Brother Zhu Youxiao

Chapter 514

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

"Bang bang bang-"

Spring outside the Great Wall always comes late. When it comes to April, everything is revived, the trees are green, and the grasslands are still full of withered yellow. Only those small buds that have been drilled out of the soil lately bring the land It is full of spring.

It's a pity that when the horse's hoof trampled past, the little bud disappeared.

On the Mobei grassland in May, the cavalry of the Ming army was using the banner as a scale to conduct guerrilla attacks against the Harqin tribe entrenched around the Yuerhai.

Under the Apocalypse [-] rifles equipped by the Ming army cavalry, the Karaqin cavalry who threatened the important town of Jibian in the past became lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They were shot dead by the Ming army and their heads were cut off. The cavalry took away.

As dusk fell, the cavalry of the Ming army returned with a full load, but Harqin was killed and injured.

The news was sent back to the "Qi Wangfu City" in the northern part of the sea, and Subudi's face in the Tucheng was very ugly.

"Khan, it's been a month, not to mention that the tribe has lost more than 600 warriors, and tens of thousands of cattle and sheep have been looted by the Ming army. How will the tribe survive until winter?"

As long as the Hezhong area is occupied, no matter how powerful Zhu Youjian is, it is impossible to fight them across thousands of miles of Gobi and desert.

He heard about Bi Ziyan, and issued orders to Bi Ziyan according to the policies in Yanqing Prefecture, which made Bi Ziyan look up at him in disbelief.

Naturally, such a decree was questioned at the same time as it was issued, especially those officials who regarded Bi Ziyan as a role model.

It’s just that the difference between taking one year and taking every year is too big. If it is really certain that the drought will continue, then forcing the people of Shanxi to leave is not only for their own good, but also for the good of Daming.

Thinking of this, Subudi, who was sitting in the big yurt, frowned with a headache.

With this idea in mind, Zhu Youjian came to the railway station in Yanqing Prefecture, got off the train and got on the train under the escort of Xiao Qiwei.

It's just that not long after this year, since the snow melted in March, the soldiers and horses of the Eastern Army Governor's Mansion in Modong began to harass the border continuously, causing heavy losses to Karaqin.

"Your Highness... Do you know how many people have to leave their homes by doing this?"

"Your Highness..." Zheng Shuji had a sore nose. He is a Yanshan student who graduated in the sixth year of Tianqi, and he is proficient in civil engineering and water conservancy. Therefore, he has been building various water storage and irrigation water conservancy facilities since he took root in Yanqing Prefecture.

In front of him, only handfuls of sparse wheat remained in the flat field.

He walked down the steps to the reservoir, stepped on the dry and cracked soil for a hundred steps, bent down to pick up a clam shell, and remained silent for a long time, not knowing what to say, but continued to walk on the dry and cracked river bed of the reservoir with.

The group of them walked north, followed the canal, and soon they saw a small river.

Those who couldn't afford it moved out first, and those who could afford it were allotted fields. This led to a vicious circle, and more and more people were unwilling to move.

Under the command of officials from Yanqing Prefecture, some people are now digging in the low-lying places of the riverbed in an attempt to dig out the groundwater in the riverbed.

"Except for Zhangzhou, Nan'an, Guangxin, and Raozhou, all of Jiangxi was affected by the disaster."

After a quarter of an hour, the officials dismissed them shaking their heads.

Not to mention whether Lin Danhan can eat them, even if he can eat them, Lin Danhan would not dare to eat them, or there is no need to eat them.

"Khan, why don't we move west!"

As it was getting dusk, the setting sun shone into the palace from the window and shrouded Zhu Youjian's body, making his surroundings seem a little dark, only the square inch around him was brighter.

He returned to the household department with a little sadness, and gave the order with a heavy heart.

He is tired, so is Zhu Youjian.

Although there are thousands of troops, there are actually less than 2000 men, and only 300 or [-] can fight.

There are still 11 years to go, and it is better to have short-term pain than long-term pain.

Under Zhu Youjian's gaze, he raised his hand with difficulty, but lowered his head, hiding his head behind his sleeves and hands.

In the end, Daming had to be responsible for the food rations of nearly 800 million people in Shanxi, and this year, when there was a large area of ​​harvest in Shaanxi, Daming had to spend at least 3000 to [-] million shimimai to keep them alive.

