In the following days, Chen Buer kept helping the patients in the "medical factory" in the west of the city, but the nutrition these patients needed most could not keep up with, and the original problem was not solved. How effective was it?

Most of the time, Chen Buer worked with his friends to help carry the bodies, including men and women, old and young, and one of them starved, sick, and desperately dead bodies to the cremation site.

Even if Chen Buer brought a hospital back to ancient times, he was helpless in the face of these thousands of patients. He could save one or two, but he could not save more people.

If you want to save people, you only have food.

But it is precisely the food, which has now become the biggest problem and cannot be bought.

Chen Buer has quietly released more than 100,000 stones of grain at Jingshitang Congee Factory, and the scale of the porridge has expanded five times. However, with the increasing number of disaster victims in various places, 100,000 stones of grain is just a drop in the bucket.

Even if he released all the 600,000 stones of food left in the space hospital, he would be far from solving hundreds of thousands of disaster victims.

Therefore, disaster relief should be the behavior of the court and will never be changed by personal will.

If the court and grain merchants released tens of millions of stones of grain, what kind of waste year would not pass? The key is that both parties were unwilling to release grain easily, which caused a strange phenomenon of shortage of grain in the market and mountainous piles in warehouses.

Chai Zijin stood in the cremation site, watching the corpses piled up there waiting for cremation, with tears in his eyes and his fists tightly clenched.

Chen Buer just brought a corpse over and sighed in his heart when he saw this lonely background.

The once carefree little prince was so happy that he was devoted to studying in the Imperial Academy. He was trapped in the quagmire of politics and was thinking more and more things, and from then on, happiness would slowly move away from it.

Chen Buer didn't treat himself as his subordinate, walked over and patted Chai Zijin on the shoulder:

"Don't think too much. Most of these are old and weak. It's normal for them to not be able to survive. Perhaps death is also a relief for them."

"Seventh brother, you know, they obviously don't have to die. As long as they give them a bite of food and have a chance to survive, how dare these unscrupulous merchants in the city do this?"

Chai Zijin paid out of his own pocket and invested 100,000 taels of silver to buy grain, but he couldn't buy it!

Even though he was the Duke of Yi and sent people to negotiate with the big grain merchants, he finally got only 5,000 stones of grain, and there was no other grain of rice.

Of course, the grain merchants did not directly refuse, but just because they did not have much grain in their own home, so it was really difficult to supply them.

Others may not know, but Chai Zijin would not know? Chen Buer told him personally that there were at least more than five million stones of grain stored in the granary on the Bian River east of the city.

In the end, Chai Zijin had no choice but to write a memorial and entered the palace, hoping to "borrow grain" from the national granary.

Empress Yang agreed, Shi Cheng agreed, and finally got stuck in Duke Cheng, Chai Zijin's cheap brother, because the person in charge of the national granary was the "Prince's Party".

Can Duke Cheng make his younger brother Chai Zijin stand out now?

Only he can show off this.

Isn’t your “medical factory” located in the east of the city? Chai Ziyun set up the royal “porridge factory” in the west and north of the city, and this is not a smooth supply.

The ancient court was incomparable to the modern government. The national granary said it stored tens of millions of stones of grain, but if you really want to check the accounts, it would be thankful that there was a five million stone in it.

Wherever the excess grain went, we had to ask the officials at all levels of the granary and the Duke of the Kingdom himself.

Chai Ziyun took advantage of this wasteland disaster relief to open a porridge factory. In fact, he was paying for the payment. He only supplied ten stones of grain, but when he reported the payment, he reported it to one hundred stones. Who knows?

In fact, some people know that the party will not know? But the party did not take action.

The people who die are all ordinary people, what does it have to do with them? Moreover, when it comes to the level of the prince and the prime minister, it is impossible to shake anything.

Besides, he is a corruption-loving Duke. You Prime Minister Cui is innocent? Zhao Hongguang from the Ministry of Revenue is innocent?

Therefore, the unspoken rule of the officialdom is not to attack each other's economic problems. Economic problems generally have to wait until the political opponents fall and then slowly liquidate them.

Just like those who like history, everyone knows that Yan Song of the Ming Dynasty was a corrupt official, and Xu Jie, who brought him down, was a great honest official, and everyone praised him.

But you may not know that Yan Song was searched and the family wealth found was more than 30,000 taels of gold and more than 2 million taels of silver.

But later when Xu Jie was liquidated, historical books described that "there is a family with a total land area of ​​more than 400,000 mu, and the amount is as high as 240,000 mu in his hometown Songjiang area alone."

Yan Song has been the chief minister for 15 years, and his wealth is less than one-fifth of Xu Jie, who has been the chief minister for 6 years, so who is more greedy at a glance?

Moreover, Xu Jie did not bring down Yan Song because of economic problems. When he reached the top, economic problems were not a problem.

So in the year of disaster, it is often a carnival between the powerful and the high-ranking officials. Those who die are the people who love them and deserve it.

Chai Zijin had just entered the officialdom and had no knowledge of these, so he was in pain, angry and powerless.

After hearing this, Chen Buer laughed and said to Chai Zijin: "Xiao Jin, how about we join forces to do another vote?"

Chai Zijin turned his head and looked at Chen Buer with bright eyes: "Brother Qi, what do you think we should do? I know you must have a solution."

"In this way, you will be able to supply the remaining grain in the past two days. And you will send someone to pretend to be a grain transport team from other places. Starting tomorrow, it will be fine if there is no grain. Just push the carriages with stones. Be sure to let the ruts fall deep into the ground."

"Why is this? Why do you need to use a carriage to pull stones?"

"In order to paralyze the enemy, paralyze the big grain merchants so that they can't figure out the situation."

Chai Zijin still wondered: "But our stockpile is only enough for two or three days. If there is no food at that time, wouldn't it starve more people to death? What should we do if it may even cause civil unrest?"

Chen Buer became mysterious: "In three days, I will definitely get the food. If I really can't get it, I'll just pay you."

Chai Zijin nodded firmly: "Okay, I'll listen to Qi Ge'er. From today on, I'll let the patients open their stomachs and eat dry food!"

Chen Buer's solution is also very simple. He dare not steal the treasury granary. That is the best fundamental bottom line for a country.

But he had no pressure to steal the grain from those big grain merchants in Bianliang City. His space hospital base covers an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres, which is enough to store grain.

As for the grain being stolen, whether those grain merchants will jump off the building, and whether the powerful behind it will be crazy, what is the matter with Chen Buer?

A fellow Taoist who dies will not die.
Chapter completed!