Wu Shicheng was not beaten. It was not that Wang Liangjing spared him, but that Wang Liangjing really had no time to care about him.

Not only did Wang Liangjing not have time, but even Wang Ning'an couldn't get free. He rode his horse and rushed to Liuyi Academy. Outside the school, he happened to see Wang Chao and Ma Han.

Wang Ning'an walked over with a dark face, "Where did the Bao surname go?"

Ma Han was amused and crying, "Erlang, we are friends, at least we are kind to our elders."

"Bah, I still have the face to talk to my friend. Ask Bao Heizi, is there anyone who is like him as a friend?"

After Wang Ning'an finished speaking, he shook his sleeves and headed straight to Ouyang Xiu's study.

At this time, Ouyang Xiu, Mei Yaochen, Yu Jing and others were there, and Bao Zheng sat opposite them. This guy was already dark-faced, and even if he was embarrassed, he couldn't tell.

Ouyang Xiu's face was gloomy, "I said Xiren, what's going on? How can the food for disaster relief be cut off? It's only April, and it's still far from the autumn harvest. I don't want the people to starve to death?"

Bao Zheng lowered his head, "Old masters are all incompetent officials. It's really a good wife who can't cook without rice. I moved around and barely maintained until mid-April. Other prefectures in Hebei will be out of food in early April."

Seeing that Ouyang Xiu changed color and the others aggravated, Bao Zheng hurriedly stood up.

"Several gentlemen, they are not showing their merits, nor do they intend to shirk responsibility. They ask me to say that this time, from top to bottom, there are too many officials who are guilty, and the officials are not to blame!"

Bao Zheng was heartbroken, "I missed the Song Dynasty, benevolent and friendly to the people, and the best in the past dynasties. In addition to the regular closure warehouses, charity warehouses, and social warehouses, they also added Huimin warehouses, Fengshu warehouses, and Guanghui warehouses, which were to help the people in the year of disaster, so that they would not be hungry and kill the people everywhere and the white bones were filled with the wild. However, this time the Yellow River broke, and the city and prefectures in Hebei Provinces and counties suffered a huge number of disasters of millions. Even if the court was willing to provide relief, it would not be able to catch them."

Among the old gentlemen, Mei Yaochen had the lowest official position and the least experience. He said curiously: "Mr. Bao, in previous years, the court would summon the Xiang army. Have you recruited this time?"

As soon as these words came out, Bao Zheng's face became even more bitter.

"This is the trouble!"

"How to say it, are you afraid of tattooing and no one is willing to join the army?" Mei Yaochen said curiously.

"Of course the people are willing to join the army. It would be nice to have enough food in the disaster year. They still care about whether they are tattooed or not."

"Why is there any trouble?"

Bao Zheng shook his head, "There are too many victims. He recruited soldiers, built Liutahe, and hired laborers. The young and strong were transferred, but there were still hundreds of thousands of elderly, weak, women and children left. How to deal with the local government!

Hearing this, Ouyang Xiu and others looked at each other, and all showed a thoughtful look.

That's right, the disaster relief system of the Song Dynasty was indeed complete, but millions of people were affected and millions of refugees were under unprecedented pressure.

According to the previous method, we recruited 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers and more than 200,000 civilians to build the Liuta River, but in the end there were still 600,000 to 700,000 people left.

Those who joined the army and worked were all young and strong, and they were the main players who made money. The remaining people were almost useless, but they still had to consume amazing food. The local governments had insufficient food and the imperial court could not be transferred. These people were hungry and starved to death every day.

There is a saying that Bao Zheng didn't say, and everyone knew everything.

The young and strong left, and the remaining elderly, weak, women and children were incapable of rebelling. The officials thought that if they didn't give them food, there would be no problem. Who had ever seen the elderly, weak, women and children rebelled? If these people were starved to death, they would lose the burden... Therefore, the better government offices in various places made a porridge factory to respond to the story, and the cruel ones simply turned a blind eye.

Someone would like to ask, disasters will occur in the past, so don’t you care about the lives and deaths of the people?

In fact, the scale of disasters in the past was small, with a maximum of 200,000 to 300,000 refugees recruiting tens of thousands of people, plus their families, almost half of them.

The rest were scattered all over the place and worked as tenant farmers for the landlords, which would be solved, and many people would not be starved to death.

But this time there were too many people, so many of the previous methods had failed. Tenants in some places were worried that refugees would rob their land, so they formed associations to protect themselves, and even had armed conflicts, killing many people.

When disaster victims and local areas have conflicts, the officials are of course on their own side. The situation of helpless victims is in a very difficult situation.

