After laughing for a while, Li Fan thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty! Opening a porridge shed to help the victims can only solve the urgent problem.

But there are too many disaster victims outside the city. If you continue to provide relief like this, more disaster victims will go to the capital. By then, how long will your money last?"

"This..." Comrade Xiao Zhu was silent. He also knew that there was no good way.

Relief to the victims can certainly make refugees outside the city survive, but it will also make more victims dare to come after hearing the news. No one knows how many refugees outside the city will be.

Once the money is used up or there is no food, these people will have no way to survive and start to make trouble...

Comrade Xiao Zhu didn't dare to think about it anymore and asked immediately: "Brother Li! What about your opinion?"

"Work-for-relief! Let the victims support themselves!"

"Work-for-relief? Support yourself?" Comrade Xiao Zhu was confused. He understood that if the refugees could support themselves, would they still have to wander?

Joke! If you can’t even support yourself with so much cheap labor, that’s a joke!

"Your Majesty! This matter is not difficult. Let's use labor instead of relief first, so that the refugees can completely clean up the Ming trenches in the capital. There is no problem!

Then they were asked to build brick kilns outside the city and renovate the roads of the capital with the burned blue bricks.

If it really doesn't work, they will go to Xishan to dig coal, burn, char, steel, burn lime, cement..." Li Fan said endlessly, not paying attention to Comrade Xiao Zhu who was stupid.

In the end, Comrade Xiao Zhu was fooled by the pancake drawn by Li Fan and agreed to establish the Ming Dynasty Royal Trading Company.

After receiving the imperial edict, Li Fan's first thing he did after leaving the palace was to carve Comrade Xiao Zhu's handwritten books into signs and hang them on a shop run in the palace.

No one expected that a company established just to solve refugees would become a giant in the future, and wherever it passes, it would bring not only business opportunities, but also ruthless plunder.

The relief for the porridge shed outside the city continued, but unlike the first day, a sign was erected next to the porridge shed with the words "Recruitment Office of the Royal Trading Company of the Ming Dynasty" written on it.

"Brother Yu! It's true. If you do a day's work, you will give you three kilograms of food to take care of the food?"

"It should be true! After all, this is a royal recruitment, so I will never deceive us people!"

"What are you two thinking? We have nothing, what else can we cheat?"

A young man next to them stood up first and walked towards the sign.

When he returned from there with a small bag of food, the refugees were infuriated. Countless people flocked to the sign, and even fewer people were queuing up to receive rice porridge.

In September, a huge workshop area was built at the foot of the west mountain outside the capital city, and people were busy entering and leaving every day. More people walked into the capital, jumping into the waist-deep stinky water, working hard to clear the silt in the ditches.

Looking at the refugees who were sweating profusely, Li Fan couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. In the huge capital, there were only two Ming trenches, east and west of the flood discharge system.

It is simply unimaginable in later generations. When Li Fan thinks about the scene of stinking water flowing and mosquitoes and flies flying, he is shuddering.

The great plague in the late Ming Dynasty was related to this. Without that great plague, would the capital be easily captured?

After shook his head, Li Fan took back his thoughts. When he came to the capital, what he didn't like the most was the toilet, which was sour and refreshing smell that he could even spit out overnight dinner.

Cleaning up the Ming trench is only the first step. Next, Li Fan will build a drainage system, and at least renovate the streets near Pinxianlou.

...

"If you have a prescription, you will leave the court without a prescription!" A sharp voice sounded in the main hall of the Ganqing Palace.

Just as the civil and military officials and ministers were about to send Comrade Xiao Zhu and were about to leave, they went out to work and shouted loudly: "My minister Zou Yuanbiao has a copy and submitted a memorial!"

The sudden voice made the ministers stunned, and even Comrade Xiao Zhu, who was about to get up, brows jumped.

"I impeached the servant Zhang Juzheng and was unfilial, impeached His Majesty for profit with the people, impeached Chengzhi Lang Li Fan for business affairs, and exploited the people!"

In an instant, there was almost a needle falling in the hall, and an idea came to my mind at the same time. Is this guy crazy?

At the same time, impeachment of Fu, the emperor, and as for the small scattered official behind, no one cared about it.

How brave is this man? Are you really not afraid of death?

Comrade Xiao Zhu took several deep breaths, stared at Zhou Yuanbiao, and it took a long time to look at his teacher Zhang Juzheng. Zhang Juzheng was not afraid of being impeached, and his body was still standing straight.

He glanced at Zou Yuanbiao, bowed out of the class and said, "Your Majesty! I am asking you to return to your hometown, I hope your Majesty will be grateful!"

Zhang Juzheng disdained to argue with Zou Yuanbiao and directly asked to return to his hometown to Ding You. Zou Yuanbiao was stunned now, and he used practical actions to respond to your impeachment.

Comrade Xiao Zhu immediately said, "You must be my dear! I am still young and I cannot live without you!

I hope the teacher will keep the love for the sake of the Emperor!”

Comrade Xiao Zhu even brought out the previous emperor, and Zhang Juzheng naturally bowed and said that he was, and ignored Zou Yuanbiao, who was angry and looked blue-faced.

"Zou Yuanbiao! Your Majesty is young and has not yet taken charge. How can you compete with the people for profit? You still don't retreat!" Shen Shixing's voice was not loud, but it made everyone in the hall hear it clearly. Although he was really scolding him, he was helping Zou Yuanbiao and giving him a step.

But I knew that Zou Yuanbiao was like taking the wrong medicine today, and he stumbling his neck and said loudly: "Pinxianlou auctioned the things that His Majesty used. What is this behavior not to compete for profit with the people?

Moreover, as far as I know, the auction was under the banner of disaster relief and had earned more than 300,000 taels of silver, but it was not entered into the Ministry of Revenue at all. How to provide relief to the victims?

I also heard that Chengzhi Lang Li Fan gave porridge as a good one and used old grain to exploit the people, causing the people outside the city to starve to death!

Such a vicious heart, I would like to kill him!"

After Zou Yuanbiao finished speaking, the hall was in an uproar. They had also heard about the auction of Pinxianlou, but they just listened to it as a joke.

He even sneered at the sale of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. If the little emperor took out a few items and could sell so much silver, what tax would he charge?

Wouldn't it be better to let the emperor sell things directly?

So when Zou Yuanbiao heard the specific numbers, the sound of gasping in the hall sounded one after another.

"It's all nonsense! I can't hold the chopsticks in my porridge shed, so how can I exploit the people?" Comrade Xiao Zhu looked angry when he heard this.

"I can't hold the chopsticks down? Your Majesty! I'm ignorant. I have never heard of any rice porridge that can hold the chopsticks down?

Your Majesty is young, and must have been mistakenly listening to the villain's slander and being deceived by a slut!"

Zou Yuanbiao said lightly.

"You...!" Comrade Xiao Zhu almost pked Zou Yuanbiao on the spot. This guy is so capable of twisting black and white.
Chapter completed!