Live as the emperor

Chapter 14 Building houses for refugees?

On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, just after the fourth watch, Wenhua Hall, Chaohui.

"In the capital, more and more refugees are pouring in. Why didn't anyone report it to me before? If it weren't for the return of the ice truck yesterday, I would still be kept in the dark by you!"

Chen Ang seemed very excited, his beard flickered, his eight-character eyebrows almost raised to the sky, obviously very angry about this matter.

Under the court, the ministers stood on both sides, including civil servants and military generals.When Chen Ang was furious, no one dared to speak, but you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one took the lead.

Seeing this, Chen Ang became even angrier. In the first year after the founding of the People's Republic, all these civil and military ministers were single-handedly picked up by himself. Why...

"As ministers, you are my eyes and ears, but what about you? You don't even go to the streets? Well, then you didn't see those poor people on the way to court? Don't you even have ears? Have you heard that a large number of refugees are pouring into the capital?"

No. 1 on the left is Prime Minister Sima Nan. He slightly lowered his eyes, looking at a copper stove smoking cigarettes not far in front of him. Waiting for prosperity, coupled with ice disasters in some places, some refugees fleeing from famine are inevitable. The officials of these ministries have also reported this matter to the old ministers, but the ministers think that the emperor takes care of everything every day, so such trivial matters are unnecessary. Let the emperor bother."

"Small matter? In the eyes of the prime minister, what is a major matter?" Chen Ang stared at Sima Nan closely, and said in a bad tone.

Sima Nan arched his hands, smiled slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, the so-called Qi family governs the country and the world..."

"That's enough, Prime Minister." Before he finished speaking, Chen Ang interrupted him and said: "The people have left their homes, where did they come from? How can they get together? How can the country be governed if the civilians are displaced? There are still refugees crying, how can the world be peaceful?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice became louder and louder, and every word was clear and resounding.The ministers were all speechless after being questioned, and wanted to say something, but found that everything they said seemed to be weak.

Although Sima Nan was scolded, he was more composed than anyone else, and he still stood there without changing his face.

"Your Majesty, you are too serious."

However, Chen Ang said tit-for-tat: "Prime Minister, you are too light on your words. The saints have long said that the people are the most important, the society is second, and the king is the lightest. The people are the foundation of the world. If the hearts of the people are gone, there will be no foundation." Be steady! The king is the boat, and the people are the water that carries the boat. Although the water can float the boat, the waves that rise are enough to overturn even the biggest boat!"

The man at the bottom on the right, with a gray beard and a red court dress, is Qian Feng, Prime Minister of the Right.He cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, the issue of refugees should indeed be taken seriously."

Chen Ang's face softened a little, and Sima Nan also looked at him, with a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes, Qian Feng did not show weakness, and returned a glance.

Chen Ang sighed and said, "Prime Minister Sima."

"The minister is here."

"Prime Minister, as the head of all the officials, your most important responsibility is to check the sentiments of the people, but what have you done? You turned a blind eye to the problems of the common people, and even kept this matter that is related to the hearts of the people from me, how could you Can it be like this?" Chen Ang's tone became severe again.

The ministers whispered to each other, and the hall suddenly seemed a little noisy.Sima Nan looked left and right, took a step forward, cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. Your majesty has far-reaching eyes, and I can't wait for the unexpected."

After listening to him, Chen Ang said with a blank expression, "Then about the refugees..."

Sima Nan quickly expressed his position: "Your Majesty, I will handle it carefully immediately. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

Chen Ang nodded slightly and said: "Okay, I'll just wait and see. My dear friends, do you know what the emperor is most afraid of? It is to block sight and hearing. Why do you need to go to court? It is to show what you see. Tell me everything you hear."

"Although the prime minister is the head of all officials, he may not do everything properly. This time, Prime Minister Zuo made a mistake in judging the refugee issue."

"So you don't need to tell me everything after the prime minister's nod, do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, it immediately exploded in Sima Nan's ears like a thunderbolt.He raised his head all of a sudden, his eyes widened, filled with unbelievable words.

What does the emperor mean by this?
The ministers were all shocked, does the emperor have any objections to Prime Minister Zuo?

Everyone's hearts and minds began to turn.

After the court was over, Sima Nan returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and his wife hurried up to meet him. Seeing that his expression was not good, she asked why. Sima Nan then told the whole story of what happened at the court this morning, saying: "This Guy, it's too embarrassing for me."

Madam said: "Yes, no matter how you say it, he is also a father-in-law."

