The amber liquid flows in the white porcelain bowl, which is pleasing to the eye.
Magu wine is a specialty of Fuzhou. It is brewed with clear mountain springs and good glutinous rice. It is also mixed with more than 20 Chinese herbal medicines. It is warm and nourishing, soothes the muscles and activates blood circulation, clears the brain, refreshes the mind, expels wind and strengthens the bones.
Wine, in traditional culture, is also a culture of health maintenance. One cup a day, don’t drink too much. Over time, it will naturally achieve the effect of strengthening your body and bones.
A jar of wine can only be shared by one person. Xie Jin smelled the aroma of wine and looked intoxicated. Tie Xuan drank it all in one gulp, then smacked his lips as if he didn't taste the drink.
"What a waste of natural resources!" Xie Jin said disdainfully, "This is just slowly... Hey, old man!"
While exclaiming, Tie Xuan grabbed the other person's drink with his big hand, raised his neck and drank it all, then wiped his mouth and said, "You drink so slowly?"
"You..." Xie Jin was speechless.
Although the wine was good, Zhu Yunxi had no intention of drinking it.
He said to Yi Cheng, "Come here, I have something to ask you!"
"Sir!" Yi Cheng came over respectfully, bent down and said, "What are your orders?"
"I heard that a few days ago, Fuzhou's failure to provide relief to the victims led to a civil uprising. Now tens of thousands of people are gathering on the mountain. Is this true?" Zhu Yunxi asked coldly while sipping the fish soup.
"This... Sir, this official is just a messenger..."
At this moment, a piece of Jinyi Xiaowei's dental plaque was thrown on the table. He Guangyi snorted coldly, "Whatever the Lord asks you, just say it. What's the point of hesitating?"
If you don't tell me now, I'll take you to jail if I'm angry. Let's see if you tell me or not? "
"Sir!" Yi Cheng was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed and said, "The villain said, the villain said!"
The Jinyiwei were the emperor's personal soldiers, and even the prime minister arrested and killed him. He, a little postmaster, really couldn't afford to offend him.
"Then tell me about the causes and consequences of the disaster in Fuzhou. How did the government deal with it? How did the victims gather together!" Zhu Yunxi put down the bowl and sat down with a golden sword and said.
"The flood came so suddenly. The victims from the four surrounding counties rushed over. Those who had no food or drink wanted to go to the city to beg for food. But Fuzhou City did not have much food in stock, and the people of Fuzhou also needed to eat."
"The magistrate ordered that while collecting food for relief, the four doors should be closed tightly.
In the next few days, there will be more and more victims. The food from above has not yet arrived, and the porridge factory outside the city does not have enough food every day. "
"How many porridge factories are there in total?" Zhu Yunxi suddenly asked, "How many meals a day!"
"Six!" Yi Cheng hesitated, "Just one meal a day."
Disaster victims from four counties in Fuzhou continued to flock to Fuzhou, with tens of thousands of victims.
How to manage only six porridge factories? In this kind of disaster year, once people get together, it is difficult not to cause trouble. And it is one meal a day. If it is organized by the local government, it will be okay for everyone. But if the old, weak, sick and disabled cannot get it, trouble is bound to happen.
Zhu Yunxi said with a cold face, "Keep talking!"
Yi Cheng swallowed, "Then one day a few young and strong men who were extremely hungry got into a quarrel in the porridge factory. They said they didn't have enough to eat and that the government didn't care about their lives, so the officials slaughtered a few of them on the spot. .”
"Who would have thought that the victims would start a riot now, but it was the prefect who came forward and said that the disaster relief food from the court would be arriving soon, so he calmed them down!"
"On the third day, the food from the court really came. But the porridge factory still only provided one meal a day. Truckloads of food were transported into the city, but they were not used for relief. The victims refused to agree.
Some of the victims were the leaders of the militia archers. They robbed the grain truck on the spot and stole a lot of food! "
"Zhang Shan deserves to die!" Zhu Yunxi slammed the table and said angrily.
The magistrate of Fuzhou is named Zhang Shan. He was elected in the fourth year of Hongwu. The official assessment of his more than 20 years of official career showed no outstanding achievements, but he also had no faults.
But I didn't expect that this person was so incompetent. Disaster relief must start from the grassroots level, organizing government personnel to separate the victims, ensuring their food rations, and actively providing pensions to stabilize the local area.
He didn't do anything right. Not only did he not do it well, but he also made the victims angry and failed.
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It's ironic to say that throughout the ages, he is not the first such foolish official, but he is not the last either. There are usually five to six people, but if something happens, all of them will be paralyzed.
"Sir!" Yi Cheng looked at Zhu Yunxi and whispered, "Actually, Master Zhang is a good official!"
"What's good about him?" Zhu Yunhe asked in surprise.
"As soon as the Fuhe River burst, the magistrate organized the people to go to the river embankment and stayed there day and night." As he said that, Yi Cheng looked at the guards around him and mustered up his courage and said, "Masters of the Jinyi Guards, Zhang Your Excellency is a good official and an upright official!"
"How can a good official manage things like this?" Zhu Yunxi sneered, but something immediately occurred to his mind.
Zhang Shan, the prefect of Fuzhou, was transferred to Fuzhou as the prefect in April this year. He was transferred at the same level. The assessment of the Ministry of Personnel also said that Zhang Shan was an honest official.
According to the history of local inspection censors, when Zhang Shan arrived, he only brought his family, a few servants, and a mule cart.
Moreover, Yi Cheng said that Zhang Shan has been on the river embankment since the Fuhe River burst, so who is in charge of the relief? Who is managing the distribution of food rations to the victims?
Could it be that there is some hidden secret in it?
