Through Vo Dai Lang, He Immediately Took Medicine

The next day, Wu Da had been paying attention to the victims, watching how the imperial court resettled the victims.

The gates of the city have been opened, and the victims have entered the city.

There are many people in Chinese clothes in the capital, these people pinched their noses, frowned, took out bags of brown rice and paperwork from the car, and when the displaced people in line signed and painted the pledge, they would throw over a bag of brown rice with a disgusted face.

After the discussion of the people around him, the more Wu Da listened, the more frightened he became. Those brown rice, which is not worth a few bucks at all, have exchanged all the land in the hands of many displaced people!

Now that these fields have been affected, they will be restored next year.

The more he asked, the more cold Wu Da became.

He was told that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Along the way, the exertionists of the state capitals, the squires, and the powerful took advantage of the catastrophe to buy countless fields at low prices, and even took a few kilograms of brown rice to change families and become slaves.

It can even be said that those who apply valves are more expecting natural disasters than anyone else.

Wu Da finally figured it out. Zhumen wine meat smelly road has the origin of frozen bones.

The rich have no place to stand, but the poor have no place to stand.

Imposing the valve standing, they stood at the top of the pyramid, and at their feet was a tower of wealth piled up with the flesh and blood of the poor.

This is the way of the Taiping world, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why so many literary ministers in Jingzhong are idle and have nothing to do, they only know how to talk about high and talk and point out the rivers and mountains, why so many readers chant poetry and are not happy to visit the green building, and how so many family members can stare at the fame of the Jishan family and accumulate wealth.

Looking at the miserable situation of the displaced people, looking at those displaced people who would starve to death from time to time without clothing, Wu Da fell into deep thought.

After stopping for a long time, Wu Da saw that most of the displaced people had entered the improvised thatched huts, and Wu Da returned home with a heavy heart.

"Ding! Host please plant corn as soon as possible..."

Summer is nearing its end, it is the time to plant autumn corn, and Wuda also knows that it can no longer be delayed. This time the displaced people shocked him, and he also saw from the chaos how hard people worked, literally playing with their lives to survive.

But growing corn takes months to mature, and people have long starved to death.

Suddenly, Sun Mingyue ran over.

"Brother, do you see that there are displaced people outside?" She ran to Wuda's room and asked Wuda breathlessly.

"See!" Wu Da nodded.

"What doesn't that brother want to do?" Sun Mingyue asked Wuda with some questioning.

"Huh? What does it mean and what can I do? The imperial court has nothing good to do! Wu Da listened to her tone a little anxious, a little reproachful, I don't know what she was thinking.

"A few days ago, didn't Yanggu County harvest a lot of potatoes, hurry up and distribute them to them!"

Wu Da was shocked, he forgot, he simply forgot. Potatoes have always been used as a dish on the plate, and you can fill your stomach at critical moments.

Suddenly Wuda stood up: "I said why did my sister blame me a little, my brother really forgot all the potatoes, now let's go to rescue the victims..."

Sun Mingyue suddenly realized, she felt that her brother would not sit idly by, but saw that he did not move, so she came to ask.

Although Wuhan University has a method, it still needs a specific process. Who knew that Zhaodi ran over, holding a wad of paper.

"Sir, can you see me doing advertising?"

"When are you still advertising, didn't you see so many disaster victims?"

Brother Zhao was a little aggrieved, so he said: "It's for disaster relief!" Wu

Da casually took an advertisement.

Wuda workshop recruits workers, control food and housing, age is not limited, welcome to join....

Wu Da: "..."Not

surprisingly, Zhaodi wanted him to recruit people for the workshop, but the number of disaster victims is too much, there are not hundreds of people at all, but the number of disaster victims is not only thousands, it is simply tens of thousands.

Wu Da's spirit flashed, yes, plant corn. My tits are full of brains, and I think about things every day.

Just as Wu Da was planning to rescue the victims from fire and water, Yang Zhi and Lin Chong ran in.

"Brother, the imperial court sent me to settle the victims, please ask my brother to help together?"

Yang Zhilin Chong did not treat him as an outsider at all, and Wu Song also rushed over.

It turned out that Wu Song also remembered that Wu Da hoarded a huge amount of potatoes. Only he completely forgot. But no, the role of potatoes could not be clearer to him, the authorities were confused, and he forgot at such a critical moment.

Fortunately, it was not too late, and they came at the right time.

Then Wu Da took Yang Zhi and everyone and a group of people and horses to the disaster area.

Everyone put up billboards, and this one controlled the food, which attracted all the victims.

The rich people jumping around with brown rice were also surprised.

"What, this thing can still be robbed?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned back. Large families only focus on land, and this untouchable person is worthless in their eyes and has to waste food to feed them. Now that the merchants of grain have become rich, their prices have increased by more than ten times, and they want to make a big profit in the chaos of the victims.

The existence of Wuda this time is bound to teach them a lesson. Lao Tzu controls the food and control, and he doesn't have to buy your food.

These victims were lucky enough to make it to Kyoto. Some were unfortunate enough to die on the way. They don't even have the slightest hope.

With the recruitment of Wu Da and everyone, in just two hours, more than 6,000 disaster victims were recruited. Listening to Lin Chong and them, there will be more one after another, and this is only the first batch. After all, he is a native of Tokyo, and he should have seen a lot in previous years.

Wu Da can't manage so much, the only thing is to plant corn and feed them in advance. Otherwise, if you eat your own seeds, wouldn't it be too much of a loss.

Subsequently, Wu Da divided the victims into four teams.

His wife Shao Yutong and Lu Zhishen led a team to Nancheng respectively; Wu Song and Sun Mingyue led a team to Beicheng, and Yang Zhi and Lin Chong led a team to Dongcheng; Li Kui and Shu Hongyu led a team to Xicheng. Wuda's only purpose in Nancheng is to facilitate the recruitment of newly arrived displaced people again.

When it came to the newly purchased plot of land by Wu University, Wu Da had already laid out the cement and bricks. After all, he has fast horses. The system cannot be easily exposed.

People built houses. Even the pot is a stove made of bricks. Mountains of potatoes are piled aside, along with dehaired chickens and ducks. There is also a lot of edible salt that Wu Da has cut off from selling.

The displaced people are no longer as anxious as the first day, and they can't die of hunger after a few meals. I didn't expect to be able to eat meat here in Wuda, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

The stove that was first covered has been lit, and chicken, duck and potatoes are stewing in the pot. Half an hour later, the displaced people each took up a bowl and ate fragrant potatoes and chicken nuggets.

After calculating the potatoes of Wuda, he knew that these amounts could meet the needs of tens of thousands of people for half a year, so there was no limit to the amount that moved this group of displaced people.

They are about to starve to death, and who would have wanted to take care of the food came, and even those who ate until they died. Wuda also has no way, there are too many people to control it....