Traveling through life as a widow: six sons to support her in her old age

Chapter 170 The Saint is Unkind

"Mom, I can't sleep."

"I couldn't sleep and went out in the rain."

"Mom, why are you so cruel? Am I still your favorite son?"

"No, I don't have any feelings right now."

"Mom, you need to be more open-minded. Everyone is the same now."

"Haha, you have a really big heart."

"I can't help it. I can't just die. I haven't lived enough. Don't worry. I believe that you and my father can lead us to live a good life."

Lan Qiyan twitched her lips. She didn’t even believe herself, but this guy was quite confident.

"Yu Lao Er, if you don't sleep, I'm really going to throw you out."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, mom. I'll go to bed right away. But if you're sleepy, wake me up and I'll guard the door."

"Got it, go to sleep."

Lan Qiyan was also very sleepy. The longer she sat, the sleepier she became. She opened the tent and stood outside it. The rain had subsided to a drizzle. The only sounds coming from all around were the chirping of unknown insects and the even breathing of others.

She saw several pregnant women today. Fortunately, they were not due to give birth yet, otherwise it would be a big problem.

I don’t know how many times he walked back and forth, but Yu Zian finally came back.

"Why are you standing outside? Come in."

"It's too sleepy to sit in here. How are your inquiries going?"

"Go in and talk."

The two men lifted the tent and got up.

Lan Qiyan was also startled, "Why are they all up?"

"I really can't sleep. Yanyan, son, tell me the situation quickly."

Lan Qiyan was still sitting at the door, Yu Zian was sitting in the middle, and lowered his voice, "I went to Lord Wu's residence, he was having a secret conversation with a few people in the study."

"Just get to the point." Lan Qiyan said.

Yu Zian nodded and said, "They plan to appease the people by giving them one meal a day, and then make a decision after receiving news from the court.

In order to prevent the plague from spreading after the disaster, people were strictly prohibited from entering the city.

One of them predicted that if there was a plague, these people would give up, that is, give up on us.

If there was no plague, some people would be transferred from other places. Post-disaster reconstruction still relied mainly on the people themselves, and the court compensated based on the number of people, one or two taels of silver per person.

It looks like a lot, but in fact it is not enough if you calculate. A thatched hut costs six or seven taels of silver, not to mention a tiled house, which would cost dozens of taels of silver.

However, according to their speculation, there will be a three-year tax reduction or exemption to allow for recuperation.

All of this is based on the assumption that there is no plague, and this is the result so far.”

"that's it?"

"They don't have much news coming in right now."

Lan Qiyan waved his hand and said, "Let's all go to sleep. Now we just need to pray that there is no plague."

In fact, if you want to avoid the plague, you need to organize people to carry out disinfection work.

It is impossible to estimate how many people and animals died. It was very hot in June, and the corpses rotted and bred bacteria.

In modern times, the government provides a guarantee, and the health department is responsible for arranging and implementing disinfection work.

But now everything depends on the prefect. If Lord Wu doesn't bring it up and assign people to do it, this work can't be done.

The disinfection tools in the Taobao space cost 70 taels, but she didn't have the money to buy them.

Is it possible that we can only rely on God's will now?

Lan Qiyan scratched her head irritably. She felt sleepy and wanted to go to bed first. A penny was too much for her.

The next day, the sky cleared up and she walked out of the tent, the air still had a strong smell of dirt and stench, but too quickly, the stink had spread out.

"Mom, are you not feeling well? You look so bad."

"Good boy, do you smell any bad smell?"

Yuze's face was solemn, "I'll go find the village chief."

"Your father has already gone there and asked several village leaders to report this to their superiors. We must take some action, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

"How come we are hit by a disaster that happens only once in a century?"

"Son, if the government doesn't disinfect us, we'll find a way to get some money."

Yuze understood that his mother needed money, and with money the plague could be solved.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll find a way."

"Go find your father. He is a professional in making money."

Yu Zian, who was talking to the village chief, felt a chill on his back.

He turned around and saw the mother and daughter whispering to each other. Were they causing trouble?

"Zi'an, this may be difficult to handle. Don't you know that the government office has collapsed, the roof has fallen off, and Lord Wu's house is also half destroyed.

The steamed buns he bought yesterday were made of mixed flour, which he spent all his salary on. He couldn’t even afford white flour.”

Yu Zian really admired Wu Yong, who was able to coax several village chiefs around.

How can he be without money?

how can that be possible.

Yu Zi'an was thinking about how to borrow money from Wu Yong, Lan Qiyan was thinking about how to fabricate the source of the anti-virus medicine, and Yu Ze was thinking about how to convince everyone to wear something called a mask given by his mother...

Everyone was doing their job, except Yu Xiu, who was strolling around with a group of little kids.

a long distance away

The people sent by Wu Yong have arrived.

In the imperial study, several ministers hung their heads, trembling with fear.

"How many people died? Was there any plague?"

"Your Majesty, according to Lord Wu's information, more than 3 people died and more than were injured. They have been properly resettled. There is no plague for the time being, but Lord Wu is organizing manpower for prevention and treatment."

"Yes, send it to the Imperial Observatory."

A few people wiped the sweat from their heads, finally they didn't have to ask them anymore.

The chief eunuch walked to the door and said, "Send the message to Feng Wencheng, the Imperial Observatory."

There was a rustling sound and Feng Wencheng ran over quickly.

"Your Highness, I, Feng Wencheng, pay my respects to His Majesty."

"No thanks. Tell me what's happening in Qingzhou? Will there be another earthquake?"

"Your Majesty, I observed the stars tonight and found that the major earthquake has passed. The remaining earthquakes are minor. There will not be another major earthquake."

"Well, in that case, I am relieved. I will order Wu Yong to properly resettle the survivors. Each household will be compensated with one tael of silver per person for post-disaster reconstruction, and ten kilograms of food per person for living.

In addition, the Qingzhou area was exempted from taxes for three years, and the taxes for these three years were levied on the Fengzhou area.

To prevent the plague, if it happens and cannot be controlled, it is imperative to minimize the harm. "

Several people kowtowed together, "Long live the emperor."

“Also, let Minister Gu be in charge of the relief grain and relief funds, and make sure they arrive in Qingzhou safely.

Gu Aiqing, do you have any objection? "

"I obey your order. It is my honor to share the emperor's worries."

"Gu Aiqing is very worthy of my heart. Go down and prepare."

……

Yu Zian knew at the first moment that Gu Rufeng's father was in charge of the disaster relief.

Lan Qiyan was quite curious. "Isn't Gu Rufeng's father responsible for investigating and solving cases? Isn't disaster relief the job of the pacification envoy?"

"Yan'er knows a lot."

"Yulin told me."

"It doesn't necessarily matter who does the job. Whoever he asks to do it has to do it."

"What is the relationship between Gu Rufeng and his father?"

"Let's put it this way. He had already dug the hole before his father died."

"What a filial son! What is his father doing here?"

"If there is no plague, each person will receive one tael of silver and ten kilograms of grain, and will be exempted from taxes for three years. We will move thirty miles south and rebuild on the spot. If there is a plague, we will directly seal off the city and kill everyone on the spot!"

Lan Qiyan: My goodness, this is ridiculous. In the end, the people have to bear everything.

Lao Tzu was not deceiving her. The sage is unkind and treats the people as straw dogs!