Chapter 524

In the Prime Minister's Mansion

Yang Biao and Gu Yi talked happily.

As the current head of the Hongnong Yang family, Yang Biao's own cultural level was naturally beyond doubt.

However.

Just when Yang Biao was about to apply to Gu Yi to keep his son Yang Xiu in the Prime Minister's Mansion to work.

Yang Biao suddenly discovered that Yang Xiu, this scoundrel, didn't know what was going on, and actually ran to the side of a white-robed scholar holding a white feather fan.

That white-robed scholar was Zhuge Liang, who was called over by Gu Yi to be cheap labor responsible for handling government affairs.

As a reward, Gu Yi returned the white feather fan to Zhuge Liang.

Therefore, Zhuge Liang at this moment could be said to be very hardworking.

As soon as he finished handling these government affairs, he could get off work and touch fish.

I have to say.

Zhuge Liang, as the Prime Minister of the later Ji Han, had top-notch talent for handling government affairs.

However, just when Zhuge Liang was concentrating on handling a memorial.

Yang Xiu suddenly leaned over from the side and frowned:

"This little friend, regarding the handling of disaster victims, your approach is not quite correct."

In an instant, the interrupted Zhuge Liang raised his head.

He looked at this young scholar who was not much older than himself with confusion.

Although Zhuge Liang's temper was relatively mild.

But being suddenly interrupted by a stranger, no matter who it was, I'm afraid there would be some speechlessness in his heart.

But before Zhuge Liang could speak, Yang Xiu said first:

"When encountering disaster victims, one should set up porridge sheds to do good deeds."

"Why do you want them to do things like building cities and moving wood?"

"They can't even get enough to eat, aren't you just tossing them around?"

As the words fell.

Not far away, Yang Biao and Gu Yi also looked over here.

Was what Yang Biao said correct?

Perhaps this approach was the most common way to deal with refugees in this era.

Set up porridge sheds, let the refugees drink hot porridge, so as to survive.

But... this approach was actually a cure for the symptoms but not the root cause.

First of all, food would not appear for no reason.

Porridge sheds, no matter how thin the porridge is, require a certain amount of food.

Where would this food come from?

Borrow from the landlords in the city?

What would be the consequence?

It was that among these refugees, the weak, women, children, and infants would mostly starve to death due to malnutrition!

The remaining group of young and strong would become hidden households or retainers in the homes of these landlords.

As the saying goes.

In disaster years, the rich are happy, which is the reason.

The landlord paid a batch of food and got countless free young and strong labor.

After the next year, the landlord's strength would become even more powerful.

Looking at the farmers and common people, the only ones who were truly damaged in the disaster year were them.

If they barely held on, they could continue to cultivate their own land.

But if they couldn't hold on, from now on, there would only be the road of being exploited by the landlord.

However.

Standing from Yang Biao's standpoint, this matter naturally had no problem.

After all, he himself was from the top family of Hongnong Yang, and was considered a super big landlord.

But was this the kind of talent Gu Yi wanted?

Obviously not.

Very obviously, if someone like Yang Xiu was placed in later generations, he would definitely be a "contemporary brick expert"!

Therefore.

After Yang Xiu's words fell.

The smile on Gu Yi's face gradually faded a lot.

From Yang Xiu, it could be seen that most of the so-called aristocratic children in this era had similar thoughts to Yang Xiu.

But there's no way.

In the feudal dynasty, especially before the imperial examination system came out, those who could read were basically all aristocratic children and local tyrants.

Or, at worst, they were partial branches of the family, or poor families that had declined from the aristocratic class.

Like Old Dong and high-level generals of the Xiliang Army such as Hua Xiong, Li Jue, and Guo Si, they didn't have much culture themselves.

The reason they could read was largely because of the cramming after they became rich.