Half a year has passed since the last rain, and the drought has reached the point where I can't make the world come back. However, from the perspective of Luzhou, Ding Xiang was a little surprised, because there were no people who fled the famine on the road, but because they were unable to farm, there were many more people doing business.

The fruits, vegetables, meat, eggs and other things on the market have increased significantly, but the price of grain is still strong, which has increased by less than half a percent compared to before.

Although the people's lives are more difficult than in previous years, they are not unable to live. The only problem they have now is that drinking water is relatively difficult. They even need to go to a deep well ten miles away to get water for drinking.

However, even so, there are still very few people complaining. Instead, everyone praised the actions of the government and the court, because if they encountered such a level of disaster in previous years, they would probably be hungry for thousands of miles and no one in the deserted village.

Ding Xiang and Song Beiyun walked slowly along the official road, exploring the whole way. The disaster area this year was obviously larger and deeper. Fortunately, all emergency preparations were relatively appropriate and there was no particularly shocking scene.

"I lived in Bianliang when I was young. If I encountered drought, there would be sounds of hawking children along the streets, which made people cry."

"Yes." Song Beiyun came out of the grass, lifted his pants and scratched his butt: "The mosquito bites his butt, itchy."

"You!" Ding Xiang was furious: "You are simply insulting your ethics!"

"I was bitten by a mosquito. Why is I insulting my politeness?" Song Beiyun asked with discomfort: "That should be a mosquito that has insulting my politeness."

"I won't talk nonsense to you, keep on going." Ding Xiang really couldn't control the little bastard's idea. No wonder even King of Fu, Zhao Xiang, and Zuo Shumi, all screamed at the little bastard. This person sometimes makes people irritate for no reason.

After a good chat, he got up and said something that made the mosquito bite his butt. How could he have the demeanor of a national hero?

"Oh, officials won't shit? Aren't people just eating, drinking, urinating, sleeping in their entire lives, and there's no other thing. Ding Xiang, you can't look down on this shit and peeing fart at the height of the temple." Song Beiyun said with his finger: "There are so many mosquitoes in this envoy, which means that the temperature is abnormal this year. Another thing is that the nearby water sources are polluted. What is the most important thing after the disaster? It is epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic, and mosquitoes are the biggest source of epidemic infection. Judging from the frequency just now, 80% of these days will cause minor plague."

Seeing that he was talking very well, Ding Xiang spread his fan and shook it gently: "Oh? Then why is it a little plague?"

"First of all, there are not many residents nearby, but they are relatively dense. The water source is polluted, breeding mosquitoes, and mosquito bites spreading plagues, but it is limited to this area, because the large area of ​​water sources nearby have dried up, and this is only maintained by several small lakes." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "So I conclude that there will definitely be a small plague in this area in the future."

“How to manage it?”

"There is no way to manage the matter now, because controlling the lake means that there is no final water source in their area. So now we can only recommend that they drink more cooked water and use more fumigation medicine to drive away mosquitoes and flies. So there is no way, and if it is normal, there will be no problem." Song Beiyun spread his hands and said helpless: "This is the choice in emergency management."

Ding Xiang also sighed. He had paid attention to this thing since the first time the emergency management thing appeared in the court. It was indeed useless to watch it, but when things were about to come, it could be said that he was showing great power.

Just like this drought, granaries set up in various places solved a large part of the problems. The granaries owned by collectively and under the jurisdiction of clans are much less likely to have problems than those of official warehouses. After all, if there is a problem with these granaries, the accountability system will directly point the finger at the individual. There is no way or dare to bear such responsibilities, so there is a phenomenon that self-rescue in many places is more positive than the court's relief.

People are selfish, but no matter how selfish you are, they cannot withstand the meticulous law. When the responsibility is directed to individuals, no matter how greedy a person is, they will be so cowardly. The performance of the Censorate is supported by these people.

As the founder of the Song Dynasty's law, Lao Ding agrees and is satisfied with this.

As for what Lao Ding said just now, he didn't have much fear when he encountered a disaster. This is actually due to years of reserves.

Since then, when Song Beiyun had just experienced the Luzhou disaster, he had already begun to prepare to fight against the natural disaster. The real construction of the national grain reserve plan was after he left Qimen County. The whole line of rats was taken, and the grain reserve line was built along the path.

The centralized Song Dynasty has a good idea, which is that it can mobilize national resources to handle a major event very well.