However, when Zhu Youjian came to the river, he found that the river had dried up, and the river bed was full of cracks, like the deep wrinkles on the old man's face.

As the Great Khan of Chechnya, Shuo Lei of the Chechen Ministry is also the eastern part of the three major tribes of Khalkha in Mobei. Subudi naturally asked him for help first.

Before Zheng Shuji finished speaking, Zhu Youjian patted the dust on his hands and stood up slowly.

Watching the backs of them leaving for work, Bi Ziyan leaned back on the chair and fell asleep a little tiredly.

It was cold last year, and there were [-] to [-] tribesmen in Subudi, and nearly [-] cavalry, so after one winter, the cattle and sheep in the tribe were consumed a lot.

After all, no matter how severe the drought is, it is impossible for the Yellow River, Wei River, Jing River, and Han River to stop flowing.

"Let's move west..." After a long time, Subudi was still planning to temporarily avoid the edge of the Ming army, even though he was very reluctant to part with Qiwangfu City and the thousands of acres of cultivated land around it.

Even if they can't be defeated, they can let them go and let their Great Mongolian Alliance move westward to annex the Kazakh Khanate and occupy the Hezhong area.

The birth of Zhu Cihong made Zhu Youjian feel more urgent. He desperately wanted to arrange everything well, so he took control of Qi, ended the alienation between brothers, and relaxed his spirit.

After the words fell, Bi Ziyan seemed to be a few years older, turned around and walked out of the palace staggeringly.

migrate……

Zhu Youjian nodded when he saw this, but he did not leave, but went to the forest not far away.

If the drought this time is really the drought in Shanshan and Shaanxi, then relocating the people is indeed the most effective way.

Zhu Youjian, who watched this scene, frowned tightly, with a dignified expression, while Zheng Shuji, the magistrate of Yanqing Prefecture, who was standing next to Liu Yanen, hurriedly bowed and explained:
"Your Highness, the state government has built thirteen reservoirs and more than a hundred miles of canals over the years, but even so, the water in the reservoirs has only lasted for two or three months. After entering April, there are no streams in the mountains, not to mention, Even the water that people drink has to be dug continuously to have a sip of water.”

Regarding the Shanxi incident, Zhu Youjian could pay for the food stamps after the relocation, but he could not pay for the food for disaster relief.

He has already done this ideological work since last year.

He looked at the crying old farmers for a long time, until they got tired of crying and got up and left with their tools, Zhu Youjian turned around and told Zheng Shuji and others:

"Buyan Ahai, the three of you brothers first led your troops to move westward to Baer and Stan, and negotiated with Shuo Lei, which means that the army is ready to sweep the north. We will move westward to Helin and ask him to make way."

After a quarter of an hour, until noon, when the sun was so fierce and dazzling, Zhu Youjian stopped and spoke slowly:
"According to the documents of the Ministry of Household Affairs, whether Yanqing Prefecture was affected by a disaster or lost its harvest..."

He pulled up a wheat stalk to check. Due to the drought that lasted for more than three months, the wheat in the wheat field had only grown less than three inches high, and the ears of the wheat were very shriveled.

"Taiyuan and Datong in Shanxi were hit by disasters, and the rest of the prefectures lost their crops!"

The reason why it has nothing to do is because Zhu Youjian is very busy at the moment...

"It's a disaster..."

With the alliance forces formed by them and Lin Dan Khan, it is absolutely possible to defeat the three Khanates of Oara in Moxi, Yarkand and Turpan in the Western Regions.

Others have resigned themselves to their fate, and they can only hunched over, picked up the tools for digging the well and left.

Subudi lied that the Ming army was going to launch the Northern Expedition, but in fact it was just to arouse the panic of the three major tribes of Wai Khalkha and encourage them to move westward together.

Because everyone knows that if someone migrates, they can get the official land, so everyone is betting that other people will migrate first.

Can Daming help the disaster?Of course it is possible, but Zhu Youjian is no longer the Zhu Youjian who only has his brother and the people in his heart. He is now the King of Qi in Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youjian walked forward along the canal in the field, Liu Yanen and Zheng Shuji followed him closely, as did Xiao Qiwei and the chariots of Prince Qi's mansion.

