Of course, Governor Yang is a lie.

He didn't have so many cans. Mrs. Yang has only made 300,000 kilograms in Xincheng so far. This was what he said before, and he finally sent him 100,000 kilograms.

However, it is indeed true to build a canning factory in Jiangyin.

Not only Jiangyin, but also Zhoushan, and even Wusong, including Nanjing, all major lake areas in the upper reaches have to be built. These do not require iron cans, and clay pots can be used. The ones that use iron cans belong to the strategic reserve level, which is specifically used for inland transportation inconvenient areas. For example, those along the coast, along the river, and along the lake, directly build canned factories, and then use clay pots or even glass cans in the future. As long as they can ensure that no one will die within a month.

Just like this time, canned pots made from clay pots are enough.

This thing cannot be stored for too long, but even if it is as sealed as possible, it will not be impossible to eat even if it is transported from Jiangyin to Jiaxing.

Are there still some of these victims to choose from?

Just eat it.

Of course, there is no need to worry about fish.

Anyway, the fish are stuffed in. In fact, there are good things in this area, and there are also protected animals in this area, and there are many, so many that they can run into Taihu Lake along the river. It is not just a kind of protected animal, but even the white sturgeons that are almost impossible to find in modern times are all there. These things are currently stuffed with the Yangtze River, and all they need is the brutal trawlers coming. The gangsters he collected in Guangdong and the trawlers he trained in the north are all ordered to come for reinforcements.

They just need to sweep the Yangtze River with those special large trawlers and paddle boats.

As for the cost, there is no need to consider.

Because Yang Xin was in the name of official procurement of disaster relief, the Ministry of War gave him 300,000 yuan to recruit new troops. He paid for the remaining ones himself. Anyway, he was not short of money. In the end, he spent a portion of the Ministry of War to report the rest. Nine Thousand Sui would report the rest to him. In short, the procurement of these canned foods was an official disaster relief.

"Xu Tongsheng, what do you think about this situation?"

Yang Xin said, looking at the victims who were gathered by the big pot and happily sharing the canned food.

These victims were obviously very frugal. They poured the can into the pot, then added a little rice and wheat, plus a lot of messy wild vegetables, lotus root, water chestnuts, water chestnuts, small fish, etc., and all of them were mixed in and cooked into a pot of hodgepodge and happily shared this rare delicacy.

There are all good things in it.

"Xu has no thoughts. If you want to think about it, you can only defend the land left by your ancestors to the death. My Wuzhen Xu family has lived here since the Song Dynasty. Every acre of land is left by our ancestors. Xu doesn't want to see his ancestors after his death."

Xu Xiake said very simply.

"I forgot if you don't say it. Actually, all of you are stocking up food."

Yang Xin said.

"The Xu family is gone. In order to resist the plunder of Xu's land by some treacherous slanders, the Xu family has already spent all their money and suffered this major disaster. At least the remaining food before the autumn harvest can only fill the stomach. If Governor Yang wants to starve my Xu family to death, he will just rob it."

Xu Xiake said.

"You're naughty again."

Yang Xin said with a smile.

There should be really not much in the Xu family.

After all, the Xu family is right behind the front line, so it is difficult for the Xu family to retain their own land.

However, the gentry in Songjiang, Suzhou, Jiaxing and Huzhou cannot be lost. From the previous achievements of fighting against local tyrants, it can be seen that the gentry in this area usually has reserves for at least two years, to be precise, and there are also one year of stocks that are sold and replenished. Last year's harvest was good, and they also had granaries built on high places, which would not be submerged and soaked and rotted. The reason why the food was short was that they were deliberately controlling the supply.

This is a good opportunity to make money.

This year, these guys have made a lot of blood because they have to support group training.

For those like the Eternal Winning Army, 6,000 people will have more than 500,000 taels per year. If the training intensity is high, the cost of sulfur in Japan will rise sharply this year, and the purchase volume here will soar.

These are all silver.

Now that I have suffered another flood, it can be said that the disaster will not happen alone.

It would be strange if the guys in Jiangsu and Zhejiang who control a large amount of grain storage do not take the opportunity to make up for the deficit. Those who have a land output of millions of acres like Master Dong will not be able to collect more than one million stones in a year. The tax collected by Tianqi in Songjiang Prefecture is definitely not as high as he collects in a year. The grain prices of these guys are stored for a price increase. If you want to ensure that the victims have a meal, you have to force these guys to take out the grain, instead of letting them hoard the food and stir-fry the grain prices to one tael and six. The grain prices here will be at a high of one tael and six. The grain prices in the north will dare to rise to six taels.

At this time, it may have started to rise.

"keep going!"

Governor Yang waved his hand and said.

His patrol fleet continued to move forward along the Xicheng Canal.

The road is still vast. Except for a few slightly higher terrain, the main paddy fields, especially the reclamation area of ​​Furongwei, have completely turned into water surfaces, and only one house that has been soaked everywhere shows that this once a water town is rich.

