Do the northern border troops still have morale to fight?

Shut his mouth and Wei Guangde fell silent.

In the years of peace, the court could not allocate disaster relief money in the face of the great disaster in Shanxi and Shaanxi. What would have happened to Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty?

Wei Guangde unconsciously felt a little sympathetic to the emperor who was not even a caterpillar.

The restaurant became quiet, and all the Jinshi were stunned by the bombs thrown by He Bangli, and the population was lost to 800,000. In Jiangxi, there were no one in several counties.

"How could it be so serious?"

After a while, Wu Chaoyi, a Jinshi of Linchuan, spoke.

"The earthquake occurred in the middle of the night. According to reports, there were fish in the ground, or the city walls and houses, which were trapped in the ground, or the plains burst into mountain mounds. Then, there were several earthquakes in a day, and the earthquake continued for a long time, ah."

He Bangli looked up and said, "According to the summary memorial, a total of 101 counties in this earthquake suffered damage to Shaanxi, Shanxi and Henan Provincial Administration Commissioners.

The earthquake caused local houses, government offices, temples, and academies to be ruins, and the relatively strong tall buildings such as city towers, pagodas and palaces collapsed.

All the people were crushed under the house in their dreams, and they had no time to escape. The civilians and military households suffered heavy losses. The congestion in the Yellow River caused floods. It was the middle of winter when the earthquake occurred. The victims were frozen to death, starved to death and the subsequent plague.

The deaths caused were countless."

"There are eight hundred thousand people with names and surnames?"

Wei Guangde still felt that this number could not be believed, and it really exceeded his cognition.

With the current technological level of the Ming Dynasty, it is still possible to accept a hundred thousand and two hundred thousand dead. This is eight hundred thousand. According to the current Ming Dynasty order, the loss of the population must be considered with names and surnames. Wei Guangde knows that there are still many.

The hidden household with household registration exists.

Although I don’t know how many hidden households there are in Shanxi and Shaanxi, Wei Guangde must have existed.

These people are not registered in the household registration and are likely to not be included in the loss of population.

Seeing the delicious food on the table, Wei Guangde felt that it was no longer fragrant.

Thinking about the fact that there are still millions of disaster victims in Shanxi and Shaanxi, but they are wearing fresh clothes and delicious food in the capital, Wei Guangde felt a little uncomfortable.

Most of the people in the restaurant look sad now. Although they don’t know their true thoughts, as long as they are normal people and scholars who know etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, they should be sad and crying for this.

"Since ancient times, there has been no such miserable disasters and injuries. I wish I could replace it with myself."

Someone suddenly sighed.

"We are already Jinshi and will still be officials in the future. We should serve as a herdsman on behalf of the heavens. As long as we are diligent and frugal, we can make the people under the system live and work in peace and contentment, the right way is to say nonsense."

Someone rebuked him.

"Tomorrow's feast is said to cost a thousand gold every time."

Wei Guangde suddenly spoke casually.

Speaking at this time naturally attracted the attention of others, and everyone wanted to hear what his second-class priest had.

Wei Guangde was inexplicably mentioned as the second-class pass at the end of the third-class League. He knew in his heart that most people were afraid of being dissatisfied. In fact, he was very strange. He didn't even give up the money, so why was the ranking so high?

When Guo Dong from Shanxi called him "Wei Chuanlu", Wei Guangde could already hear the faint sour smell in his tone.

"The court has no money to provide disaster relief."

Wei Guangde still said slowly, "Whether we study and recognize etiquette is to be an official in order to be in the imperial examination, and to be at a high position and enjoy the people, and to ignore the fire and water of the people.

The Rongren Banquet is a system and cannot be abolished, but the state is difficult. I want to go to the Ministry of Rites to ask Da Zongbo to reduce the banquet and replace it with clear water. All the saved money will be sent to the disaster area of ​​Shanxi and Shaanxi."
Chapter completed!