"My brother follows the order!"

Zhu Youjian replied that he had been educated by Zhu Youzhai for many years, so he naturally understood what Zhu Youzhai meant and knew that the matter in Shaanxi was related to the country of Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, Zhu Youjian also knew that what he wanted to do next was very important.

If he had ignored the life and death of these sad and starving people, no one would have cared about the life and death of the Zhu royal family in the future.

"The heart of a scholar does not represent the heart of the people."

"The real people's hearts are often not heard. You have to investigate carefully and look carefully to know what people's hearts are?"

Zhu Youjian thought of what Emperor Zhu Youxiao had said to him before.

Like the very diligent Emperor Chongzhen in history, the king of letters in this life, Zhu Youjian, was also very diligent after being in charge of the matter given to him by Zhu Youjiao. He left Zhu Youjiao overnight, and then took Lu Xiangsheng and Ma Mao, who helped him, to Mizhi County, Yan'an Prefecture, where the drought was the most severe.

As for Emperor Zhu Youxiao and the army remained in Suidezhou. As Zhu Youjian's backing, it would be better to directly use force to suppress it when necessary.

The gentry and wealthy families in the Yan'an Prefecture soon learned through some channels that King Xin Zhu Youjian was ordered to come to Shaanxi to supervise disaster relief and civilian relief.

"Your Highness King Xin is coming to Mizhi County. As a prominent family in this county, you should set an example. You can give more grain and set up some porridge factories. Don't let Your Highness think that we are rich and unkind. You all know that if you really let King Xin hand over such words to the emperor, you might be punished for any crime, even if you do it."

At this time, Yan Zibin, the magistrate of Mizhi County, also gathered all the gentry from Mizhi County and discussed the matter.

The juren Ai Zhao knew that the magistrate Yan wanted to take this opportunity to let his gentry donate grain, and then take the opportunity to make some money. So he said: "It is okay to donate more grain and rice, but we don't have much surplus grain, so we probably can't last for a few days. Then, please let the county master explain to your highness."

"That's it! This lasted from last year to this year's severe drought. Not only were small households damaged, but our large households with a large population were also seriously damaged. If we donate grain, our family can only donate fifty stones. If we want to add more, we can't get more. Please ask the county to have a hunch."

The supervisor Gai Long also started talking at this time.

Next, other gentry and wealthy families in Mizhi County also complained.

When Yan Zibin saw these gentry crying poor when he heard that he wanted them to donate grain, he felt quite unhappy, but he was not easy to offend these people, so he still smiled and said, "As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. You can do your best to be considered as a peace of mind in the hometown. In addition to donating some grain to the county government organizers, you can also open a porridge factory yourself. The same thing is the case, so that your highness can see your kindness. This is a good thing for you."

Zhu Youjian has arrived at Yinchuan Station in Mizhi County.

Because the inn has always been a major transportation route and the location of a prosperous town.

Therefore, there are many victims begging in this area.

When Zhu Youjian appeared here, he saw that the entire post road was crowded with victims behind the postmen with spears. They were all pale and thin, holding broken bowls, and looking at him helplessly.

This shocked him, who had been living in the capital and was good at the deep palace. He never thought that people could be so poor.

Zhu Youjian suddenly thought of the four words "Sorrow and Hungry" that often appear in books. Only then did he realize how heavy the abstract words are when he read them now.

However, what made Zhu Youjian happy was that there were porridge factories on both sides of the inn, and the steaming porridge shed the fragrance to his nostrils.

"This County Magistrate Yan is a good official who is dedicated and responsible, and he has not left these victims alone."

Zhu Youjian said to the governor Ma Maocai who accompanied him.

Ma Maocai just smiled awkwardly. He didn't believe that Yan Zibin would get enough food to help the victims. In his opinion, this was just Yan Zibin doing it for King Xin to show it.

"Yan Zibin, the magistrate of Mizhi in Xiaguan, met His Highness King Xin."

Yan Zibin had already brought officials and gentry from Mizhi County to welcome him here, and after Zhu Youjian appeared, he gave a big gift.