However, with this ancient canal as the boundary, the situation on both sides is completely different. The height of the militia area on the right is a placement point composed of tents or straw sheds. At these placement points, smoke can be seen, and ships transporting food are constantly arrived. In addition, there are young and strong fleets forming fishing in the water, searching for food, whether it is shallow lotus roots, water horns floating on the water surface, or even reed roots, in short, searching for everything that can be eaten, and even organizing to emptiate water in some places, and some women are planting rice seedlings.

"Rice seedlings were also transported from other places, and the Danyang area was less affected."

Li Zhong said.

Yang Xin nodded, this is the advantage of organization.

If you are not afraid of disasters, you are afraid that no one can quickly organize the response.

On the other side is the typical unorganized one.

"Let them come!"

Yang Xin said as he looked at a group of victims and the group trainees who were fighting.

These victims were competing for ten grain transport ships, which should have come from Suzhou. The group training was to protect these foods, but it was still raining at this time. Their firearms were unable to be used and could not stop the victims who were almost hungry. In the mountains behind the latter, a large number of women and children could be seen, behind them were wives and children who were hungry for feeding. Those victims were not afraid of group training.

Li Zhong fired a gun quickly.

The victims and the group training that were in the battle all stopped.

"Quick, grab the food!"

One of the victims looked at the fleet behind and shouted as if he was crazy.

Then they rushed here together.

Yang Xin picked up the bronze horn with a speechless look...

"stop!"

He suddenly roared.

The victims and the group training team, who were less than twenty meters away, were so scared that they all stopped, and then looked at the face they had just recognized.

"You guys, give them half of the food!"

Yang Xin shouted to Tuanlian.

"Governor Yang, the youngest one is from Gu Hanlin's family in Kunshan. This is the military rations sent to Nanzha."

The ship owner who came from behind said.

"So give them half."

Yang Xin said.

There is no shortage of food at the Nanzha. It is not that the two hundred cans he gave, but that a team of rice that was originally transported to Tianjin would arrive in Jiangyin the day after tomorrow. Xu Xiake could go there to buy it. During this period, Dutch and Portuguese merchant ships were flocking to come, and all the ships were carrying rice. The grain shortage in Guangzhou has been lifted, and early rice will soon be harvested. There is no need for these rice there, and all of them are transferred to rescue disasters. In fact, grain transport ships from Huguang and Jiangxi are also constantly arriving.

"But that silver..."

The ship owner wanted to speak but stopped.

"Gu Hanlin, should the Hanlin Academy examine Gu Xichou? Let him go to my house to ask for it."

Governor Yang glared and shouted.

What else can the ship owner say? He quickly distribute the food to half of the victims.

"You guys, if you dare to rob the grain, you won't be able to kill them. Carry a hundred iron buckets back, and there is minced meat."

Governor Yang shouted at the disaster victim leader.

The latter was excitedly lying in the mud and kowtowed to him, and then hurried to carry the rice bag. The leader came over with several small boats and carried cans from the boat behind. A soldier was kind enough to teach them how to open it. The leader couldn't wait to chew directly, and then kowtowed to Governor Yang again with tears in his eyes. The woman hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance ran out immediately, and then shouted at Master Qingtian, but Governor Yang was not interested in talking nonsense with them, so he led the fleet to continue moving forward.

When passing Qingyang, two hundred cans were unloaded. There was also a bastion here, but more than one was still there. There was another one facing each other across the river to the southwest. However, Yang Xin also divided one of the ones belonged to the Loyal and Brave Army.

The latter is not short of food.

They were the militiamen in Wuxi.

Yang Xin continued to move forward with the remaining 1,400 cans, walking all the way. Finally, in a complex gaze, he revisited the old place into Wuxi City, and then revisited the same old place, directly in front of Hua Yunyi's vigilant gaze...

"Brother Long Chao, I'm back!"

He said with a bright smile.

"Governor Yang, in the low family, he dare not insult the governor's feet."

Hua Yunyi said very simply.

"Brother Long Chao, you either invite me in and sit, or I want you to sit in the imperial prison."

Yang Xin also said very simply.

Hua Yunyi took a deep breath, and everything that came to his mind...

"Speak straight away if you have something to do."

He said.

"It's very simple. I heard that your government collected 480,000 shi of rent last year. Now the flood has destroyed the wheat harvest. I hope that your government can sell 100,000 shi of rice to the outside world for 8 cents per stone. It cannot be mixed with sand. At least 2,000 shi of sand every day. I will send the Jinyiwei to supervise it until you sell these. If you refuse, then Yang will bring the victims to the door in person. I think you will definitely not want to see such a scene."

Yang Xin said with extremely sincere eyes.

Hua Yunyi gritted his teeth...

Yang Xin continued to act cute with disgusting to him.

"I'll sell it!"

Hua Yunyi leaned against the slave as if suddenly, and said.

"That's right. Those who have been to the imperial prison once realized differently. I will write a plaque for your mansion in person, a good family."
Chapter completed!