After ordering the guards, Hu Zongxian sat back in front of the desk and continued to deal with previously unfinished business.
Just when Hu Zongxian picked up his writing brush and planned to make annotations on the official document in front of him, Zheng Michang's shout came from outside the study.
"Mr. Governor, what a great thing! A ship is coming!"
"What!"
Hu Zongxian was shocked by the news brought by Zheng Michang, and couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.
While Hu Zongxian was in a daze, he lost his grip on the brush in his hand and fell onto the official document in front of him with a 'clack' sound, forming a medium-sized stain.
Hu Zongxian came to his senses and quickly removed the brush from the official document, but it was too late, and the words where the brush had fallen had become blurry.
After that, Zheng Michang was seen entering the study of the Governor's Mansion with eager steps. As soon as he entered the study of the Governor's Mansion, he reported to Hu Zongxian without thinking.
"Mr. Governor, what a great thing. Not long ago, the subordinates who were sent by the superior officer to keep an eye on the dock came back and reported that several large ships carrying food had arrived at the dock!"
When Hu Zongxian learned the news from Zheng Michang, he was still in a daze and asked immediately.
"What did you just say? Say it again!"
Although Zheng Michang felt quite strange about Hu Zongxian's request, he still repeated what he had said before.
But this time, Hu Zongxian's reaction was obviously much greater than before. His face was full of smiles, he stroked his beard and said loudly: "Haha, okay, okay. In this way, those farmers in Zhejiang will There’s help!”
When Hu Zongxian said this, he turned his attention to Zheng Michang again and asked.
"By the way, are these grains transported from Jiangxi?"
Hearing this, Zheng Michang's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment. After thinking about it for a long time, he immediately answered.
"My Lord Governor, I still don't know where the food was transported from. After I got the news, I rushed to report to you non-stop. Therefore, I did not conduct any verification on this aspect..."
Upon hearing this, Hu Zongxian waved his hand to express that he did not care about the matter, and immediately gave instructions.
"Immediately send someone to store all the grain that has been transported into the granary. At the same time, have Ma Ningyuan post a notice to tell the farmers that the government will distribute relief grain to them!"
When Zheng Michang heard this, he immediately looked stern and responded without thinking.
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
Just when Zheng Michang was about to leave, he saw a guard hurried into the study and reported to Hu Zongxian.
"Mr. Governor, the man you sent out to deliver the letter has returned. According to him, he also brought a letter written by Tan Lun, the governor of Fujian!"
When Zheng Michang heard this, he suddenly stopped, with a look of disbelief on his face, and said silently to himself: "Is it possible that all the food in front of you was sent by Tan Lun?"
Hu Zongxian seemed to have seen what Zheng Michang was thinking, and immediately turned his eyes to the guard and gave instructions.
"Let him come to see me immediately!"
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
The guards quickly took the order and left. Not long after, they saw the confidant who had been sent by Hu Zongxian to deliver the letter enter the study.
As soon as he entered the study, he knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice.
"Mr. Governor, I'm lucky to have fulfilled my mission and successfully delivered the letter to the governor of Fujian, Tan Lun!"
When the confidant said this, he immediately took out the envelope from his arms, handed it to Hu Zongxian, and said respectfully.
"Sir Governor, this letter is from Fujian Governor Tan Lun, who entrusted me to bring it to you!"
After hearing this, Hu Zongxian took the letter and said unhurriedly: "Well, thank you for your hard work."
"No, being able to serve the Governor is a blessing that many people can only dream of. I just did what I should do."
After hearing this, Hu Zongxian nodded slightly and immediately gave instructions.
"Well, okay, let's get on with it!"
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
After the confidant left, Hu Zongxian had no intention of avoiding Zheng Michang. He immediately opened the envelope in his hand and began to browse the contents, only to see what was written above.
"My Lord Governor, your letter has been received!"
"To be honest, as early as two days ago, His Majesty sent a letter to Xiaguan, asking him to immediately go to Zhejiang to adjust grains. After receiving the letter, Xianguan did not dare to delay at all. , sent people overnight to load eighteen thousand stones of grain onto the ship."
