The heavens start from saving Daming

Chapter 25 Huang Shanren, don't speak nonsense

With money, Li Yunze started the shopping mode.

Tens of thousands of tents were placed in one go to supply typhoon victims with temporary shelters after losing their homes.

Water purification tablets that solve the problem of clean drinking water cost thousands of barrels.

Hundreds of boxes of medicines to prevent and control the spread of plague after the disaster came directly.

He also ordered hundreds of tons of sugar to be distributed to the victims.

Sweetness can make people feel happy, which is an important material to ease the emotions of disaster victims.

More than [-] tons of coal were purchased as fuel.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was basically no coal production in the south of the Yangtze River, and even if it did, the output was very small and insufficient.

In addition, there are a large number of emergency use, unpackaged instant noodles, canned food, dehydrated vegetables and so on.

As for other daily necessities such as food, cloth, salt, various tools and seeds for restoration of production, and bricks and tiles for rebuilding homes, they can be supplied in sufficient quantities in the time and space of the Ming Dynasty.

After the materials arrived, they were sent to Jiashao and other places off the coast of Zhejiang by ships of the Yangtze River Navy for storage in order to deal with the upcoming typhoon.

The unknown Ni Yuanlu, the Secretary of the Imperial Academy of Yingtianfu, was appointed by Li Yunze as the censor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces, and set off for various places in Jiashao on inspections.

He is the Minister of Disaster Relief chosen by Li Yunze, who holds the power to distribute various supplies.

The reason why Ni Yuanlu was chosen was not only because he chose to die for his country after he was hanged on Meishan in Chongzhen, but also because the records of this person's reputation were upright and upright.

With so many supplies, I don't know how many people will want to reach out.

Without an upright person in charge, the victims of the typhoon will get nothing.

After arranging these things, Li Yunze began to wrap up the blood alliance case.

Under the prolonged drought, the air in Yingtian Mansion has gradually become humid these two days.

Today, the sky is covered with dense clouds, and it is raining patteringly, and the wind and rain are gradually increasing.

Li Yunze understood that this was the peripheral impact of the typhoon that was about to land.

This is only the outer area hundreds of kilometers away, and it is already so big.

For Jiashao and other places where the typhoon is about to land, how loud the rain and wind will be!

The notice to evacuate as many people as possible has already been brought by Ni Yuanlu. I only hope that more people can be saved.

Li Yunze, who originally didn't plan to go there in person, was really worried.

After worrying about the people along the coast, his attention finally turned to Fengtian Hall.

The hall was full of people, nobles, civil and military, local tyrants and gentry from all over the south of the Yangtze River involved in the blood alliance case crowded the hall.

"Xu Hongji, for the sake of General Xu Da, I will only remove your title and confiscate your family property, and allow your family to be exiled with the ancestral tablet. If you are not pardoned, will you plead guilty?"

Li Yunze's board fell on the nobles first.

He has no sympathy for these nobles.

In the past, before the soldiers and horses were caged in his hands, he dared to use the Tongzhou food affairs to cut down the nobles of the capital.

Now that the army is by his side, and the sand sculptures took the initiative to put the handle in his hands, of course they were going to cut him to death.

In essence, there is not much difference in the damage done to the common people of Ming Dynasty by the nobles and the clan.

Xu Hongji, who was obviously in a trance, shook.

He still can't figure out why he gave birth to such a big sand sculpture Xu Wenjue.

It doesn't matter if you make trouble, even assassinate the emperor.The only thing is, must succeed!
If he was sure of victory, he joined in foolishly, even thinking that 80 taels of silver would be enough to buy off Cao Bianjiao.

I don't even think that what you are going to do is a major event in Shatou, and you want to win the leader of the army personally selected by the emperor for a little money?

Without enough trust, the emperor allowed such a young Cao Bianjiao to lead troops outside and take over Yingtian City.

How can this trust and future be bought with 80 taels of silver!
It's really stupid to beat people with money in various places in the south of the Yangtze River in the past, thinking that anyone can lie down with money.

If Xu Hongji did it himself, he would immediately marry his own daughter and throw all the wealth of Duke Wei's mansion into it!
80 taels?Compared with his future future, how could Cao Bianjiao take it seriously.

Young people with no hair on their mouths can't do things well, which can be regarded as a disaster for the nobles in the south of the Yangtze River.

The trembling Xu Hongji was in a daze for a while, and then he kowtowed heavily and saluted, "I am guilty."

Outside the hall, there was a lot of wind and rain, but inside the hall was extremely quiet.

"Do you hate me?" Li Yunze leaned forward and asked softly, "Speak out if you have something. Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Long live."

He has aged a lot, and he is no longer in the dirty garden. The vigorous Xu Hongji in the garden couldn't help but smile wryly, "The people in the family can still live, and the ancestral tablets can be taken away without being smashed. I only have gratitude in my heart, how dare I hold grudges."

Such things as treason will be exterminated.Even the ancestral tablets had to be smashed and burned.

Li Yunze's handling was undoubtedly lenient.

After all, his ancestor was Xu Da, General Xu who expelled the Tartars and restored China.

This face still has to be given.

Xu Hongji did hate him, but he hated that incompetent son even more.

If you don't have the ability, then don't participate!

"Families of all nobles involved in the case will be dealt with according to this." Of course Li Yunze asked, "Is there anyone dissatisfied?"

The sound of wind and rain outside the hall suddenly increased, but the inside of Fengtian Hall became more and more silent.

Of course it is dissatisfaction that a century-old wealthy family is suddenly ruined and reduced to exile.

