No worries, after safety. The tide never stops. Who will fight against the heavens? No one will lower their heads and go against the current.
As soon as the notice was posted in Lu Zhou's mansion, more than 20,000 people packed up their belongings. Without any complaints or doubts, they headed up the mountain under the guidance of the people in the yamen. Only those who were reluctant to leave would look back at their newly built homes.
The people's confidence came from Zhang Zhong, the good official. His family was rich, so it did not matter if his house was destroyed. As long as he was alive, he would not be afraid. When the time came, he would rebuild it. The people did not know how much money the good official had. They only knew that he had never stopped investing.
The people's trust in the good official could not be any higher. Even if they did not encounter any big storms this time, it did not matter. They would just take it as a stroll in the mountain and enjoy the scenery. At least, the good official would not tease them for no reason.
Zhang Xiaobao once again displayed his ability to plan. Even in the face of an irresistible natural disaster, he never admitted defeat. He used everything that could be used, and took away all the resources in the province that could be taken away.
The procession slowed down a little. The old people in the nursing home were well protected in the carriage. It was not only because they had a lot of experience, but also because Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were not so snobbish. They would not give up on useless people. As long as it did not cross their bottom line, they would respect life very much.
This was especially true for the lives of their own kind. If they could spare them, they would spare them. When the people set off, they had arranged for a few people to go to the surrounding provinces to deliver the news. What should be done had been done. As for whether those people would listen to them or not, they did not care.
There were tides in the sea, and there were people in the sea. A procession of more than 20,000 people was not small at all. Zhang Xiaobao was still in charge of the overall planning, and Wang Juan was in charge of arranging the order of the people's procession. She was only in charge of adjusting the procession according to what she thought was the most reasonable method. She left all the logistics to Zhang Xiaobao.
Zhang Xiaobao was absolutely unwilling to lose the place that he had just built. At the very least, he wanted to gain some benefits from it. According to Zhang Xiaobao's words, "We are all kites, flying in the face of adversity. The string that connects us is the concern in our hearts."
This kind of tenacity was his essence. Therefore, during the process, he allocated resources while planning. He found Li Xun and told Li Xun that the construction of the wooden houses on the mountain could be brought forward. There were so many people, and under such circumstances, there was no need to pay any wages.
Furthermore, he divided some medicinal herbs and better plants that could be collected at this place and this season into categories and let the people pick them when the time came. Anyway, there was no shortage of food. Those good rice were exchanged for a lot of bad rice from other places. It was enough as long as they could eat their fill. The quality of the food would be decided after the disaster was over.
In just one day, this plan was written and placed in front of Li Xun for him to see. Then, he would also have to pay for this. After all, Li Xun had a lot of money and did not invest much. He was always by the Zhang family's side, so his expenses were too little. He was not as extravagant as the other Marquises.
After Li Xun read this plan, he was stunned. At this point, the Zhang family was still able to think of a way to develop. Naturally, he did not know that Zhang Xiaobao was the one who came up with this plan. He only thought that it was a master of the Zhang family.
"This matter, how could it be? Could it be that you are still stubbornly resisting in the face of an impending disaster? If it rains heavily, it will be more dangerous on the mountain. Do you still want to carry out construction? "
After reading the plan, Li Xun moved closer to Zhang Xiaobao and asked.
"Then what should we do? Can we only wait for death in the face of a disaster? That is not the style of the Zhang family. The Zhang family never gives up. As long as there is a little hope, we will work hard. This money is agreed upon. Zhang Family and Wang Family cannot transfer so much money now, especially 110,000 yuan to build the canal.
What is terrible is not the disaster, but the loss of confidence. What do we have to worry about? It is nothing more than another flood and spending more money. Does it mean that there is no danger if we don't work? We have to live like the wolves in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If there is a wound, we will silently lick it. The lightning rods are ready. When the time comes, put a few of them at each settlement. "
Zhang Xiaobao finished the last short-term plan, stopped writing, and said seriously to Li Xun. He was prepared. He could bear any economic loss as long as he was still alive.
Wang Juan was also beside him. She was as tenacious as Zhang Xiaobao. As long as there was life, there was hope. She added, "Don't think that it is a continuous disaster. When this disaster is over, the people will work harder to build. This is the essence of humans being superior to other animals."
