Chapter 200

In two days, it will be new year's Eve. The people of Qin and Chu promised the prince to stay for the new year.

Just a dozen days ago, she and Yu Qiaoqiao were still lying on the couch together, worried about what kind of program they were preparing for new year's Eve.

Yu Qiaoqiao said that he would go out to see the lanterns. Qin and Chu people said that they wanted to see the acrobatics. They argued endlessly, and finally reached a consensus. They bought the lanterns first and then watched the acrobatics.

This year's new year's Eve is destined to be lonely. Prince Fei Hong is also a national disaster. Daqing is not allowed among the people.

And this winter, cold to people's bones, everyone thought, hurry through, through this year.

Bad news always comes by surprise.

This year's flood in Jiangnan Road, the imperial government's relief to solve the immediate need, but it is not a long-term solution. In the past, the rich land of abundance has always been the place most keen on the Spring Festival.

This year, tens of thousands of people in Jiangnan have even food and clothing problems.

The people in the capital are preparing for the new year. Jiangnan Road is full of complaints. The weather is getting colder and colder, so people can't live any longer.

So there are refugees.

A large number of refugees poured into the capital, and the Beijing government officials refused to accept them for fear of disturbing the interest of the Chinese New Year.

By the time Meng Yan knew it, three days had passed.

Refugees have become a mob.

When he was in prison, most of the servants in the palace were dismissed, and they came back one after another these days. But he was used to being cold and lonely. He never knew what it was like to celebrate the new year.

In previous years, I went to the palace to drink a cup of wine from the Palace Banquet, and went to sleep when I got home.

This year, with this incident, he was even more reluctant to rest. He immediately denounced the Beijing official: "can you afford to change refugees into mobs?"

Jing Fu Yin was in this position by his relationship. He was afraid of Meng Yan but had no respect for him. Being scolded by pointing at the nose like this is also full of fire. I can't help but feel strange.

"Mr. Wang, you are also considerate of a little official like us. You see, what is the reason why I don't let the refugees into Beijing? I'm not afraid to disturb you! In case of another plague, if you enter the city, I can't afford it! "

It's an irony that he doesn't have a backache when he's standing and talking?

Meng Yan's voice sneered, and his eyes were as cold as a knife. He swept around the court hall, and just happened to see that he was trying his best to shrink into a transparent Lord Wang.

In a word, Wang Shi hasn't been a matchmaker for this adult's daughter.

Meng Yan said with a sneer, "Lord Wang, if I remember correctly, is Beijing Fu Yin the younger brother of the clan?"

Mr. Wang ran out of the room. His black hat was all twisted, but he didn't care about it. He just said, "Mr. Wang, this is my concubine's younger brother. I have retired my concubine. It has nothing to do with this man!"

Jing Fu Yin looks unbelievable. He thinks he is a strong supporter, but he is so humble in front of Meng Yan that he is eager to get rid of him.

But Mr. Wang was afraid to death. He knew that his Highness The Regent hated the officials for leaving the refugees alone.

It's said that it's because the empress Zhu, his Highness The Regent's mother, was coerced in the flood of refugees at that time, but was refused outside the city by the dog officer, and nearly died.

The emperor said he was ill. His Royal Highness The Regent covered the sky with his hand. He didn't dare to bump up.

Naturally, the Beijing official was thrown into prison, but the concubine in the room of Lord Wang was afraid that she would not know why she was put off until she died.

At the end, I can only scold, bah, man. Last night, I was still holding someone else's name. Today, I'm going to leave them, whining.

Although Meng Yan managed to solve the problem of concealing the refugees from the government, he didn't know what to do with the refugees.

As the Beijing official said, the life of the refugees is the life of the people in Beijing, isn't it? No, in the eyes of the people in Beijing, their lives are much more expensive than those of refugees.

If the refugees enter the city easily and carry plague, they are not responsible for the lives of the people in the capital.

How to deal with the refugees has always been a headache for the upper class. If you meet a fatuous monarch and allow the refugees to develop, you will most likely be decapitated by the refugees in the end.

Although his majesty is fatuous, but fortunately he cherishes his life. When he has a thankless job to do, he pushes Meng Yan out and soaks in the back palace comfortably.

Meng Yan is eager for his majesty not to make trouble.

When the refugees could not be released into the city for a while and a half, Meng Yan first sent people to camp hundreds of tents outside the city for the refugees to live in, and sent porridge outside the city for disaster relief.

He knew that this was only a temporary solution. To solve the problem, he had to find a place for the refugees to settle down.

Otherwise, how many days can we survive on disaster relief food?

So he looked for candidates in the court and went to Jiangnan Road to solve the problem from the root.

The people of the Zhou Dynasty had a strong sense of local culture, and they had to go back to their roots when they died. Therefore, if there is no way out, no one will leave home and go to a future where they don't know life and death.

Only when the problem of Jiangnan Road is solved can the refugees go home.

But at the end of the year, who doesn't want to stay at home with his wife and children? And now Jiangnan Road is no better than it used to be, not to mention being poor and destitute. Those victims can turn into jackals, tigers and leopards.

It's the same as going to the northwest.

In ordinary times, the pillars of the state who talked so much lost their voice. When they went to the court, they would put their heads down, for fear that his Highness The Regent would take a fancy to him.

Fortunately, Meng Yan knew a lot about the personalities of these adults, so he was not angry.

There is a saying that no cattle makes a dog.

If it's not that he can't do without the imperial court and needs these wine bags, will you push me?

His royal highness, the Regent, was so anxious that he scolded the ministers in the morning.

It happened that his royal highness went to the palace to greet the empress. After hearing this, he gave a gentle smile and asked for her own orders: "if Uncle Huang can trust our palace, how about going to our palace?"

His Highness the prince is still in the forbidden period, so he can't deal with government affairs. However, someone has taken over the hot potato of Huizi. How can the ministers take care of the forbidden period?

One after another, he advised Meng Yan: "Lord, I think it's so feasible! Isn't your highness dealing with the flood together with you? It can't be more suitable to come down from the prince's hall! "

Meng Yan also has the meaning of sharpening Meng Xu, but he is afraid that Meng Xu has not yet slowed down, so he hesitates for a moment.

The young man who can go to the corner is a little bit out of temper, with a light smile: "Uncle Huang, this palace is OK, the people outside the city are still waiting to go home."

Your highness, I've really grown up.

Meng Yanhu had a feeling that his son was sensible. He sighed and said, "well, I'll ask the emperor later. If there is no accident, you can leave for Jiangnan tomorrow."

Meng Xu nodded and listened carefully. He said in a soft voice, "thank you, uncle Huang."