After these people migrated, Huangdian would buy back their fields with food stamps, and then distribute them to other people for farming.

However, they dug several feet down, but they didn't feel a trace of water vapor.

"Statistics from the Ministry of Household Affairs... Since the beginning of summer, 27 prefectures and eight prefectures in the north and south, Beijing, five provinces, and eight prefectures have been hit by disasters and have lost their harvest, which may affect more than [-] million people..."

It was Zhu Youjian, who watched the scene calmly, as if he had already been mentally prepared.

"Relocation is... a good thing for the common people."

Afterwards, the officials who sent the memorials and documents to various places did not dare to disturb them, because they all knew that since the severe drought at the beginning of the year, Bi Ziyan had been blindfolded for more than a month, and his clothes were not taken off his belt.

The amount of food in this era can be said to represent a person's physical condition, but Bi Ziyan's meal size is less than half a bowl of rice, plus some light meat and vegetables.

Due to its backing to North Zhili and Henan, the food price in Shanxi has always been lower than that in Shaanxi. This has led to the fact that during the stabilization process of Changping warehouse, the people of Shanxi always have a goal, that is, they can always have enough to eat.

At this moment, Zhu Youjian was dressed in commoner blue trousers, squatting in the field like an old farmer.

"Except for Hanzhong and Shuofang, all of Shaanxi was affected by the disaster..."

After Lin Danhan and Subudi were driven to Mobei by Zhu Youjian, they built this city on the original site of Qi Wangfu City, reclaimed wasteland around the city, and lived here.

Daming made him too tired, no matter how many times he raised the butcher knife, it seemed that those corrupt officials would grow out altogether and could never be killed.

Migration... This is the only way for the people of Shanxi to survive.

"By April 5000th, more than 3000 million acres of disaster-affected fields in the Guochao Dynasty, of which more than [-] million acres were disaster-affected and more than [-] million acres had no harvest."

"This..." Liu Yanen was a little embarrassed, or embarrassed.

"Chengdu, Meizhou, Jiading, Tongchuan and other three prefectures in Sichuan were affected by the disaster."

Many people are worried about Bi Ziyan's health, especially after watching Bi Ziyan eat less day by day, they feel a little uneasy.

"This..." Some officials couldn't believe that such words came from Bi Ziyan's mouth, but they couldn't help but hesitated after hearing it.

If there is such a severe drought, then the north may already be empty.

I just don't know how many people of the Karaqin tribe will be killed or injured, and how many cattle and sheep will be looted by the Ming army within these 20 days.

Therefore, at the beginning of spring, thousands of Mongols dragged their families and drove tens of thousands of cattle and sheep westward along the Onan River.

They don't know where Bi Ziyan heard the news, but since Daming divided Qin Tianjian into a separate yamen, and specialized in studying astronomy and geography, Qin Tianjian was indeed very accurate in predicting whether it would rain.

"If it is difficult to even drink water, then it is recommended that the people move to outside the customs."

Subudi had to prepare for Karaqin's westward migration, which naturally included moving westward by way.

When Subudi was struggling, a Taiji saluted Subudi and suggested, and Subudi opened his eyes again.

"No need..."

If things go on like this, Harqin may really die of hunger and cold this winter, just like what Qianhu said just now.

Therefore, after repeated hesitation, many officials could only bow their hands, expressing their acceptance, and then turned and left.

The Yanqing Reservoir, which is six feet high, seven feet wide, and more than a hundred steps long, has completely dried up.

The group of people who lowered their heads were exhausted, while those who raised their heads were looking up at the sky, their brows almost wrinkled into characters.

"Shanxi..."

The people in the pit were pulled up, and all of them sat on the dry riverbed, some with their heads down, and some with their heads up.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Youjian turned his back to Liu Yanen and Zheng Shuji and said, "This is a natural disaster and has nothing to do with you."

Even if it can only save a few hundred acres of land with this water, it is still worth it.

With such love for the people, he can only say this kind of words. Bi Ziyan cannot help but not believe the truth of the matter.

There is a reservoir built in Yanqing Prefecture for three years with work relief. According to Zheng Shuji's introduction, this reservoir should have been able to irrigate tens of thousands of acres of fields. However, when Zhu Youjian came to the reservoir, the reservoir had already Dry and dry to the bottom.