Zhu Youjian was busy waived the courtesy of these people and immediately asked Yan Zibin about the drought and asked: "How many days is the cost of the porridge in the county government?"

"Return to your highness, relying on the emperor's kindness, although the disaster is serious, I have raised a lot of food, which is enough for the victims to spend two months."

Yan Zibin replied.

Zhu Youjian said after hearing this: "In two months, the first batch of grain in the imperial court should be delivered. In this way, Mizhi County will not starve to death."

As Zhu Youjian said that, he continued to walk towards the county town and continued to patrol the situation of the victims along the way.

But what surprised Zhu Youjian was that along the way, he found that many gentry and wealthy families were very generous and kind, and they set up porridge sheds to serve porridge in front of their respective houses.

Zhu Youjian couldn't help but continue to say to Yan Zibin: "Minister Yan, I didn't realize that the gentry and wealthy families in Mizhi County are not for being unkind. They are actively helping the victims, which is quite gratifying."

Seeing that Zhu Youjian was fooled by him, Yan Zibin smiled without blushing and said, "When you go back to Your Highness, all the gentry and wealthy families in this county are grateful for the emperor's kindness and understand the difficulties of the people. Therefore, they are willing to do kindness. After the ministers urge them, they actively donate food and even take the initiative to rescue disasters."

Zhu Youjian nodded after hearing this.

After hearing this, Ma Maocai became quite anxious. He wanted to remind Zhu Youjian not to be fooled by these superficial phenomena. If these gentry families were so generous and righteous, and officials really cared about the lives and deaths of the people, he would have solved the drought in Shaanxi long ago, and there was no need to expose the hidden worries of the prosperous times to Your Majesty. Your Majesty would not have to send you a royal family to provide disaster relief. It was just to use your royal family identity to force the gentry's food to provide disaster relief.

However, Ma Maocai did not rush to remind Zhu Youjian, but bowed to Zhu Youjian and said, "Please stop for a while."

As he said that, Ma Maocai rushed straight into a porridge shed.

Yan Zibin looked a little embarrassed when he saw this, but he couldn't help but let someone stop the governor.

After Ma Mao arrived at the porridge shed, he directly grabbed the iron spoon from Li Hongji, the innkeeper who was temporarily arranged to serve porridge, and then put the iron spoon into the porridge soup in front of him. Seeing that the consistency was quite high, it was difficult to say anything else. He only ordered Li Hongji: "Come with me."

So, Li Hongji followed Ma Maocai to Zhu Youjian.

After Ma Maocai brought Li Hongji to Zhu Youjian, he said to Zhu Youjian: "Your Highness might as well ask him how many days can the porridge in this porridge shed be enough for this porridge?"

"It's better for the lower magistrate to report this to His Highness."

Yan Zibin replied with an awkward smile.

"You don't need to answer County Magistrate Yan."

Ma Maocai replied directly.

Yan Zibin had no choice but to shut up and his face turned red for a moment.

"Who is your name? What's your job in the county government? How much is this porridge cost?"

At this time, Zhu Youjian asked Governor Ma Maocai about Li Hongji in front of him.

"Go back to Your Highness! The little people named Li Hongji, who is a postman in Yinchuan Post. Now, he is ordered by the superiors to distribute porridge here. The porridge in the porridge shed is only enough for three days."

Li Hongji replied.

Yan Zibin glanced at Li Hongji suddenly, and he couldn't help but think: "If I had known this person named Li Hongji would be arrested and asked by Futai, I should have told him earlier! However, this honest and loving Ma Futai was really hateful! As expected, the same year said that Shangguan, who did not like to receive gifts, was more uncomfortable than the greedy Shangguan. Now it seems that this is true."

"It's only three days?"

Zhu Youjian realized something was wrong at this time, so he frowned and asked Yan Zibin: "Magistrate Yan, didn't you say that these porridge can cost two months?"

Yan Zibin's forehead was sweating profusely.

Seeing this, Ma Maocai also said, "Magistrate Yan, please return to your highness quickly!"

