Gao Yijian laughed: "Don't take yourself too seriously. I only care about the millions of victims. If it's your kid's fault, huh!"

Zhang Heng was even more grateful in his heart. Gao Yijian actually didn't want to burden him too much, so he said this. If he really took it seriously, he was wrong.

Zhang Heng suddenly felt more courage in his heart.

Although the world is difficult, there are so many old-hearted and warm-blooded seniors who support him to move forward. Although this court is decayed, there are still many ancient and warm-hearted people who are passionate about serving the country and the people.

I am not alone!

Gao Yijian didn't care what he thought, but sat in the middle. Looking at the guests tonight, Zhang Heng glanced at them. There were only about ten people, with all kinds of temperaments, some elegant, some tough.

, some look like old farmers in the countryside, and some look like fierce bandits at sea.

These people were also sizing up Zhang Heng. Gao Yijian suddenly summoned them tonight. They all knew each other. The only one they didn't know was this young man. Probably this young man was the protagonist tonight.

Gao Yijian knocked on the table and said, "Let's talk things over first. If we agree, we'll eat and drink. If we don't agree, we'll go home and sleep. Don't eat either."

Suddenly someone laughed and said: "Master, you are trying to force us to settle the matter. Master, this is not the case. We heard that when you treat guests, they all come hungry. If you can't even eat,

I won’t be able to sleep that night.”

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Heng suddenly felt refreshed. There was something in this man's words. It seemed that he wanted to give Gao Yijian face. It seemed that Gao Yijian's authority in Quanzhou was indeed very high.

Gao Yijian nodded towards Zhang Heng and said: "Come on, Judge Zhang, you speak, I won't speak anymore, you can talk whatever you want."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Zhang Heng stood up after hearing this, respectfully bowed his hands to Gao Yijian, and then said with a smile: "I am Zhang Heng, a native of Pucheng. I was lucky enough to win the Jinshi last year..."

Suddenly someone was startled: "Zhang Heng, Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Sanyuan of Sanyuan!"

"Ah? Is it him?"

"What! It's Zhang Twenty-four in person! The name of the melancholy guest in the world is very famous in Fujian Road. This is the number one talent from Fujian!"

"Haha, what is the best talent in Fujian? This is the best talent in the Song Dynasty!"

…

More than a dozen people suddenly became very excited and stood up to salute Zhang Heng.

With a smile, Zhang Heng greeted everyone one by one and said humbly: "You are all my fellow villagers, and all of you are my uncles in age. Please don't be so polite."

Gao Yijian shouted: "Everyone, please sit down, don't make such a fuss, and talk about it."

Everyone smiled and sat down one after another.

Zhang Heng continued: "Tonight's meeting was organized by me asking the boss to help me. I have appointed shipping magistrates for Jiang, Huai, Liang Zhejiang, Jinghu and other roads to organize grain shipments, but I am not here today.

For this reason, there is something else..."

Zhang Heng explained the disaster situation in western Beijing and Jianghuai in detail, and then said with a serious expression: "...millions of victims, after experiencing natural disasters, suffered military disasters.

After this military disaster, coupled with the food shortage, I am afraid that not even one out of ten victims will be left in the Jianghuai area west of Beijing.

When the time comes, thousands of miles of wilderness will be covered with bones, and the wind will pick up the hair of corpses. The scene will be much more terrifying than the Hell of Hell..."

It was night, and Zhang Hengzhi's description was so realistic that it actually made some people look frightened.

Zhang Heng sighed and said: "The boy came here to raise food for relief. There is surplus food on Fujian Road and Jiangnan East-West Road, but it is a long way to go north. We only rely on land and water. There is too much loss and it takes a long time. When the food is transported

If we arrive, I’m afraid we’ll all be starving to death…”

Everyone understood now and looked at each other in shock.

One person stood up and said: "Today's gathering was organized by Mr. Boss, and I believe that Mr. Boss also informed you of our origins.

You, Zhang Heng, are from Fujian and a very proud fellow countryman of ours. Logically speaking, if you come to ask us for help, we should fully support you.

But this matter is an official family matter after all. If we help you transport food, we will inevitably be found to be a sea-going ship. Not only will we be punished, but even you, the official, will not be able to escape, and a businessman who colludes with illegal business will not be able to escape.

of.

If you have political enemies, it would be easy to accuse you of colluding with pirates, and no one will be able to escape then!"

"Yes, that's right. It's not that we won't help you, it's that it does a lot of harm and no good at all!"

"What's the big deal? It's the boss who's talking about this. We have to help. Otherwise, we'll help transport the grain from land to Hangzhou. When we get to Hangzhou, it can be transported by water. Although there will be more losses,

But wouldn’t it be nice if we, the people, bear the losses?”

"Yes, Judge Zhang, we have borne the loss. We don't have much money, but we can still afford to make up for this loss..."

Zhang Heng couldn't help but be speechless.

What does not have much money mean, and what does this loss mean? It is not a minority. At least one million dan of grain is transported from Fujian to Hangzhou, and at least more than half of the grain is lost. In their mouths, this is what they call it.

money.

Gao Yijian knocked on the table: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know how much food is needed?"

Someone said unconvinced: "Sir, we have money!"

Gao Yijian laughed: "Relieving millions of people requires at least six months of food. Do you know how much food is needed?"

He snorted and said: "At least one million stones. It takes one million stones to transport it to the victims. The loss on the road is at least half. In other words, you need to make up for one million stones. How much does one stone of food cost?

Do you know better than me?"

Everyone immediately looked at each other.

One stone of grain is about one thousand guan, which is 1.3 guan, one million shi... that is one million and three hundred thousand guan!

Everyone fell silent immediately.

They are rich, and there are about a dozen families here, but each family needs at least hundreds of thousands of guan to distribute it. But the accounts cannot be calculated simply like this. They are also responsible for the labor and transporting 2 million gu of grain to Hangzhou.

...Tsk!

This sounds scary. One million stones, how many people will be needed to transport it?

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