Since the seventh year of the Apocalypse, the drought in Shanxi and Shaanxi has lasted for six years.

After all, if Subu went to seek refuge with Lin Danhan by himself, he would probably be eaten alive by Lin Danhan, but if the four of them went together, it would be different.

Standing on the water level of the former reservoir, Zhu Youjian looked down and saw that the soil at the bottom of the reservoir was cracked with criss-cross gaps, and the dense mud clods were like plum blossom piles, which was shocking.

Seeing this, he grabbed the clods in the ground and broke them with his hands. There was basically no moisture.

The old farmer who is over half a century old is like a child, crying and howling, rolling all over the ground, but the drought will not recede because of his few tears.

Thirteen reservoirs have dried up, more than a hundred rivers and streams have been cut off, and more than half of the land in the state is dry. This can only be judged as disaster-affected. What about the prefectures, counties, and towns that have been rated as having no harvest?
After clearing up his mood, Zhu Youjian returned to the road from the dry river bed of the reservoir.

In front of his eyes, in the big tent, more than [-] nobles and nobles were looking at him. Obviously, they all wanted to move westward, and he also had to face the choice of whether to move westward.

Bi Ziyan's pupils trembled, his beard trembled, and his thin body was enough to reflect his exhaustion these days.

Although the Qiwangfu City surrounded by rammed earth can protect against wind, it is not large in scale and can only accommodate 1 people. Most of the tribe still have to live outside the city.

"Yes!"

Two to 3000 million shimimai is not too much, so Daming can naturally take it out.

This has also led to the relocation of more than two million people from Shanxi in the past six years.

Right now, although Shaanxi is also suffering from a severe drought, the impact of the drought on them is very limited because the population is less than 400 million and they are scattered in three plains that do not lack water, including Guanzhong, Hanzhong and Hetao.

Thinking of this, some officials looked at each other in blank dismay.

After the beginning of spring, Subudi still expected the troops to graze and have another good year, but the Ming army began to take revenge.

"Yes..." Zheng Shuji felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he still bowed and respectfully agreed.

Such a move is undoubtedly a death sentence for the thousands of acres of wheat fields not far away. Some old farmers instantly lay down on the dry river bed, crying uncomfortably.

Subudi thought well, but he didn't expect that the attack on Harqin was actually just an order from Sun Yingyuan, the governor of the Eastern Army, and had nothing to do with Zhu Youjian.

What's more, Subu estimated that at this moment, Shuo Lei might also have the idea of ​​relocating. After all, he was not the only one who faced the pressure of the Ming army. Among the three cities of the Chechen Ministry, one of the cities was bigger than Qi Wangfu City. Close to the Ming army garrison.

Such a policy has led to today's bad results. Everyone expects others to move, and they don't want to move.

Regarding his questioning, Zhu Youjian could only sigh:
"This severe drought will not end so easily. If Mr. Jing Hui can trust me, please do so."

On the way, he explained to Zheng Shuji, the magistrate of Yanqing Prefecture, some things about drought resistance, but there was only one meaning behind it.

"The drought may continue. You are the parents and officials of the people in Yanqing Prefecture, so you must prepare for the worst and do your best to arrange the lives of the people well."

Zhu Youjian can not be so tired. For example, he can let officials be corrupt and embezzled, so that he only needs to maintain the balance in the temple, and he can eat, drink and have fun like his brother, but if he can do that, he will not be him.

This scene made people worry, and Liu Yanen and others couldn't help turning their heads away.

During the Little Ice Age, it was true that it was cold outside the customs, and it was true that the grain yield per mu was reduced. However, the reduction in grain yield per mu and the cold can be solved by more cultivated land, more piles of chemical fertilizers, mining for heating, etc., but severe droughts cannot.

King Qi's Mansion City, this is the city once built by the lineage of Yuan Taizu Temujin's second brother.

"Yes!" Buyan Ahai responded to the matter with arms folded, and Subudi also waved his hand to signal the end of the meeting.

Following his order to adjourn the meeting, many nobles got up and left the big tent one after another, while the three Buyan and Ahai brothers who were entrusted with important tasks moved westward ahead of schedule with their thousands of followers.

