Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Front yard study

Yinzhen lowered his head and read the report in his hand. The same meaning was conveyed between the lines: the court's disaster relief money was insufficient and the people were about to starve to death again.

How could hundreds of thousands of taels of silver just disappear like that?

Yinzhen opened a blank folder and wanted to write a memorial to the emperor, asking him to allocate more money.

But is there really nothing strange about this? Could it be that someone stretched their hands too far, so that only a few of the people got what they wanted?

Not to mention the refugees far away in Hebei, the Ministry of Revenue was in charge of the disaster relief for the hundreds of thousands of refugees in the outer city. But as far as he knew, the porridge distributed to the refugees was so watery that there was only a few grains of rice.

Yinzhen crumpled the memorial in his hand into a ball, feeling so irritated that he could hardly sit still, and he picked up and put down the brush from time to time.

"Lord Beile, the eldest prince wants to see you."

Su Peisheng entered the study room cautiously, fearing that he might do something wrong and anger his master, the prince. He could still read his master's expression.

Is there something that Honghui wants to do in the study? Well, I can't write this memorial today, so I'll just meet Honghui!

After a short wait, Honghui walked in steadily, "Son greets Father."

"Get up. What are you doing here? Or do you have any homework you don't understand?"

Honghui stood up and sat on the chair next to him and replied, "Father, I have finished learning the Thousand Character Classic. I just heard about the Yellow River flood and the displacement of the people. I also thought of what you once told me about: benevolence, benefiting the world, benefiting the people, and benefiting the country. I have some doubts in my heart, so I want to ask you, please help me solve my doubts."

Yinzhen nodded. He had indeed extended this statement when he was teaching Honghui, "Do you have any doubts? Father will definitely tell you if he knows."

"My son has only studied the enlightenment books such as Three Hundred Thousand, and has been exposed to the benevolent thoughts of our ancestors in the books, but he can't figure out what he should do to prevent the displaced people from starving to death?"

So it was about this matter! It seemed that Honghui had heard about the Yellow River flood and felt pity but didn't know what to do, so he came to ask for help from his father.

"Today, I will tell you how the ancients provided disaster relief. When a disaster occurred, the imperial court would first open its warehouses to provide porridge, and then the people would donate money and grain, and those who had the means would also provide porridge to save people. In addition, some people adopted the method of work-for-relief, which was to use the manpower of refugees to let them work in exchange for food, clothing and other daily necessities."

"Furthermore, Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty adopted the method of relocating people to places with sufficient food, so that people in disaster-stricken areas could continue to start a new life."

Honghui pretended to be curious: "Then when the Yellow River flooded this time, did the Royal French take any measures?"

Yinzhen thought without hesitation: "The Yellow River flood came very quickly this time, and the court allocated a lot of relief money to provide porridge and medical treatment to the victims. However, there were too many refugees, and most of them ran to the capital. The court did not have so many construction projects to do, so they were placed in the outer city, and the Ministry of Revenue arranged for porridge and medical treatment. It is said that most of the victims who did not come to the capital were arranged to work on the river, on the one hand to rebuild the river embankment, and on the other hand to give them a way to survive."

"Can the hundreds of thousands of refugees outside the capital survive? Is the disaster relief food in the court enough?"

These words touched upon Yinzhen's deepest concerns. He was also worried that the hundreds of thousands of refugees would end up with countless casualties and starvation.

"It's too difficult. Every time a natural disaster occurs, countless people will be killed or injured. Alas! This is fate, what can we do? Ama will send people to the outer city to distribute porridge. If we can save as many people as possible, we will save them!"

Honghui also sighed. His father didn't have any power now, and he would only come to prominence in three years, so he couldn't interfere in disaster relief.

"Father, is there anyone who is impersonating me to claim this disaster relief porridge?"

Of course there will be. Looking at his son's serious eyes, Yinzhen couldn't help but sit up straight, wanting to have a good talk with Honghui about the dangers of this world.

"Indeed, there are people who pretend to claim the relief food every time there is a disaster. In order to reduce the loss, the imperial court will cook the food into porridge and let the victims claim it to relieve their hunger. However, there are still many people who pretend to claim the porridge, so the relief food is still not enough."

Honghui pretended to think, and after a moment of contemplation, he said in surprise, "Father, how about we put some sand in the porridge? Then, will the people who pretended to get the porridge water think that the porridge is not clean and refuse to eat it?"

"Nonsense! How can we waste the food for disaster relief? Wait, what did you just say? It seems possible! Honghui, ask Ama to think about it."

Yinzhen lowered his head and stopped talking. He stared at the white paper on the desk in a daze, obviously lost in thought.

Mixing sand into the porridge? Those who falsely claimed the relief food were ordinary people who had surplus food at home. They just became greedy and claimed the food in an endless stream. With their living standards, they would not be used to eating the extremely rough porridge mixed with sand. In the future, would all the relief food be used for the real victims?

He wanted to write a letter to the emperor to report the method of mixing sand into the porridge in order to save money for disaster relief. However, thinking of his situation in the court, he did not have any important tasks, and was not valued by the emperor.

Forget it, the Emperor will not listen to him, let alone take such measures that will damage the Emperor's reputation and the dignity of the court.

He can only do this in private!

Looking at the thoughtful look on his father's face, Honghui knew that he must have listened to him, and that this would most likely succeed.

"Father, my son is still young, so I am sure he has not considered everything. Please do not take his words to heart. If I am laughed at by others because of my momentary thoughts, I will regret it deeply."

Yinzhen smiled slightly. Honghui spoke frankly in front of him because he trusted him as his father. Moreover, although his ideas were imperfect, they were novel. If necessary, they were a good choice.

"Honghui, don't worry. Ama will consider it carefully. You can go back to Haitangyuan first. Ama will come to see you when he is free. After learning the Thousand Character Classic, you should review it to learn new things. You can copy the calligraphy that Ama sent you before. When you are free, Ama will teach you calligraphy in person."

"Su Peisheng, come in."

Su Peisheng, who was waiting outside the study, hurried into the study, awaiting the Fourth Master's orders.

"Su Peisheng, you must personally send Honghui back to Haitang Garden, without any mistakes!"

Su Peisheng bowed in front of the eldest prince Honghui with a bit of courtesy. He always acted according to the Fourth Master's preferences. Ever since the eldest prince narrowly escaped death, the master's attitude has completely changed, and now he attaches great importance to him.

Honghui has always been very polite to outsiders, especially in front of his father, "Eunuch Su, thank you for your help."

Su Peisheng safely sent the eldest prince back to Haitang Garden. On the way back to the front yard, he was still sighing in his heart that the eldest prince did not have the spoiled air of the prince's grandson at all, and looked extraordinary.

As far as he knew, Prince Hongyu from the Prince of Zhi’s Mansion and Prince Hongsheng from the Prince of Cheng’s Mansion had always been somewhat spoiled. How could they be as sensible as the master’s eldest prince?