Even so, the reserved food was only enough for half a year, but the military farm department that plundered food from the world later got up?

The Treasury Department spent four years and twenty years of military spending to hoard enough food to support any disaster. If this matter is said, others will definitely not believe it.

But Song Beiyun knew that the military farm department was actually a kind of predatory hoarding. They relied on various means to purchase relatively saturated grain from all countries that could be accessed. They smuggled as much as they could, and if they didn't sell it, they would find a way to handle the land. Anyway, everything was for the sake of food.

It seems that the industry spent the most money in the past few years, but they can't see how much the industry makes. Even if the industry makes a lot of money, the Song Dynasty is still tight and full of tearing down the east wall to fill the holes in the west wall. It is so worried that the Ministry of Revenue has to consider adding a few sticks of noodles when eating bowls of noodles, because the military farm department is a huge mouth that cannot be filled.

But now that things are over, people finally discovered the power of the military farm department. As of the time before Song Beiyun set out from Jinling, the Ministry of Revenue three cowards talked to others, even if they were talking to the chief officials of the border, and his neck was like a cockfighting, with a villain's face. He came up and said that he could ask for food, but the Ministry of Revenue had to appoint the Censorate to supervise the entire process, so that those chief officials often could not come to Taiwan.

But they don’t care. They have food. Now the Ministry of Revenue is the court’s father. If you have food in this year, you can do whatever you want. If you really want to offend them, they will make arrangements early and late, but those who are arranged late will feel uncomfortable.

"By the way, Lord Ding. What do you think about the splitting of the six divisions I mentioned before?"

"Military reform, political reform, academic reform, you have to split the six divisions now." Ding Xiang sighed, "Aren't you asking me a problem? How can you dismantle the six divisions now?"

"That's right." Song Beiyun whistled: "When the three major reforms are over, young people will come onto the stage. At that time, the six ministries and the Privy Council will be split, and the power will be dispersed in detail and decentralized. It is best to dismantle the three central provinces, and the administrative power will decrease step by step, and the difference will increase. This will make the governance much less difficult."

“How to manage it?”

"The governance is simple. From now on, only look at the report. Whoever cares about their process will be incompetent. If you can't get out, you will be incompetent. Just get out." Song Beiyun raised his hand: "It is best to divide the Censorate into two companies, and your Dali Temple will also be divided into two companies."

"Dali Temple?"

"Well." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It is divided into courts and procuratorates, and then integrated the Ministry of Justice to form a complete set of code departments. Why do we need to practice the law? Isn't we just want to realize the world given to us by the code, right? Not to mention the dream of Peach Blossom Spring, at least one day, let future generations have laws to follow and follow. I dare not say it is very fair, at least we must feel that we are on the road to fairness, right? Power is the biggest nemesis of the law, just like the current Song Dynasty's laws cannot punish officials and families, and you and me, because the power in our hands is enough to subvert the law. Is this a good thing?"

Ding Xiang's biting muscle instantly raised, and he saw that the anger trough was about to be full.

"Okay, okay, Ding Xiang is not angry." Song Beiyun picked a withered reed leaf from the side of the road and played with it in his hand: "Let's go three miles forward and you'll get to Guanyi for a rest. Anyway, that's what I said, you just heard this, we have to do it step by step. Don't count on one or two generations, it takes about ten generations. That's three hundred years. Let's use three hundred years as a ruler. After all, the rise and fall of the dynasty will last about three hundred years, and it will be handed over to the people behind us."

"Oh..." Ding Xiang sighed: "I wish I could not live forever."

"Who do you want to make a case for this thing?" Song Beiyun shook his head helplessly, then turned around and said to the guards who were accompanying him not far away: "Liu Qi, go ahead and arrange some things, and then tell the postmaster that Ding Xiang will go on a tour in a contemporary manner, don't make too much noise."

"yes."

The guard urged him to come forward and rushed to the post station first. As the news was conveyed, the post chief's legs were all weak. When did he receive such a big man in a remote mountainous area? Even a governor could not see him. Suddenly, a prime minister came. He called the lazy cook behind him to cook quickly.

After a cup of tea, Ding Xiang and the others arrived. The postmaster had already stood at the door to greet him. After seeing Ding Xiang, he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"Don't worry, just talk slowly." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "This postmaster, do you have any specialty? Make a few."

"Yes, I'll get it here. I don't know what the Prime Minister has to pay attention to."

