."

Seeing Yang Shaofeng's confused expression, Wang Youcai smiled and said, "The newspaper is not something that ordinary young people in a farmer can know.

Moreover, our Dengfeng is different from other places. Newspapers from other places can be bought at will, but our Dengfeng newspapers are not good. We cannot buy them at will, and we cannot buy them at will."

Yang Shaofeng was curious: "What do you say?"

Wang Youcai laughed and asked back, "Where is our Dengfeng? What is our Dengfeng?"

Wang Youcai shook his head and said, "No, you are not from Dengfeng. You are not a disaster. Although you pretend to be quite similar, the fake ones are fake and will never become real."

Seeing Yang Shaofeng's confused expression, Wang Youcai smiled and said, "The newspaper is not something that ordinary young people in a farmer can know.

Moreover, our Dengfeng is different from other places. Newspapers from other places can be bought at will, but our Dengfeng newspapers are not good. We cannot buy them at will, and we cannot buy them at will."

Yang Shaofeng was curious: "What do you say?"
Chapter completed!