Through Vo Dai Lang, He Immediately Took Medicine

The chaos was only temporary, and the emperor only arranged the work for the courtiers to do it, and as for what the real scene was, he did not know. He cares more about whose sign tonight.

The Song Dynasty was peaceful and prosperous, but it was only a peaceful and prosperous era for bureaucrats and tycoons, and disasters were only disasters for refugees, but they were still a way to make a fortune by imposing valves.

Just over a day late, the displaced people have lost the land on which they depend, or more than a day. On the way, he used a large area of land to find the family valve and exchange it for food that could last for a few days.

They are richer, but they are helpless.

If it weren't for the lack of labor here in Wuda, who happened to have a large amount of food, I am afraid that most of the displaced people could only lie on the ground like dying people, waiting for the imperial court to give porridge at noon. Wu Da saw that gruel, children can't eat enough, let alone adults who have been hungry for so many days.

Wu Da remembered watching the conversation with Kan and Ji Xiaolan on TV. That scene seemed to reappear more realistically.

Ji Xiaolan: "These corrupt officials in Yancheng have replaced the grain that people eat with bran and forage." Do adults know about this?

He replied, "I know." Ji

Xiaolan: "Aren't you ashamed of that and adults?"

He Kan looked calm: "I feel very relieved!" Ji

Xiaolan: "Why?" Hejun

: "Ji Xiaolan, you don't know something." This pound of ration can be exchanged for three pounds of bran. This is equivalent to food that could have saved one person, and could save three people! Ji

Xiaolan: "But Luan Kang is for the cattle to eat"

Hejun: "The disaster victims are no longer human

" Ji Xiaolan looked at Hejun with a shocked expression: "What do you say?"

He replied calmly, "Don't make your eyes so wide." You know no, the person who is going to starve to death is no longer a person, it is a beast, as long as he can live, and he can eat what kind of bran bark can eat.

Wu Da recalled Hejun's words, and couldn't help but have a deeper impression of this corrupt official, and he even admired Hejun a little.

Ji Xiaolan is just a reader, only with a passion, but he can't save the victims.

He also said, "You think I'm inhumane, don't you? You think I only know about greedy for money, don't you? I personally went to the disaster area, and my heart was cold when I saw it there. Only then did I know that no matter how much food the imperial court sent for disaster relief, it would never be enough. If I don't try to be flexible, then what you will see in the disaster area is not the victims, but the bones! "

The imperial court issued disaster relief funds and distributed disaster relief food, but so what, it all went into the pockets of corrupt officials. Even so, these tens of millions of disaster victims are far from the little relief money and the little food that can save their lives.

Wu Da didn't understand these things before, but seeing this kind of scene was definitely not something that the imperial court could get through with help. Where does all the money and food come from? It is still these corrupt officials, these family valves pay for it.

It's just that the way is more tragic, like cheap livestock, bought home to work as a worker, the current person, these are all good. After all, they survived, although they lost their homes, although they did not have a free body, but they did survive. Who did they recruit and who did they mess with?

If the imperial court forbade such treatment of displaced people, then well, they would all starve to death. What will happen to those who are dying of starvation, and who can say? Killing, robbing money and food? Aren't the local people who were not affected by the disaster also suffering?

Some dynasties sometimes drove displaced people into the mines to dig for mining, and countless more died of exhaustion and starvation.

Compared with other dynasties, the Song Dynasty was much richer. After all, Cathay is peaceful, and only a small number of disaster victims will be deprived of clothing and hunger in the face of relentless natural disasters. Wuda did not dare to underestimate the wisdom of the ancient people, although I don't know what the result of the deduction was, but the disaster relief that has not changed for thousands of years is so easy to solve? Definitely not.

Wu Da looked at the countless potatoes in his hand and shook his head. The land is gone, what kind of thing to plant?

Corn is only cultivated for a few days, and how to settle them in a few days is also a big problem. Thousands of people, Wu Da can't all pull them into the soap workshop, can't digest them. After all, there are talents and sales. This population base was too large, and for a while Wuda did not know what industry to get to accommodate these people. He had long understood why later generations had encouraged the construction of factories so vigorously. Only when ordinary people have income can they have a stable life and can society develop steadily. There will not be so many idlers making trouble on the streets, and only then will the country and the people be safe.

It is impossible for Wuda to bring these people back to Erlong Mountain, the first is that there is no room for so many people. Second, they are still human, and when they are full of food and drink, they will want to do something else. They are human beings and thoughtful. You can be grateful for a while, but you can't be grateful for a lifetime.

Turning people into working machines was the practice of the family gatekeepers, and Wu Da's conscience did not allow him to do so.

He felt that he was making money quickly, and he felt that the opportunity had come for him to build his power. But he still can't reach the level of a savior. He remembered the haggis soup from Yanggu County.

No wonder, no wonder so many people go to work tirelessly and eat haggis soup. Because they really have nothing to eat if they don't work. They have no land. And there is no industry, there are no factories, what do they take to live? You can only work day in and day out and eat a full meal. Want to develop, what to take? Young and strong is good to say, what to do when you are old, what to do with children?

All the questions piled up, and Wu Da was also confused.

As the days passed, the number of displaced people who came every day gradually decreased. Wuda's corn has also been planted. Everyone ate well for two meals a day, and after eating every day, they lay down in the house they had built, waiting for tomorrow's next meal.

"Xianggong, this corn has been planted, the victims have nothing to do every day, shouldn't we do something?"

Wu Da turned his head, and Luo Die and Shao Yutong were looking at him expectantly.

"I didn't recruit either, I didn't think of a way..."

"Xianggong, why don't we build another farm and open another haggis soup?"

"What can I feed, the price of food is so high now!"

"Hey potatoes..."

Did the livestock eat potatoes? "

Can't you eat?" Shao Yutong was a little puzzled.

Wu Da shook his head, a little dejected. He really wanted to think of a way out for the victims, but he saved them in the first place. Just a few days later, I got into trouble.

No way, it's not that the victims fell on him. It's really nowhere to go. Is it appropriate for Wu Da to leave it alone? He can't let go, who knows what the consequences will be. If they are abandoned, they will still be in the same situation.

And this gang is full of food and drink, I don't know what kind of mess will be made, maybe the people will blame him. But his money is also earned little by little, and he can't just let so many people consume him alive.

He somewhat understood the practices of the Maison. He smashed himself in the foot purely by doing good.

Wu Da thought to himself: "No, Wu Da must find them a job to do, I am here to earn money, I want to exploit, I want to oppress, I am a capitalist..."