Marin also saw that Luo Xin was really upset. He pretended to be calm in front of others, but he didn't pretend in front of him. He couldn't help but worry for Luo Xin, and said:

"Then my nephew sue me, please don't be too tired, uncle."

"I understand! Let's go." Luo Xin waved his hand.

Malin stepped out and walked out of the gate. He paused, shook his head and sighed, and then walked towards the mansion.

Luo Xin sat there and posted it for a while, then said to Fan Yingqi: "Please send me a few invitations, I'll treat you tonight."

"Are you those nephews?" Fan Yingqi said.

"no!"

It's dark early in winter.

By the time Luo Xin was paid, it was already dark and it was still snowing outside. Today's winter was colder than in previous years. It had been in the university for three consecutive days, and the snow had not crossed its calves. The wind was cold and dripping water turned into ice. There were almost no one on the road. There were beggars who died of freezing every day.

This is destined to be a major disaster year! Moreover, Luo Xin knew that this kind of weather would be more serious every year, and it would be even more serious in the Wanli year. By the Chongzhen year, the world would be in chaos.

This is the Little Glacier!

Luo Xin took a sedan chair to Jiajialou. He was going to treat him here today. Who was he inviting?

Zhang Juzheng, the Minister of Personnel, Zhu Dashou, the Minister of Revenue, Tao Dalin, the Minister of Works, Chen Jin, the Minister of Justice, Wen Yinglu, the Minister of War. There is also a left-level censor Hai Rui.

Luo Xin knew that the disarmament could no longer be delayed, and the more he delayed the more complicated things became. So he invited these people together today and discussed the framework.

Why treat a meal? Is it unnecessary to say? The atmosphere of Chinese people talking at the dinner table will always be better. They will not turn red and their necks thick at that time.

Luo Xin asked for a private room in Jiajialou and made a hot pot. In the winter, he ate hot pot and became hotter and hotter.

When Luo Xin arrived, Zhang Juzheng, Zhu Dashou, Tao Dalin, Chen Jin and Wen Yinglu had already arrived. When Luo Xin walked in, the five people stood up and smiled:

"Sir, I'm late."

Luo Xin sat down and said, "I have dealt with some things, but I am not the latest one. Hai Rui hasn't arrived yet!"

As soon as Luo Xin finished speaking, he saw Hai Rui walking in and said, "How many of me are so idle? Your Majesty handed me over the disaster relief work. Every day when I am outside, I am frozen into a dog."

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed, and Luo Xin said, "When everyone is here, don't say anything. Everyone eat first and warm up their bodies."

Everyone started to eat, the pot was steaming hot, and everyone didn't care about anything else, and they started to eat without hesitation, and no one spoke again.

It took half an hour to eat, and the seven people were sweating on their foreheads and almost full. Then they became gentle. Chen Jin looked at Hai Rui and said:

"No matter what, Lord Hai is the last one to come, so I will have to punish you for drinking."

Hai Rui didn't say anything, picked up the wine pot and poured wine for himself. After drinking three glasses in a row, everyone cheered.

"readily!"

Luo Xin picked up the wine glass and said, "Master Hai comes in the wind and goes in the snow. Let's pay a cup to Master Hai."

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses. At this time, Hai Rui felt a little embarrassed and picked up the wine glass and drank it all with everyone. After putting down the wine glass, Luo Xin asked:

"What's the disaster?"

"It's miserable!" Hai Rui sighed and said, "This is my credit, which has prevented many victims from dying as many as in previous years. Now there is a Maritime Warehouse Service in the south and a Mutual Market in the north. The Ming Dynasty is not short of money, so disaster relief can be timely. If it were like before, I don't know how many people would die in the Ming Dynasty."

"It's not easy to be praised by Lord Hai without a weapon!" Zhang Juzheng looked at Luo Xin with a smile.

Hai Rui said with a serious expression: "But the disaster is still very serious."

Hai Rui opened the heavy snow outside the window and said, "This winter is too cold and the snow is deep, which brings great difficulties to disaster relief."

Speaking of this, he took a look at the hot pot and said, "We eat meat in these places, but many victims cannot even eat enough. It's really a stinky road to the wine and meat. "

He said this and felt a sense of embarrassment in the room. Luo Xin couldn't help but shake his head slightly. In his opinion, Hai Rui was a little bit aggrieved by the rich and could not bear to see others live a good life.

When Luo Xin saw the expressions of everyone, he knew that he could not stop talking, otherwise it would destroy the atmosphere.

"Brother Hai, you can't say that!"

"Can't you say that?" Hai Rui said hard: "Take the meal we ate today for example. If you exchange the money for porridge, do you know how many people can be saved?"

Everyone's faces were even more ugly, but Luo Xin said calmly: "If everyone did it like Brother Hai, do you know how many people would starve to death? Do you know how many originally happy families would become destroyed? And do you know that this would make a nation lose its enterprising spirit and destroy the Ming Dynasty? Or will it make the Ming Dynasty a nation that is like the Xiongnu and Japanese pirates, lose its morality and only knows how to loot?"

Hai Rui's face turned pale, and he panted and said, "I don't know. I studied very little and did not pass the Jinshi. I would like to ask the priest general for advice."

"Okay, let's take this restaurant as an example. If everyone uses all their money to provide charity relief like Brother Hai, it will add some porridge to the victims, but it will not be guaranteed to be able to save the victims."

"But the victims have a bowl of porridge, which is better than not a bowl of porridge." Hai Rui said excitedly.

"Yes, I didn't say it's wrong. But have you ever thought that the owner of this restaurant also started when he was young, or when his father and grandfather were young, from setting up street stalls, working a little hard work, saving money, and finally opened this restaurant. It can make the family or live happily, even in such a college disaster, have clothes to wear and food to eat?

However, just because Brother Hai, all the guests do not come to this restaurant for dinner and add a bowl of porridge to the victims. So what will happen to the owner of this restaurant?

Will starve to death and freeze to death!

Also, what about the guys hired by this restaurant?

Without business, the boss can only fire the guy. Without work, the guy becomes a disaster victim, freezing to death and starving to death. Also, this restaurant has to go to the market to sell meat every day, right? Buy vegetables, sell fish, buy oil, salt, sauce, vinegar?

However, because the restaurant collapsed, no one went to buy meat, no one went to buy vegetables, no one went to buy fish, no one went to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

So what will the fate of these people?

Will freeze to death and starve to death!

The meat sellers starved to death, so those who could have been counting on pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese, and no one bought the same poultry and livestock. What should they do? Eat the things they raise by themselves? What should they finish eating?

Starve to death, freeze to death!”

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Chapter completed!