Li Xun finally understood the benefits of having two experts. Even the two children were like this. He always felt that there was something in these two people that he could not see through. That was, they were not afraid of any difficulties. The stronger they were, the stronger they became. They were like the fish that flew against the waves. Don't think about defeating them. Unless they died, any attack would be useless.
This reminded him of the army. As long as the commander's flag did not fall, they would fight to the death. Of course, he did not know that the flags of the Zhang Family and the Wang Family were Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan. As long as the two of them were still alive, there was nothing to be afraid of.
At this moment, Liu Shaoqing, who was supposed to be tortured to death, was given a new life.
Zhang Zhong called him over and asked him to help arrange things here. After all, he was also a judge. He believed that he had the ability to do this. If he did a good job, all the debts would be written off. If he did a bad job, it would mean that he had sacrificed himself for the safety of the people of Lu Zhou.
The words were very straightforward, but Liu Shaoqing could not feel any resentment. He felt that he could do a good job. Was it not just organizing the people? He understood. He was not a stupid person. Otherwise, how could he sit in this position?
The steward of the Liu Family, who often came up with ideas, had a new idea this time. He came to Liu Shaoqing's place and said to him, "Master, I've thought of something that can help us get more money."
Liu Shaoqing was in a very good mood now. As long as he did a good job this time, all the debts would be written off. The salted vegetables made from the shrimp paste were a direct profit. He was very grateful for the disaster this time, but he did not dare to express it. Otherwise, if Zhang Zhong found out, it would be over.
When Zhang Zhong told him about the matter, he mentioned that the four of them were gloating over the disaster last time. It was because of this that they were forced to take out all the money in the flood. Did it mean that they were not happy? If the people were not having a good time, they would not have a good time either.
Therefore, when Liu Shaoqing was grateful for the disaster this time, he kept telling himself that he had to treat the people well. When he heard that the steward had another idea to make money, he pondered for a moment and said, "We can't always think about making money for ourselves. We have to think about the people at all times. After all, I'm still a judge. If the people are not living well, I'll feel sad too."
Whether he was sincere or not, what he did and said was good for the people. It did not matter if he was pretending. If he could pretend for a lifetime, would it be true or not?
The steward was stunned and suddenly understood the master's meaning. He quickly said, "Master, it's for the sake of the people that we thought of this method. Master, when the rain comes again, there will be a lot of mushrooms on the mountain. These mushrooms are useless. Why don't we fork out some money and let the people help us pick the mushrooms?
We haven't paid off the debt this month, so we should have some money. It's enough to hire the people to work. Master, think about it. The Zhang family only makes some small vegetables. There are too few of them. The big pickles we make can't compare to the Zhang family. It won't be easy to sell them. The ones we made in the past will be given to the Zhang family. Now, we'll use mushrooms to make pickles.
Since the things are different, the price will naturally be different. I heard that there are many places that don't have mushrooms in winter, especially in the north. When the time comes, we can sell them to the Zhang family at a higher price. We can also find a way to transport them and sell them. Master, what do you think? "
"Mushrooms? Good, this is good. Then you can go and get Little Fishy in a while. Forget about selling them yourself. Sell them to the Zhang family. It's fine even if you don't raise the price, as long as Zhang Zhong doesn't scheme against me. "
Liu Shaoqing's eyes lit up. He felt that this was a good idea. His family hadn't paid off the debt this month, so he had some money. It wouldn't cost too much to hire someone to pick mushrooms. This way, the people would be better, and he would be better. The steward would naturally reward him and give him the Little Fishy from a few days ago.
Liu Shaoqing thought that the steward would be very happy. Who knew that when the steward heard about Little Fishy, he shook his head vigorously and begged, "Master, I already have a wife at home. That's enough. One is enough. Otherwise, I can't stand it. Hehe, Master, change something else. For example, that silver hairpin. Give me one, and I'll go back and wear it for my wife."
The steward didn't have a heart of stone. Ever since Little Fishy left and he ate the zhajiang noodles, he finally understood. It was fine for a beautiful woman like Little Fishy to be carefree outside, but he definitely couldn't bring her home. Otherwise, she would only cause trouble for him. That kind of woman could only die in a single night and couldn't be his wife.
When he was at his lowest, that fat and ugly wife kept giving him ideas, encouraging him, and even cooking for him. This time, the idea was also thought of by his family members. If he brought Little Fishy back, if his current wife couldn't stand it and left, then he wouldn't just lose a bowl of noodles.
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