However, Ding Xiang glared at Song Beiyun fiercely, raised his hand to stop the official secretary, and said in a deep voice: "Now I am suffering from disasters everywhere. If I have delicacies here, how can I say that?"

Song Beiyun said with a sarcastic look on his face: "I'll eat it. What's the fear of Ding Xiang? Could this drought be able to calm your meal? What if you go to the place to eat something? Those who have to eat bran cakes and bran buns are the ones who share the bitterness with the people?"

Ding Xiang stared at Song Beiyun with his eyes: "Shaobao, do you know that your words are extremely guilty."

"Secretary, don't pay attention to this old man, he is just pedantic." Song Beiyun raised his hand: "I just saw that the sausage you hung is good, so I steam it. Let's have another bowl of buckles, can I have it?"

"The meat... is gone. But... but... but there are fish."

"Well, it's good if you don't have fish or shrimp, then let's have a fish."

Yicheng's calves are trembling now. Although he only knew that Ding Xiang was coming, he didn't know what the person around him was. However, from the expression and tone of the man talking to Ding Xiang just now, he didn't look like a subordinate at all. He looked like a person of the same level, and he heard Ding Xiang calling him Shaobao.

The young security guard at this age is not a fool. The only thing left behind is the world-famous Song Beiyun in the screening circle.

He would rather offend the emperor than offend Beiyun. This was a rumor that even he, the ninth-rank postmaster, knew. He was so scared that his legs were trembling and almost couldn't stand up.

"Song Shaobao!" Ding Xiang scolded: "If there is a severe drought today, how can you..."

"I didn't let it drought in the world." Song Beiyun sneered: "Along the way, my feet were blistering. Wouldn't it be enough to eat sausage? It's Ding Xiang, you're too old-fashioned. There's no important thing in the world that can be more important than eating and drinking."

"If it spreads..."

"What's wrong with the spread? The Prime Minister has experienced the disaster personally and has been sleeping in the open all the way, eating his two mother sausages. Who dares to say nonsense?" Song Beiyun smiled arrogantly: "I tore his mouth!"

Ding Xiang didn't want to argue with him. This guy was full of fallacies, but when the sausage came up, it was indeed much better than dry food and hard cakes. Ding Xiang, who had never eaten much food, ate two bowls of rice today.

After dinner, Ding Xiang sat in front of the hall and chatted with the postmaster, just asking about the disaster.

The postmaster was still answering in a sensible manner at first, but he was a little hesitant afterwards. Who is Ding? He was the first prosecutor of the Song Dynasty and the minister of the Dali Temple. He could see the strangeness at this glance. He hit the side and made him tinker with something out of the postmaster's mouth.

It was said that the food for disaster relief in the court had arrived a few days ago, and it was indeed enough to be distributed to the victims, but many people still couldn't eat enough food in this area. After asking, they found out that it was the mother of Tong'an County magistrate's birthday a few days ago, and the local gentry ordered the people to raise funds. It was just a coincidence that they collected a batch of food. After the people paid the money, they were now in a stage where they could not eat enough and could not starve to death.

"This..." Song Beiyun scratched his thighs: "He is afraid that he has lived a good life for too long."

Ding Xiang was still calm and just continued to ask: "Why didn't the Censorate's Supervisor notice?"

"After passing the post station of the villain, there is a mountain in front of it. The mountain is the only way to pass through Tong'an. If someone with suspicious signs pass by, the person who reported the news on the mountain will pass by. In addition, the villagers will be bewitched by the bewitching. If they say that there is no food at home, they will be forced to be levied, so they will naturally be confused by the Censorate."

Song Beiyun pursed his lips and was silent for a moment: "This kind of thing should be a case."

"I have never heard of other areas, just because Tong'an is inconvenient and the news is blocked. It is difficult for a villain to go to a postmaster..."

The corvee service was completely abolished in the first year of Shunde, and it has long been a hiring system. Now this small county should have used the information gap of information to make it work.

This is very common and not a big news. After all, if no one starved to death, the county magistrate was still a bit conscientious. But this time he probably hit the gun, so who told Ding Xianghao to go on this path even though he had to die?

"I already know." Ding Xiang nodded, unable to see his joy and anger: "I will go and take a look at it at that time."

"The Prime Minister, once this life goes, he will be informed."

"This is not something you are worried about." Song Beiyun picked up a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth: "How smart is Ding Xiang? Can he still not deal with this?"
Chapter completed!