He took off his black gauze hat, while his forehead was covered with fine sweat, the sunken cheeks caused by overworking were also a bit unbearable.

"The Henan Mansion, Huaiqing Mansion, Zhangde Mansion, and Weihui Mansion in Henan Province are all harvested."

The simple three words surprised many people.

"We want to move west, but not now." Subudi explained to many nobles:

Compared with the outstanding immigrants in Shaanxi, Shanxi is much inferior.

In terms of loving the people, Zhu Youjian has never lost to anyone.

"Mr. Jinghui, this is forcing millions of people to leave their homes!"

Faced with this situation, Bi Ziyan felt exhausted physically and mentally. He tremblingly raised his hands in a bow and bowed his body: "Your official...obey."

Bi Ziyan couldn't help but took a step forward, only to find that Zhu Youjian had grown a few strands of white hair on his temples.

"Millions of acres of rice and wheat in Yanqing Prefecture have failed to harvest due to drought. Xiaguan is preparing to convert paddy fields into dry fields, raise seedlings in different places, plant corn, wheat, sweet potatoes, and potatoes, and strive to make up for the losses in the spring."

The loss of the tribe is nothing, but the loss of the tens of thousands of cattle and sheep is huge.

However, no matter how strong the manpower is, it can't match the face of God, and his years of hard work can only delay the drought by two months.

It is a full 20 miles from Qi Wangfu City to Bar and Stan where Chechen Khan Shuo Lei is stationed. At the speed of their westward grazing, it will take at least [-] days to arrive.

Two hours later, he returned to the capital, and then returned to Prince Qi's Mansion.

It's just that when will such a day end?

It's a pity that after he moved his family last year, the city and the thousands of acres of cultivated land around it became the property of Subudi, and Subudi also passed a good year comfortably.

On April 13th, [-]th year of Tianqi, in the fields of Yanqing Prefecture, North Zhili, Liu Yanen, a member of the household department, bowed to the front and reported the situation of the severe drought. Who is that man in the field.

For this reason, they can only think that Bi Ziyan got the news from Qin Tianjian.

The winter in Mobei is extremely cold, and with insufficient cattle and sheep, death is their only ending.

Zhu Yuanzhang has been comfortable for more than ten years, but he has been killed for eight years.

"After the visit, you send someone to Helin and tell Hutuktu Khan that we will join him before winter."

But as the vanguard, this number of troops is enough.

However, it was abandoned later and became ruins at the end of Wanli.

Daming's roots have been corrupted, and what he can do now is to continue his life. If he wants to continue his life, he has to accept some things and compromise some things.

The cracked fields are like mouths that are difficult to close, telling the extent of the drought in Yanqing Prefecture.

Zhu Youjian's words made him feel very frustrated, as if the years of rooting and arrangement had become useless.

Disaster relief can be done for one year, two years, or even three, four, or five years. After all, Daming has provided disaster relief for Shanxi and Shaanxi provinces for five years, and has not collected local taxes for five consecutive years.

"This severe drought is probably another drought in Shanshan and Shaanxi in the seventh year of the apocalypse..."

They said the same thing as Bi Ziyan, but facing them, Bi Ziyan did not say that it was the order from King Qi, but took off his black hat.

"Northern Zhili Xuanfu, Shuntianfu, Baoan Prefecture, and Yanqing Prefecture were affected..."

"Look elsewhere..."

More than [-] million people have moved out of Shaanxi, and more than [-] million people have moved out of Shanxi.

They longed for water, so they naturally hoped for rain, but after waiting for a long time, they only felt the glare of the sun and the hunger in their mouths.

I don't know what Lin Danhan thought. After building this city, he still called it the Qi Wangfu City. I don't know if it was to vent his hatred.

But even so, Bi Ziyan couldn't eat too much. After the imperial doctor of Tai Hospital checked his pulse, he kept shaking his head, and just prescribed him a prescription to nourish his stomach qi, hoping that he could rest more and nourish his stomach qi.

As long as the stomach is full, people can eat more. For people of Bi Ziyan's age, eating a little more is not a bad thing.

It's just a pity that when Bi Ziyan woke up from his doze and saw the table full of memorials, he didn't take a break, but continued to process the memorials...

　The afternoon update is still around 05:30

　　
　
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