Chapter 592: The empire begins to cry
The wind was surging, dark clouds rushed past like a thousand horses, covering the sky, and the sky was dimming at an alarming speed visible to the naked eye.
The black cloud pressed against the city to destroy the city, the black cloud spread over the top of the head like a group of roaring wild horses, gathering thicker, lower pressure, like a huge black pot, as if it was about to be crushed.
The day seems to have reached the night in an instant, and the world is pitch black.
Boom!
Where the sky is coming, a flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and the sound of thunder shook the sky and the earth!
There was a violent wind, and the big raindrops of soybeans fell from the sky, snapping non-stop. Lightning bursts through the sky, like lightsabers slicing through the darkness, ear-splitting thunder narrated, the raindrops turned into a curtain of rain, and the rushing was like a river flooding down the sky.
The strong wind whipped up the rainstorm like countless whips waving, lashing out the court fiercely, and the water flowing down from the eaves was like a curtain of water!
rushing rushing... torrential rain is pouring down the river instead of pouring down!
Lightning flashed, lightning flashed, and I saw a group of people in the Songjiang government office resembling a statue in a temple.
The prefect of Songjiang watched the heavy rain on Saturday, with pain and sadness in his eyes.
He was a scholar in the first year of Chongzhen. He was full of poems and books, and he was careful not to talk about strange things. However, under the mighty power, he felt that his faith for many years was shaken.
What's wrong with this Daming!
Since April of the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, Ming Dynasty, Wujiang, Gui'an and other places in Su, Song, Hu and other prefectures have been pouring heavy rain day and night, flooding into rivers, water bursting suddenly, turbulent immediately, regardless of embankment, houses dumped, people have no livelihood!
Wait until the heavy rain ceased, and on an impatient Saturday, he walked out of the mansion in a hurry to check the disaster.
"Quick!" He went up to the Songjiang dyke, his heart tightened.
The vast expanse of white outside the city is full of water, and people are surging from the heights, like ants.
They yelled, crying loudly, coming from afar, even though the sound of wind and rain cannot be covered up, it is heart palpitating, as if the world is in the same sadness.
I cry!
Tears shed on both cheeks on Saturday. He Gu, Shengmin, suffered such a catastrophe.
Back in the city, the victims appeared one after another, the price of rice was soaring, and the rice was sold to three or four silver coins. This is a grain township in the south of the Yangtze River!
The rain is constantly underground. On Saturdays, people are hired at high prices to organize boats and get out of the city for rescue.
The faces of the victims were pale and tragic!
Their homes were destroyed, their wives were scattered, and they were penniless!
When the flood came, it was unstoppable, and it was the ancestors who could escape his life.
But when he was rescued, he was sent to the city, but he jumped from a puddle into a fire pit!
Many rich families are closed, the people eat all the roots and skins of plants, trees, and roots, throwing their wives to sleep with the deceased. The tyrannical people were in groups, clamoring for food, neighbourhoods were on strike, and the villages closed their houses and sentiments fiercely.
Chengli Rice Store was almost closed, and it kept selling "Doumi one or two silver!" The shockingly high price!
During the Wanli period, the price of a stone of rice fluctuated between seven dollars and a tael of silver. There were ten liters of a stone, and ten buckets of a liter of rice!
Official warehouse?
The official warehouse mouse is as big as a fight. Of course, it does not refer to mice, but to people!
The corrupt officials of various ministries ate a lot of rice. Even if they were a clean official on Saturday, they couldn't stand the co-operation of the subordinates. What was even more terrifying was their hands.
As soon as we count, the official warehouse of Songjiang is less than ten shi!
The head of Saturday blew up all of a sudden, and the ambassador of the Guankuang was scolded and said: "The treasury should store more than one thousand stones. Where is the food?"
Ambassador Guan Ku is a 50-year-old old official with a sharpened face and three strands of rat whiskers. He said: "If you return to the mansion, the court will keep adjusting the food. In Nanjing, the Ministry of Households adjusted the grain from the government depot and took away most of the old grain. After the autumn harvest, it received new grain, and because of the ravages of robbers, the Ministry of War transferred all the grain it received!"
Talking, the ledger is not leaking, and I was angry when I came out on Saturday!