Yan Zibin had to bite the bullet and replied: "This is just the first batch of grain, and there are other grains one after another. I will transfer it from the gentry and wealthy gentry who are willing to donate grain. Please rest assured. I said that it will be two months, and it will definitely be two months."

"Um."

Zhu Youjian nodded and continued to walk forward.

Yan Zibin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.

After a while, after going to the county government, Ma Mao found an opportunity to get along with Zhu Youjian alone and said, "Your Highness, you cannot be deceived by what they seem to be like. If these gentry and wealthy families are so generous and kind, if the magistrate Yan is really good at raising food, there will not be so many victims in the Suidezhou area. Please give your highness a clear idea! In addition, if all local officials can solve this problem, why should your Majesty send you to the muddy water? Please think about it carefully!"

When the simple Zhu Youjian heard Ma Maocai say this, he understood something and said, "With what you said, how can I see the real situation?"

"Your Highness may have assumed that because of Mizhi County's effective disaster relief, he decided to leave Mizhi County the next day and go to Anding County. But in a few days, Your Highness will be able to return to Mizhi County in casual clothes, and you will definitely see the special situation in Mizhi County at that time."

Ma Maocai suggested.

Zhu Youjian said: "It's as you said."

The next day, Zhu Youjian said to Yan Zibin: "Since all the victims of Mizhi County are properly placed, I don't have to stay here for a long time to hinder your official duties. I have to leave Mizhi County today and go to the peace. I will also tell the emperor's brother the good deeds of your magistrate Yan and the gentry of Mizhi. In addition, as far as I know, most of the big families have lend money to the common people. Now that there is such a major disaster, some loans can be exempted, and if they can be delayed, they should be delayed. Don't force the people too much, otherwise it will not be good if they have a chaos. I hope that magistrate Yan will advocate more gentry."

"Don't worry, your highness, the gentry has not collected debts at the initiative of the officials!"

Yan Zibin replied.

Shortly after Zhu Youjian left, Yan Zibin ordered: "Remove all the food in the porridge shed! The porridge has been distributed until today! All the victims who were taken into the city rushed out of the city! In addition, find an excuse to the postman named Li Hongji yesterday and dismiss him from the official!"

As he said that, Yan Zibin returned to the county yamen courtyard and continued to say to his confidant aide: "Calculate all the withdrawn grains, how much is left. Then, I will go to Yulinwei to find local border merchants to exchange for silver, and then transport them home."

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"Official! In my impression, I have never lost official documents." Li Hongji spoke to Yinchuan Postmaster Gong Yuancheng in confusion, because Gong Yuancheng suddenly called him to come and told him that he had lost official documents and wanted to remove him, which made him feel very wronged.

"You are also quibbling. You have obviously lost the official documents. If you don't believe me, ask the other people in the post station if this is the case! You have not cured your serious crime, and it is already an extra mercy for the county magistrate. What else do you want to do? Get out of my place quickly!"

Gong Yuancheng shouted loudly.

Li Hongji couldn't help but say, "During the holidays, I didn't give you less benefits, so why did I suddenly get rid of me?"

Gong Yuancheng was furious when he heard this and slapped the table directly: "I'm just talking nonsense! When will I accept your benefits? I think you don't want to live anymore, right?"

"No, no, confiscated."

Seeing that Gong Yuancheng threatened him with his death, Li Hongji did not dare to say anything more. After denied it for a few words, he left the Yicheng Gong Yuancheng in shame.

But as soon as he came out, Li Hongji happened to meet Ai Juren.

Juren Ai ordered his servant to surround him and said, "Li Hongji, when will your debt be delayed?"

Li Hongji had no choice but to beg immediately: "Please ask Mr. Ai to give him a few more days. The younger ones will definitely fight back as soon as possible."

Juren Ai shouted directly: "Gratitude? How can you give you so much time to give me grace! If you don't pay it back tomorrow, you will pay it back with your life!"

As he said that, Juren Ai left here on a slide rod.

Li Hongji felt even more desperate because of this. He had just lost his job and could not afford to pay off his debts.

It was raining all night long. As soon as Li Hongji got home, he happened to see his wife Han Jiaer and a man named Gai Hu lingering.
To be continued...