"As of the moment when I receive your letter, the fleet transporting food has already set off for two days. Therefore, Lord Governor, you don't have to worry, just wait for the food to be delivered!"
After Hu Zongxian read the contents of the letter from beginning to end, he put the letter aside, with a look of sudden realization on his face, and said silently to himself.
"I see, all this is under the control of Your Majesty, Your Majesty is wise!"
Zheng Michang on the side took in the look of sudden realization on Hu Zongxian's face, and became even more curious about the contents of the letter.
Hu Zongxian seemed to have seen what Zheng Michang was thinking. After putting the letter away, he explained.
"Well, the food now is shipped from Fujian!"
Seeing that his suspicions were confirmed, Zheng Mi Chang's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and he subconsciously said: "But that Tan Lun is from Qingliu, how could he..."
However, before Zheng Michang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hu Zongxian.
"Sometimes, position doesn't matter. This is how things are in this world. You have me, and I have you. Things are good and bad!"
When Hu Zongxian said this, he turned his attention to Zheng Michang, and then added.
"You might as well think about it, what would we have done if Tan Lun hadn't sent these grains?"
Zheng Michang continued to think along Hu Zongxian's train of thought. Immediately, the picture that emerged in his mind made him shudder.
Seeing Zheng Michang's thoughtful look, Hu Zongxian chuckled and said slowly.
"In that case, let me give you a message. Maybe you can use it in the future!"
When Zheng Michang heard this, he suddenly came back to his senses and said respectfully.
"Please give me your instructions, Lord Governor!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Zongxian took his eyes away from Zheng Michang and said in a deep voice.
“When doing something, don’t ask if it is possible, but ask if it should be done!”
"Don't ask if it's possible, but ask if it should be..."
Zheng Michang chewed on the words Hu Zongxian gave him over and over again. For a long time, Zheng Michang seemed to have a clear understanding. He looked at Hu Zongxian with eyes full of gratitude: "I would like to thank you, Lord Governor!"
When Hu Zongxian heard this, he nodded slightly and immediately gave instructions.
"Well, you go down and do your work first. You must let those farmers know as soon as possible that the government is about to distribute sufficient relief grains to them!"
“Only in this way can we stabilize the current situation!”
After hearing what Hu Zongxian said, Zheng Michang immediately cupped his hands and responded in a deep voice.
"Yes, Lord Governor, I will definitely handle this matter!"
…
On the other side, after Zheng Michang left the Governor's Mansion, while sending people to receive the food, he also informed Ma Ningyuan of the news.
Soon, officials beating gongs and drums and shouting appeared on all the streets in the city.
"Everyone, listen carefully. The government will distribute sufficient relief grains to everyone in a few days. Please be patient!"
"The government has also posted notices everywhere in the city!"
"Listen carefully, the government will be there in a few days..."
Soon, through word of mouth among the people in the city, most people learned that the government would be distributing sufficient relief grains in the near future.
For those people who plant mulberry seedlings, this is undoubtedly good news. The government can distribute sufficient relief grains, which means that they and their families no longer have to suffer from hunger and fear!
However, there are also many different voices among them, such as: "If this is the case, then why didn't we receive sufficient relief grains before, and why did it have to be delayed until today?"
"Someone in the government must have embezzled the relief food that should belong to us. These corrupt officials should be found out!"
However, these voices were ignored by the farmers. At this moment, their minds were full of expectations.
At a place in the city where a notice was posted, many farmers gathered here. After hearing the propaganda from the officials, they came to the place where the notice was posted.
But unfortunately, no one present could read, so everyone had to look at each other and look at each other.
At this moment, an old boy happened to be trembling by as he passed by. Seeing this, everyone quickly grabbed him and said some nice words, and then they asked the old boy to agree to read the contents of the notice for them. .
Seeing that the old boy agreed, everyone immediately made way for him and looked at the old boy with expectant eyes, which the old boy had not seen for a long time.
Immediately, the old boy snorted coldly and walked arrogantly through the road that the crowd had made way for him. When he came to the notice, he opened his cloudy eyes with great effort and read intermittently for everyone. content on the notice.