Zhu Yunxi was suspicious and continued to ask, "Do you know the origin of Wang Musheng, the thief who robbed the disaster relief food?"
Yi Cheng is a very well-informed person in the local area, and it can even be said that there is some connection between black and white.
"My lord, I heard that he used to be an archer in the country militia!"
The militia is a grassroots armed force organized by the gentry in the Ming Dynasty. It is a common people in peacetime. If there is a war, it will obey the command of the government.
Most of these militiamen are brave and fierce people in the countryside, but they are quite famous in the countryside. The south is different from the north. In the south, most people have one village and one surname. The clans are powerful and the surrounding villages have been intermarried for generations. These people are very united.
Once there is a dispute with outsiders, it is often these aggressive and aggressive militiamen who take the lead. Southerners seem to be honest and docile, but when their interests are touched, they are the most violent. There are endless armed fights between villages and villages and townships.
"Then how many people did Wang Musheng bring to rob the grain truck?" Zhu Yunxi asked again, "Tell me carefully what you know about the joints."
"This..." Yi Cheng began to hesitate again, cold sweat slowly broke out on his head, and his expression was extremely tangled.
He knows something, but he dare not say it!
Zhu Yunxi winked at He Guangyi, who slapped the table and said, "Look up!"
Yi Cheng was so frightened that he looked at him tremblingly.
"Are you literate? Look at what's written on my waistband?" He Guangyi took out the ivory waistband directly from his arms.
"The commander of the Jin Yiwei army..." Yi Cheng muttered intermittently.
"I am the emperor's personal soldier. Even if the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province comes, I will not tolerate him. If you know anything, just tell me, and I will keep you safe. If you dare to fool me, hehe! I won't take you to prison. , eat some prison food!"
(During the Hongwu period of the early Ming Dynasty, there were no governors in each province, and the largest official was the Chief Secretary. At that time, governor was a general term, which mostly referred to local inspections on behalf of the emperor. For example, Zhu Biao once inspected Shaanxi.)
Zhu Yunxi also said, "Say it, there will be a reward if you agree!" Then he waved his hand, and Liao Yong behind him took out a palm-sized gold cake and placed it directly in front of Yi Cheng.
Yi Cheng was obviously very troubled in his heart, but when he was sent away, his eyes were the most vicious. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. If he said it, he might be in trouble in the future, but if he didn't say it, he would be in trouble now.
After struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, that Wang Musheng turned out to be a security guard at the porridge factory. That day when the porridge factory was releasing grain, he saw that there was some sand mixed in the grain, so he made some irrelevant gossip!"
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Yunxi asked, "Hesitating, say it quickly!"
"Wang Musheng said that these black-minded officials dared to mix sand in the grain for disaster relief!" Yi Cheng wiped the sweat from his head and continued, "He just wanted to talk about it, but he didn't expect that someone would turn around and tell the Yamen class. head."
"That day, four government officials took him into a prison in the city and gave him twenty whips. If his family members hadn't given money to him, he might have died in it. So after he came out, Wang Musheng gritted his teeth and said, I simply took a few sworn brothers and robbed the grain truck."
"Just because of one word, the government officials arrested people and put them in jail?" Zhu Yunxi was furious. "Just because the common people complained, the government officials arrested people and executed them without authorization? It's a big joke in the world! Unheard of! What they did, People can’t tell?”
"Tsk, tsk, what a great official power! The Ming Law states that innocent people are not allowed to be punished, and the government is not allowed to arrest or detain without authorization. Is this Ming Law a king's law? Is it a fucking piece of paper for wiping your ass?"
The more Zhu Yunxi talked, the angrier he became. The old man couldn't sleep all night because of the disaster in Jiangxi. Use the military ration reserves and use the money at the bottom of the treasury. The purpose is to let the disaster pass as soon as possible and let the people suffer less.
Unexpectedly, not only did this local official fail to appreciate the court's painstaking efforts, but he became even more mean and arrogant. Where do you place people’s hearts? Where is the national law?
Is this simply the government forcing the people to rebel?
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the inn.
Swish, all the guards in the room unsheathed their swords, cocked their crossbows, and quickly formed a battle formation, protecting Zhu Yunxi by their side.
"Who's coming?" Fu Rang shouted at the door.
"I am the Chief Secretary of Jiangxi Province, Yuan Wenqing!"
"I know Li Tai from Fuzhou."
"I am the general judge of Fuzhou, Zhang Wenyi."
"See His Royal Highness the Imperial Envoy King Wu!"
The drizzle outside was filled with the sounds of official obeisances, and the Yi Cheng in the lobby was already stunned. Looking at Zhu Yunxi in disbelief, he almost fainted.
"You...are the imperial envoy?"
Xie Jin smiled and said, "You, Yi Cheng, will brag a lot in the future. This is His Royal Highness the Emperor's direct grandson, King Wu, who is the imperial envoy who came to Jiangxi to preside over disaster relief!"
"God!" Yi Cheng exclaimed, and then kowtowed repeatedly, "I have seen King Wu live a thousand years, I..."
"You are very good. I will keep in mind what you said today. Don't be afraid, no one dares to wrong you!" After saying that, Zhu Yunxi turned around and said, "Tie Xuan, show me the Imperial Envoy's Day flag!"
"Yes!" Tie Xuan responded, and then he took out the imperial envoy's flag from the bag and packed it up.
Holding the imperial envoy's banner, he walked to the door and said, "The imperial envoy King Wu has arrived!"
In the rain, dozens of officials knelt down in the muddy water in the yard of the post station.
Looking at the flag representing the emperor, he said, "Long live my emperor!"
Then, he saw Zhu Yunxi walking to the door again, "King Wu is a thousand years old!"