He scolded angrily: "The Ministry of War adjusts the grain, and there is also a fixed number. You should keep more than a thousand stones in the warehouse. You are so generous. See how you can explain to the Songjiang folks!"
spit away in anger!
Guanku ambassador showed a dark smile on his face. He sold all the good food, bought the bad food, and then took the opportunity of the Ministry of War to transfer all the bad food!
So how can the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty be undefeated and eat food packages to prevent diarrhea!
There is no proof, so that on Saturday, there is no way to find the error. The price difference between the new inferior grains will be shared by the rats up and down!
Not only is Songjiang in trouble, Suzhou and Huzhou, the land of fish and rice, are soaked in floods.
These areas have always been prosperous, and the civilian population is rich in food storage, but I didn't expect that everything would be wiped out when the flood came.
In fact, there are no blisters in many places in the city, and there is still food, but the black-hearted gentry and rich people have made a lot of money in the country. Some are fighting rice for a tael or two of silver. On Saturday, they saw a victim in the street. Cobbled together again, and less than ten copper plates to a tael of silver reluctantly bought a bucket of rice, but there are seven people in this family!
tried to persuade those people to help the disaster, but only received a thousand taels of silver, which is ten shi at the market price, which happens to be the food stock of the Kufu!
Saturday was itchy with hatred, but he didn't make any mistakes with these people.
"Qingliu" is easy to do, but "upright officials" are difficult. They are so powerful and intertwined that even the prefects can't provoke them on Saturday.
The brigade retreated a bit, the victims from the four townships flocked to the city, the government served porridge, and the porridge could be used as a mirror to look at people, and the chopsticks could not stand.
This is porridge, this is water!
No, there are still people in the city who serve porridge and can stand with chopsticks, but this bowl of porridge is not delicious.
I will sell myself to Southeast Mansion after I eat it!
The office of the Southeast Prefecture swaggered out the banner, shouting "Immigrate to Southeast Asia, there is food and money!"
I am trying to sell Songjiang people to sell piglets to Southeast Asia. Of course, it's not that selling characters is so unpleasant. They go to Southeast Asia as formal citizens and are treated well.
The reason why Southeast Mansion was able to gain a foothold in Jiangnan was because it partnered with the local gentry and wealthy to do business and sell their silk to Europa to earn a lot of silver~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If those people embarrass Southeast Mansion, then everyone One shot and two scattered, so the behavior of the Southeast Mansion was left unchecked.
In the past, the Southeast Prefecture offices were still low-key business in population trading. Now when the floods hit, the victims in the city immediately distributed leaflets to encourage them to immigrate to the Southeast Prefecture.
However, even under such a catastrophe, the homeland is difficult to move. The victims are only 10% more emigrating to Southeast Asia than before. Everyone is waiting for government relief and returning home after the water recedes.
This needs money and food. On Saturday, I murmured secretly and kept reporting upwards. The governor of Suzhou’s Yamen reported urgent documents to the imperial capital and Nanjing households with 800 miles.
Emperor Chongzhen sympathized with the suffering of the people and issued instructions: "...or natural disasters prevail, people seek to inspire, greed to help the abuse of droughts and plights, and stern and violent urges Feng Yi to wave. During the people's livelihood, don't wait for death. Although the edict of compassion has been repeatedly issued recently, Turn a deaf ear to ears. Today I hear that the lazy women do not follow the world, and the abusers do not do well. How much money will the local officials give? How many people will be paid to resign? The fields are barren. Is there any way to cultivate? The rich squires, if they try to persuade them to send money and send millets, have they stopped money and food, have they ever been listed and notified, so that they can benefit? The ministers should be responsible for the maintenance of the people and the people, and it is necessary to reduce the inspections of the county That is to say, whether there are local hungers or not, the hall of prosecutors is the most."
The emperor’s edict was high-sounding and spread to Songjiang. On Saturday, I first read it in reverence, and then hopefully asked the governor’s Yamen banner official who sent the copy of the sacred edict: “Can the household have the money to pay? The governor’s office will give it to me.” How many houses?"
"Nothing!" The banner officer spread his hands together authentically.
"He's X!" Saturday was so angry that he threw the copy of the edict on the table!
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