Qin Ji has said too many times about the horrible things that may happen during a famine.

But in fact, the most terrifying.

Actually there is one more thing.

Vegetable people.

When all the vegetation is gone, people are used as food, and women and children are sold in the market.

"The two limbs are broken first and hung in the butcher's shop, Xu cut the shares and made soup in the holding."

"If you don't order it, you want fresh meat, and you can see it in pieces."

It's kind of creepy.

But who made it impossible for everyone to survive?
He came here to provide disaster relief, dissipate all his family wealth, provide relief when he was hungry, and bury him when he died.

All the way from Shengchi to Luoyang, passing Huashan.

He knelt under the statue to pray for rain, unable to get up because of weeping and praying.

Going forward, what he saw was ruined all the way.

The experience along the way left him speechless.

In the end all the emotions were surging in his chest.

He finally wrote the famous poem through the ages.

"The mountains and rivers are like gathering, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are outside and inside the Tongguan Road, looking at the western capital, I feel hesitant. Sadly, where the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces have been made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer."

He is definitely a man with a heart.

Entering Shaanxi Province, there are only cracked land and refugees in ragged clothes.

Heart-piercing cries were endless.

He had no choice but to ask for rain.

After all, he was just one person. Facing the severe drought that was thousands of miles away, what else could he do besides providing relief on the one hand and praying to God to open his eyes on the other?

He has no other choice.

But God has something to say.

Perhaps Zhang Yanghao's talent moved the world.

Finally, it rained heavily.

Drought eased.

But after relief, what about food?
Where does food come from?The security of food prices is something that almost everyone can foresee.

The small receipts issued by the disaster relief can be used to exchange for food, but the petty officials refused to accept them on the grounds that the food coupons were missing or dirty, forcing people to exchange for new money at a discount.

Half off.

This is really starving people.

And even if you want to change it, it often takes several days in a row, and you can't even queue up to change it.

Zhang Yanghao was angry.His rare real delivery date.

He confiscated all the banknotes in the treasury, re-sealed them, and ordered the rice merchants to sell rice with the stamps.

"There is a loss! I will compensate you!"

Zhang Yanghao spoke like this.

At the age of 60, I personally went to find rich households who stayed behind closed doors one by one, and sold grain in person.

He told the others that by selling grain, they could make up their officials, and the more grain they sold, the bigger their officials.

Finally, under such circumstances, the disaster has finally been alleviated.

He felt he should be able to continue doing it.

He felt that his current task was to restore everyone and let the disaster-stricken people in Shaanxi survive again.

He felt he should be able to do it, he felt he should be able to do it.

So he continued to do it non-stop.

So he continued to go to various disaster areas to distribute food and other materials to the affected people.

He really thought at the time that he could keep doing it forever.

But unfortunately.

He did not.

He is 60 years old.

It is already a very, very old age.

Just an occasional day of wind and cold blows his figure that seems to never fall down.

Overworked.

I can't afford to be sick.

Subsequently.

He died of illness on the job of disaster relief.

People in Shaanxi, that is, in Guanzhong, heard about this incident and mourned as if they were mourning their parents.

And Zhang Yanghao's life also came to an end at this moment.

He also closed his eyes.

Perhaps before he died, there was still only one thing on his mind.

That is the local disaster.

"Therefore, ranked tenth."

For this ranking.

For Qin Ji, perhaps it was Qin Ji's preference for him, or even for the entire Yuan Dynasty.

Because the sense of existence of the Yuan Dynasty itself was not very strong.

So much so that it is almost forgotten by the world, but in fact, in a century-old dynasty, how could there be no one who makes people feel lamentable.

Zhang Yanghao was the representative specially selected by Qin Ji for the entire Yuan Dynasty.

And in Qin Ji's heart, perhaps Zhang Yanghao could not represent the Yuan Dynasty, but Qin Ji believed that he was the most shining figure in the Yuan Dynasty.

That's it.

So Qin Ji ranked it up.

After everyone watched it.

It's just very silent.

Sometimes they will say something.

But sometimes, they will be at a loss for words.

Wang Anshi: "Although we were in the Yuan Dynasty, but just this kind of heart, it makes people feel very emotional. Zhang Gong was an example of scholars in the world at that time, and I am afraid it is not an exaggeration.

Prosperity, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering, one sentence is almost the end of the dynasty change!admire!Admire! "

Sima Guang: "This time, it's rare for me to agree with you, Mr. Zhang. You have the world in your heart, and you will die. You are admirable!"

Ying Zheng: "It's a pity that such a talent was born in a foreign dynasty, but when it comes to him, maybe which era created him.

Zhang Yanghao, really good, I remember you. "

Li Shimin: "It's true that such a character can't help but make people feel emotional. It would be great if it were my courtiers."

Li Zhi: "Oh, what a pity."

In fact, Qin Ji also felt a pity.

But because it is No.10, and it is the list of civil servants, the rewards are not very generous

It's just a five-year lifespan.

Maybe five years will allow Zhang Yanghao to completely restore that piece of land to its original appearance.

Zhu Yuanzhang also let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew, such a hero, what a pity, what a pity, he was not born in the same dynasty as me. Wouldn't it be better if we revolted together and overthrew the whole world?"

Zhu Biao laughed instead.

"Father, do you think someone will scold him?"

"Call him?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.

But then I understood.

He couldn't help but sneered.

"The debate between Hua and Yi."

"The people who will scold him are those who stand up and talk without pain in their backs. Instead of paying attention to these people, it is better to take a good look. I am facing up and down. Is there any talent similar to Zhang Yanghao?"

Zhu Biao smiled.

Many things may have happened in that dynasty, but if you put yourself in their shoes, how can you criticize them?

Zhu Biao touched his chin instead.

I just don't know if it is under my father's command, how many places can be ranked.

And Zhao Kuangyin who watched this video.

It was an involuntary long sigh.

This is the sin of my own descendants.

Even the father and son Zhao Ji, Zhao Gou, and Zhao Huan saw the existence of Zhang Yanghao.

For a moment, he couldn't help falling into a kind of silence.

The problems in that land are largely because of them.

It is because of their incompetence that those people appear.

They couldn't help but think about one thing, that is, if one day, those people raised their butcher knives to exterminate them.

Do they really have a reason to criticize them for not serving the Song Dynasty?
For a moment, it seemed that the atmosphere suddenly became a little funny.

They seem to.

It is indeed not qualified.

And maybe not even just them.

And in the future, those emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty

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