"From...the date the announcement is posted, all...mulberry farmers who plant mulberry seedlings and have their names, place of origin and other information on the government's register can receive sufficient relief grains, with...specific details time, wait for the notification!"
After the old boy finished reading the contents of the notice, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers.
"Okay, okay, now you don't have to be hungry anymore!"
"Yes, now I can finally have a full meal!"
The message posted on the notice made all the farmers present feel very good. For them, this represents hope, the hope of continuing to live!
And the old boy looked at the cheering crowd in front of him, and he seemed to have some realization in his heart: "I have been poor all my life, and during this period I was looked down upon. In the end, I didn't even pass the exam to be a scholar!"
"Since I no longer have any thoughts about fame, I might as well do more things that benefit the people while my body is still able to move!"
After making up his mind, the old boy left the scene tremblingly just as he came.
In the following period, an old boy suddenly appeared in the city. He would wait by the notice every day and explain the contents of the notice to the illiterate farmers or ordinary people.
The people were all grateful for this. Seeing that the old boy was living in poverty, they gave him a lot of help.
…
Jizhou, Governor's Mansion.
At this moment, Yang Xuan, the governor of Jiliao, casually put aside the letter sent by someone from the cabinet, and immediately fell into thinking.
Not long ago, the imperial court sent someone to send news that Yang Xuan, the governor of Jiliao, would personally lead the army to assist the current Zasak Tuhan Tumahan in quelling the rebellion among the tribes.
After Yang Xuan learned the news, he immediately began to mobilize supplies and made plans for the upcoming battle.
Yang Xuan originally thought that he only had to wait for Tumaihan's arrival before the army could officially set off to the Chahar tribe to quell the rebellion.
Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the latest order came from the cabinet!
The content of the letter was very different from the previous one, except that an extra sentence was added at the end, that while assisting him in quelling the rebellion, Tumaihan's wings should be cut off as much as possible.
After a while, Yang Xuan came to his senses and sighed: "Oh, the previous plan was in vain!"
After that, Yang Xuan called his subordinates and gave instructions.
"Go and invite Lord Shangshu to the Governor's Mansion. Tell him that I have something important to discuss with you!"
"Yes, Lord Governor!"
The subordinates quickly took the order and left. Not long after, they saw Yang Bo, the left minister of the Ministry of War, entering the Governor's Mansion under the guidance of the guards.
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Bo noticed something strange about Yang Xuan's expression. He ignored the pleasantries and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
When Yang Xuan heard this, he did not respond immediately. He just pointed to the empty seat beside him and said slowly.
"Sit down first!"
After Yang Bo sat down on the chair, Yang Xuandang handed the previous letter sent by someone from the cabinet to Yang Bo's hands and spoke slowly.
"See for yourself!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Bo took the letter from Yang Xuan's hand and began to read the contents from beginning to end.
Time passed like this minute by minute. After Yang Bo finished browsing the contents of the letter and put it down, Yang Xuan couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked quickly.
"how?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Bo did not immediately answer Yang Xuan's question, but instead sighed.
"It seems that the imperial court still has a hand in Tumaihan and does not fully trust it, but this is good, as it avoids the trouble of raising tigers!"
"Oh, it's just that all the previous plans have to be rearranged. Not only that, the danger will also be greatly increased. You must be more careful when you lead the army this time!"
Yang Xuan naturally sensed the concern in Yang Bo's words, nodded slightly, and immediately spoke.
"Well, it's just that in this way, the combat effectiveness of the Chahar tribe will be greatly reduced, and it may not be able to help much in the next battle with Anda Khan!"
Yang Bo didn't seem to care about this and turned to say: "It doesn't matter, they just need to bleed for my Ming Dynasty. As for killing the enemy, we have to do it ourselves!"
When Yang Bo said this, he added: "After all, this is the safest way at the moment!"
Yang Xuan also agreed with Yang Bo's words, nodded and said.
"Since the purpose of the operation has changed, I have to trouble you with the specific planning and the mobilization of supplies and supplies!"
"Um."
(End of chapter)