This Sima Nan's daughter was married to Chen Yong, the prince of the dynasty!This prime minister is naturally a relative of the emperor.

Madam said again: "Then how does Mr. Xiang deal with the refugee matter?"

Sima Nan sneered, "What about the refugees? Hmph, it's too simple. I've already ordered the soldiers of Nine Cities to drive all these refugees out of the capital."

Outside the west gate of the capital, on an open space beside the official road, a shed was built with bark, two stoves, and two large pots on top, boiling steaming rice porridge.The refugees seemed to be drooling when they smelled the aroma of the rice porridge.They surrounded the two cauldrons, making a lot of noise, holding broken bowls or rotten bowls in their hands, and they seemed to be glued to the stove, unable to go away.

Several monks in the tent, sweating profusely, kept distributing rice porridge to the refugees.

On the top of the shed, there is a big red eye-catching banner, which reads: King Jin and Yufeng Temple provide congee for disaster victims.

Outside the shed, there was a table for the Eight Immortals. Chen Guang, who was wearing plain clothes, propped his forehead and frowned as he looked at the continuous stream of victims.

Yang Rong squeezed out from the shed, came in front of Chen Guang, and said: "Originally, some refugees had already entered the capital, but for some reason today, people from the Nine City Bingma Division dispatched to drive all these victims out." Well, there were enough refugees outside the city, but now there are more. It seems that we need to prepare some more rice, and I don’t know about Yufeng Temple..."

Chen Guang was also a little worried, whether it would be too much if it went on like this.After coming down from Yufeng Temple, he didn't rest for a quarter of an hour. He returned to Prince Jin's Mansion and arranged things. Immediately, the contact person found such a place, built a simple porridge shed, and started distributing food to the refugees.

"Didn't you already order two warehouses of rice at the rice shop? There should be no problem with emergency. But I was thinking about another problem. Now that the cold wind is blowing, they have been driven out of the city without even a shelter from the wind. The young man is still Well, how can the elderly and children bear it?" Chen Guang not only counted on the Yufeng Temple family to shoulder the burden, even though his family was not rich, he still donated part of it without hesitation.

Yang Rong thought for a while, and said: "That's better than this. We also send out some people to serve porridge at night. With hot porridge, we can resist the cold even at night."

Chen Guang glanced at him and said, "Is this porridge good for a night?"

When his plan was rejected, Yang Rong suddenly lost his mind and said, "Then what do you think your Highness should do?"

Chen Guang said in a low voice: "In my opinion, there must be a place to shelter from the wind and rain. If it snows, it's good to be able to take shelter."

He stood up suddenly, patted the table and said, "I have decided to find a place to build houses for refugees."

Yang Rong was taken aback: "Huh? Building a house?"

It’s not as simple as building a log cabin. Just look at the porridge here. If there are not 1000 people, there are 800 people. Compared with the entire refugee army, this is simply a drop in the ocean. Let’s put it this way, even if it is It may not be enough to free up this capital city and let all the refugees live there!
Where do we go to find such a large piece of land to build a house, my Highness King Jin?

Besides, even if you find a place, who the hell will pay for it?Just the 10 taels of silver in the warehouse?Hey, that little money is more than enough to spend on my own, and I want to build a house?Moreover, it is a big house where tens of thousands of people or 10 people live. Even buying wood is not enough.

Of course, it may not be necessary to build such a large house, but at least it must be able to accommodate 1 people, which is probably the sum of the elderly and children.

In the live broadcast room, the scene of the porridge was being broadcast live. Seeing those ragged people shivering in the cold wind, the netizens who sat in the air-conditioned room and surfed the Internet comfortably began to feel sympathy.

"It looks really pitiful. The kid just now only wore one piece of clothing."

"It's really pitiful. Hey, ancient times are so helpless and there is no way."

"Not to mention ancient times, no matter what era there are refugees, you just didn't see them."

"The anchor has done a good thing this time. At least for some victims, their lives have been changed because of the anchor. But this power is limited after all. Friends, hurry up and help the anchor find a way."

"Yeah, building a house requires a lot of money, can the anchor take it out? Don't be impulsive, don't end up halfway, it will be bad."

Chen Guang smiled wryly, and he explained in the live broadcast room: "My personality may be more extreme. Either I don't do it, or I do it to perfection. Now that I have found a way to let them have a bite , then it will be regarded as a good person who will do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and then try to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

"The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, anchor." Someone persuaded, "You have done a good job now, what is the prince doing now?"

(End of this chapter)