Bao Zheng's brows frowned, and before, he would definitely write a letter to impeach Xia Jun and impeach other officials who disregarded the lives and deaths of the people.

But since the Cui family's case, Bao Zheng has also changed and has become more focused on the overall situation.

The court had a difficult financial situation. It was necessary to settle the people, build the Liuta River, and guard against the Liao Dynasty. In all aspects, the expenses were huge and they could not afford enough money and food.

It’s like a family, who can’t eat enough food?

The palms and backs of hands are full of flesh, and it hurts whenever you touch it!

"The lower-ranking official has no choice but to be a villain. Perhaps someone can come up with a solution to both sides, and save the people..." Bao Zheng bowed and said, and suddenly there was a loud shout outside.

"I have no tricks!"

Wang Ning'an rushed in angrily. He listened outside for a while, wishing he could tear Bao Heizi to pieces.

"Mr. Bao, my father sent someone to pick up the family members of the army. How could you incite so many people to Cangzhou? Do you want to kill them?"

Facing Wang Ning'an's roar, Bao Zheng seemed very calm, "The court cannot provide food, they are dead people, and they may be able to live in Cangzhou."

"Nonsense." Wang Ning'an was angry, "I said, Lord Bao, have you ever thought about it? Now there are 10,000 or 20,000 people coming here. Even if they are really settled, what about the others? How powerful is our family? If seventy or eight hundred thousand people pour into Cangzhou, what should we do then?"

Bao Zheng was silent, very ugly, but he turned to laugh, "Wang Erlang, to say so, can you settle 10,000 or 20,000 people?"

I was beaten by the old man.

Wang Ning'an was about to refute, but Ouyang Xiu spoke.

"Erlang, Liuyi Academy, is about being practical and practical. If you have strategies and can help the people, you should take them out. What's the point of taking hundreds of thousands of creatures?"

The old man was full of grief and anger. Several people present stared at him, as if he dared to refuse, we would beat you up.

Wang Ning'an laughed dryly. He found out the situation and of course he sympathized with the people. However, it was not easy to save so many people. Not only did he have to save people, but he also had to be careful of open and hidden arrows. It was difficult!

"Zuiweng, Lord Bao, and all the masters, I may have some ideas about resettling the people, but..."

"Just what?"

"This matter is so much involved, I'm worried that it will be hindered from above." Wang Ning'an thought, "This time, the disaster relief and the river workers were all hosted by Prince Xia. If something went wrong, it was no less than slapping Prince Xia in the face. What would he do? Zhuiweng knows more than me."

Nonsense, Ouyang Xiu knew, of course, how bad that old thing Xia Zuo was. The matter between Ouyang Xiu and his niece was fabricated by Xia Zuo and spread it everywhere, making Ouyang Xiu neither a human nor a ghost.

Old Ouyang remained silent, and Yu Jing suddenly spoke.

"Xia Zen is in trouble with the country and is not conducive to disaster relief. At worst, I can write a letter to impeach and bring the old thief down first!"

"No!" Bao Zheng waved his hand quickly, "Duke Wuxi, the difficulty of the court is obvious. The subordinates are not speaking for Mr. Xia, but impeachment at this time. Many people will think that it is using disaster relief to start a party dispute. At that time, the court will be in chaos, and there will be no way to talk about disaster relief. These hundreds of thousands of elderly, weak women and children are afraid that even half of them will not survive."

After hearing Bao Zheng's words, Wang Ning'an was really surprised. It's really rare when this vanguard learned to plan for the country!

Lao Bao felt Wang Ning'an's surprised gaze and laughed dryly.

"Erlang, you always think twice when doing things. This is what you taught me. Why don't you teach me some of the skills to relieve disasters this time?" For the sake of the victims, Lao Bao lowered his head and smiled, but he squeezed Wang Ning'an into the corner, no matter how bad it is.

After thinking for a while, Wang Ning'an said in a muffled voice: "I have a way to solve the livelihood of 100,000 people at most, but... I must take it slowly, and the court must cooperate with it with all my strength."

Wang Ning'an is not a lie. Several old men fell into deep thought and did not let the court restrain him. It was easy to say but difficult to do. It was even more difficult to avoid party struggles.

Wang Ning'an doesn't say anything. I can't be polite if you ask me a problem. Anyway, I won't settle the messy things, so I won't give you a chance!

This is a story about pits and being pitted, referred to as mutual pitfalls.

After a long time, Ouyang Xiu smiled slightly, "Party struggles cannot be avoided, but I have a way to make the struggles unable to interfere with disaster relief. Wang Erlang, what do you think?"

Wang Ning'an shrugged indifferently, "Let's wait and see."
Chapter completed!