jdhmnovel Chapter 917 What level of speech is this from a living Yama?
Chapter 917 What level of speech is this from a living Yama?
Yang Shaofeng wasn't particularly afraid of Lao Deng.
He's just a son-in-law of the Ma family. As long as his mother-in-law is okay, no matter how unhappy Old Deng is, he can't cause any trouble.
However, Yang Shaofeng was very afraid of Empress Ma.
The thought of being captured and beaten by his mother-in-law's men made Yang Shaofeng completely cower.
No.
We need to get the animal-powered rotary tiller out as soon as possible.
With this achievement, he shouldn't be hung up and beaten again, right?
瞧着杨少峰脸上的神色一变再变，朱标忍不住啧了一声：“姐夫是不是想着怎么才能不挨揍？”
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Zhu Biao sideways and said, "Isn't Your Highness afraid? Is it glorious for the Crown Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty to be hung up and beaten by His Majesty and the Empress?"
Zhu Biao chuckled and said, "Back when you were thinking about sealing the wolf's lair, you weren't worried about getting beaten up, brother-in-law."
"Now that the sealing of the wolf's lair is about to be postponed, are you starting to worry?"
"It's late~"
Zhu Biao adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude: "Besides, whether you're worried about getting beaten up or not, you'll still get beaten up."
"Since we're going to get beaten up anyway, we might as well enjoy ourselves before we get back to the capital."
"As for what happens after we return to Beijing..."
Zhu Biao clicked his tongue again: "You call Jin'er and Yu'er, and I'll call the Chang family girl. We'll try to avoid it for as long as we can. If we really can't avoid it, we'll just have to put up with it."
So, are you really prepared to live life to the fullest and then die?
While mentally ranting, Yang Shaofeng stroked his chin and said, "If we really can't avoid it, why don't we just drag a few more people down with us?"
As Yang Shaofeng finished speaking, Zhu Biao's eyes lit up: "That's right, drag a few more people down with us, the second, third, fourth, and fifth brothers, as well as Qi-ge and Lian-ge, drag them all down with us."
"The law does not punish the masses."
"Even if we really get beaten up, with so many people with us, we won't lose out."
……
"On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head, bringing favorable winds and rain, and a bountiful harvest. The granaries are full, the small granaries overflow, a good year begins with spring."
This is a proverb that has been used by the Zhongyuan Hall for a long time.
However, in Liaodong, it did not rain as expected around the second day of the second lunar month; instead, a heavy snowfall occurred.
Zhu Biao stared blankly at the snow outside the window, which was already knee-deep.
Spring plowing?
Encouraging agriculture and sericulture?
What the hell are you trying to persuade, farmers?!
Li Shanchang looked directly at Hu Weiyong and asked, "Was it the same in Liaodong last year?"
Hu Weiyong sighed and said, "That's true."
"Actually, this kind of snow is not bad."
"What I fear most is rain mixed with snow, or snow mixed with rain."
"Frozen snow mixed with rainwater is heavier than snow, and it can easily cause houses to collapse."
After a slight pause, Hu Weiyong added, "In Liaodong, spring comes later than in the Central Plains, and winter comes earlier."
"Sometimes it snows as early as September, and sometimes it snows as late as March."
"Moreover, I have inquired with the local people and they said that Liaodong has been getting colder year by year, and the snow is falling earlier and later each year."
Li Shanchang grunted in agreement, then couldn't help but glare at Zhu Biao and Yang Shaofeng.
The brother-in-law is abnormal, and the brother-in-law also has some serious illness.
Fortunately, they were not allowed to set off for the northern desert, but the time was set for autumn.
Judging from the current state of the snowstorm, if those two were to lead their troops to the northern desert, the loss of soldiers and generals would be the least of their worries.
There's a real possibility that this could shake the very foundations of the nation.
Thinking of this, Li Shanchang couldn't help but scratch the back of his head again.
Liaodong, ah, it really is a place that people both love and hate.
Just the sheer bitterness of it makes one want to throw it away.
But the mineral deposits in Liaodong are too coveted.
And the fertile soil of Liaodong, so rich it's practically dripping with oil, is even more alluring than the most beautiful courtesans on the Qinhuai River.
Therefore, abandoning Liaodong is impossible.
They could only fill the area little by little with people, desperately developing Liaodong.
Just like what the superior said, even if the descendants are spendthrifts, we still have to accumulate enough wealth to let them squander for several more years.
Just as Li Shanchang was sighing inwardly, Yang Shaofeng suddenly said, "Prime Minister Li, Governor Hu, judging from the state of this snow today, I'm afraid it won't stop anytime soon."
Li Shanchang and Hu Weiyong looked up at the sky outside the house.
As far as the eye could see, everything was shrouded in a dark mist, with large snowflakes fluttering about in the cold wind.
Li Shanchang's heart skipped a beat, recalling Hu Weiyong's earlier words: "It's very easy for the house to collapse."
Zhu Biao also thought of this sentence.
The collapse of houses and buildings actually means a large number of casualties.
Especially for those who have just arrived in Liaodong, because the number of people coming to Liaodong to work far exceeds expectations, many of them live in makeshift wooden houses.
It's better than a shack, but it's still hard to withstand such a heavy snowstorm.
Zhu Biao's face was ashen as he looked at Yang Shaofeng and asked, "What are your thoughts, brother-in-law?"
Yang Shaofeng did not answer Zhu Biao's question directly, but just stared out the door with a dark and sour face.
idea?
Does this official even have a hammer-like idea?
If the people of Liaodong had enough grain and firewood stored up, things would be better. But if they didn't have enough, they had almost no other option but to wait for death.
There's no need to think about sending soldiers from the garrison to help with disaster relief.
There's no need to rely on the regular warehouses and reserve warehouses.
In this desolate place of Liaodong, the snow can be ankle-deep when you're young, calf-deep when you're a little older, and even as tall as a person or even ten feet deep when you're even older, enough to cut off any transportation.
Dog sled?
Dog sledding is possible only if the snow is firm enough for the dog to run on and to support the weight of the sled and supplies.
Using oxen and horses to clear away the snow?
Whether cattle and horses can survive in the heavy snow is unknown, let alone clear a path through the snow.
To put it bluntly, even hundreds of years later, this would still be a major headache, and in the Ming Dynasty with its low productivity, it was an unsolvable problem.
After a long silence, Yang Shaofeng shook his head slightly and sighed, "I have no good ideas. The only way is to disregard casualties and use human lives to pave a way out."
After a slight pause, Yang Shaofeng said with a hint of hesitation, "The key is that there is more than one Liaoyang in Liaodong."
Nobody knows where it snowed or where it didn't.
Even if they risked lives to forcibly open a road and barely solved the transportation problem, the Liaodong Provincial Administration Commission still had no way to deal with the snow disaster in a targeted manner and could only passively wait for reports from various prefectures.
Yang Shaofeng's head was getting more and more ache from thinking about it, but Hu Weiyong's eyes lit up and he said, "This is easy to solve - Liaodong is not short of laborers right now, we can just use them to fill the gaps!"
Ok?
What kind of devilish statement is this?!
What do you mean by "at worst, we can just use laborers to fill the gaps"?