But compared to the whole family dying together, this is already the best result.

After waiting for a while, no one objected.

Li Yunze waved his hand, "Then go back and pack up and get ready to go."

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, and nothing can be taken away except the ancestral tablet.

The nobles got up in twos and threes, staggered away from Fengtian Temple like walking dead, and fell into the majestic rain.

According to legend, the 200-year-old noble family will be completely removed from this moment.

Li Yunze was merciful when dealing with nobles.

But when his gaze turned to other local civil and military personnel, the atmosphere immediately changed.

"You are my ministers, but you plan to participate in the assassination, and you pretend to support King Fu." Looking at the civil and military forces in the south of the Yangtze River, Li Yunze sneered again and again, "Is there anyone who complains?"

At this time, there is no one to complain about injustice, because it is useless to shout.

Some are only begging for mercy and excuses, and scholars know best what sophistry is.

Even if you actively bully others, you can argue that you have been hurt.Let the person who was bullied write a review and apologize.

Feeling a bit bored, Li Yunze waved his hand, "Take it down, and go to the execution ground with Zhao Zhilong and others tomorrow at [-]:[-] noon."

The originally crowded Fengtian Hall was now quite empty.

Li Yunze's eyes fell on those local tyrants and gentry.

"I heard that you usually build bridges and pave roads, give alms to orphans and widows. You are devout worshipers, and you are well-known good people." Li Yunze asked curiously, "Why do good people like you do treasonous things?"

A burly man raised his head and looked at Li Yunze, "Your Majesty, the grassroots have something to say!"

After waving to Jin Yiwei who wanted to come forward to teach him a lesson, Li Yunze asked, "Which one are you?"

"Huang Wenhuan, a grassroots man, is in the shipping business."

"Oh, so it's a sea lord. What are you going to say?"

"A man dares to act bravely, and the grassroots are not complaining." Huang Wenhuan kowtowed heavily, and then shouted with a straight neck, "But the grassroots and others are also forced!"

"What did I force you to do?"

"It's not His Majesty." Huang Wenhuan pointed to Master Hongdu, the abbot of Miaojue Temple not far away, "They forced them!"

Master Hongdu, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, recited the Buddha's name, "Huang Shanren, don't speak nonsense."

Huang Wenhuan was already broken, and he was not afraid of threats at all, "Your Majesty, I didn't want to participate in the conspiracy, but this bald donkey forced me to use the money owed."

Li Yunze, who was watching it interestingly, nodded repeatedly, "Keep talking, make it clear."

"Amitabha~~~" Master Hongdu proclaimed the Buddha's name again, as if he wanted to threaten Huang Wenhuan.

"Twenty slaps." Li Yunze stretched out his fingers, "He slapped his mouth ten times without permission."

Master Hongdu has a great reputation in Jiangnan, and he is a respected guest wherever he goes.

Even in this treasonous matter, he was not involved until the end, and he had never been arrested and tortured before.

Now he is being slapped suddenly, which is really a shame and humiliation that has not been experienced in many years.

Subconsciously, he wanted to shout the Buddha's name, but suddenly remembered Li Yunze's words, and swallowed the Buddha's name back abruptly.

"His Majesty."

Seeing Hongdu being beaten, Huang Wenhuan's face was full of resentment, "Since the Lianghuai salt merchants were arrested, this beast has spread everywhere, saying that His Majesty is going to attack the mountain masters and sea masters all over the south of the Yangtze River. The salt merchants are a lesson from the past."

"Why did he do this, there must be a reason."

There is no love and hate for no reason in the world, everything has a reason.

"Your Majesty, salt merchants also have to pay for smuggling salt. The big salt merchants are fine, but the small and medium-sized salt merchants buy salt from the salt field, plus they have to manage from top to bottom, hire people to do things, buy routes, and spend money if something goes wrong. It takes taels of silver to get people to pick up goods and so on.”

Huang Wenhuan was obviously going all out, revealing everything, "Their expenses are basically borrowed from temples."

"Your Majesty abolished the salt trade and turned it into a franchise. Cutting off the livelihood of the private salt dealers also cut off the temple's source of income. The purpose of this hook up and down is to destroy the franchise strategy so that the income can be used again. "

At the same time, Wang Chengen on the side took the initiative to pick up a thick stack of account books and handed them over, "My lord, these are all account books confiscated from the temple. The contents on them are shocking."

Opening the account book, Li Yunze couldn't help frowning slightly as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Nine out and thirteen out, it's really ruthless."

"Afterwards, this man encouraged us to chip in money to buy salt in order to spoil His Majesty's great affairs. When we were running out of money, he lent us money."

"In the end, I really ran out of money, so he encouraged me to contact Jiangnan to rebel. He said, as long as His Majesty is gone, the salt we bought can be sold at a high price, and all accounts will be settled." A write-off."

"Caomin's boats are all mortgaged to him. If he doesn't comply, he will lose everything in an instant."

Huang Wenhuan's words choked with sobs, "The grassroots are forced."

When he cried, the local rich and gentry who felt the same way also mourned, "We were all forced."

Suddenly, there was a sound of crying in Fengtian Hall, which even overshadowed the wind and rain outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, ah!"

'Papapapa~~~'

Master Hongdu's words of defense were blocked by Jin Yiwei's slap.

Not only local tyrants and gentry, but even the presiding abbots of temples everywhere cried and begged at this time, saying that they didn't know anything and were fooled by this guy.

Li Yunze, who was flipping through the account books, said a few words in a calm manner.

"To shut up."

The crying in Fengtian Hall came to an abrupt end.

(End of this chapter)