Song Jiuyuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, looked at each other and then spoke softly:
"Bring it to me, my king, and have a look."
Master Bo quickly and carefully handed it to Qingshan's hand, and then continued to kneel nervously.
After Song Jiuyuan read it, he nodded slightly, "I can see that you put some thought into it.
Then you will temporarily act as the magistrate of Qucheng and handle the affairs of Qucheng. "
The county magistrate, who had been pretending to be a quail just now, immediately became alert and reminded Song Jiuyuan in a low voice.
"My lord, he is usually just a clerk. I'm afraid he's not good at this."
He is the deputy of the magistrate and is more familiar with this matter. Besides, he is of the eighth rank, so he should be ranked ahead of Zhu Bo, the ninth rank.
Hearing this, Lord Bo raised his head slightly, his teeth clenched, and a touch of indifference quickly passed through his heart.
It was always like this. How many jobs had Zhou County Cheng taken away from him?
Is it going to be like this again this time?
Master Sun's heart was filled with hatred. At this moment, he heard Song Jiuyuan look at Zhou County Cheng with a half-smile but not a smile.
"You can take care of it if you want. Can you come up with your best strategy for dealing with snow disasters?"
Zhouxian Cheng was stunned on the spot, while Master Sun was enveloped in a huge joy.
He didn't care what Zhou Xian Cheng was feeling, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said loudly:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely do my best."
This was his chance to show off, and he would never miss it. Lord Sun Bo looked at Zhou Xian Cheng provocatively.
Zhouxian Cheng's temples were twitching with anger, and just as he was about to speak, Song Jiuyuan said casually:
"As for you, you are responsible for handling Fu Zhixian's funeral affairs. If anyone makes a random comment, he will be your fate."
These few short words were like a life-threatening knife. How could Zhou Xian Cheng have any other thoughts on his mind?
"Your Majesty, this official... I can't guarantee... whether Mrs. Fu will talk nonsense."
"That's your business."
Song Jiuyuan's understatement made Zhou County Cheng feel bad.
This is not a soft-footed prince, he is clearly a life-seeking Yama!
"I'll do my best... I'll do my best."
Zhou Xiancheng felt that he was about to die and thought of eight hundred ways to escape.
As a result, when he met Song Jiuyuan's eyes that seemed to see everything, his legs went weak.
Zhouxian Cheng was driven away first, and Song Jiuyuan arranged the matter for Sun Zhubo.
It wasn't until the two left that Song Qing looked at Song Jiuyuan with disapproval.
"Yuan'er, is that Fu Zhixian your handiwork?"
"it's me."
Song Jiuyuan had no intention of hiding it in front of his family. Chen Ce was taking care of Mrs. Chen and her two children in the house and was not here at the moment.
Song Qing's eyebrows knitted together, "Yuan'er, that's an official appointed by the imperial court."
That man was not a good person and his death would not be a pity, but he was worried that he would take advantage of Yuan'er.
"Don't worry, Dad, I have a plan in mind."
Song Jiuyuan had thought about this a long time ago, if he had followed the rules.
This Jiuzhou is probably not so easy to grasp, so killing chickens to scare monkeys is the fastest way.
Unable to persuade him to go in, Song Qing could only sigh helplessly, and Jiang Wan spoke at the right time:
"Dad, let me give you acupuncture."
Song Qing's body was severely deficient. Since Jiang Wan was still here, she would slowly nurse him back to health.
"That's fine."
Song Qing nodded slightly, now trusting Jiang Wan's medical skills.
After drinking a dose of medicine, the whole person becomes more energetic.
Mrs. Song accompanied Song Qing back to the house, where Jiang Wan was performing acupuncture.
Song Jiuyuan told Song Yi, "Calculate the time, Ren Bang and the others are almost here.
The entire Qucheng is made up of people from Fuzhi County. Sun Zhubo should not have moved so quickly. You go to the city gate to pick up Renbang and the others. "
Ren Bang was not from Qucheng, so he came in as his helper.
"Yes, where will they be placed?"
Song Yi didn't dare to mess around. Song Jiuyuan thought for a while and said, "Let's arrange to go to an inn in the city."
Ren Bang's task is to escort the exiled people, and they cannot be separated.
Song Jiuyuan gave some more instructions. Song Yi took the order and left. After a while, Jiang Wan came out of the house.
"Why are you still here?"
Jiang Wan was a little confused. Qucheng was so chaotic. She thought he would be too busy.
"Everything is settled."
Song Jiuyuan could probably read minds and answered Jiang Wan's questions directly.
Jiang Wan:......
Is this person really a roundworm in her stomach now?
Just as Jiang Wan was about to speak, Qingshan trotted in hurriedly and said with an ugly expression:
"Your Majesty, Master Sun is looking for you. He seems to have brought many wealthy businessmen with him."
"I see."
Song Jiuyuan softened his voice and said to Jiang Wan, "I'll go over and take a look. You can have a good rest."
He knew that Jiang Wan would consume a lot of energy every time he applied acupuncture.
"Well, you go first."
Jiang Wan watched Song Jiuyuan leave, turned around and said to Qiuniang: "Qiuniang, before you do anything, go to find people inside and outside the city to spread some news.
The prince was not sent by the emperor to solve the disaster. He was exiled to take over the fiefdom.
In addition, Fuzhi County died suddenly and had nothing to do with the prince. "
Even though they reconciled, she and Song Jiuyuan were still friends. Song Jiuyuan worked hard and hard, and maybe the people thought it was the emperor's order.
Song Jiuyuan will feel so aggrieved by then.
So Jiang Wan wants to nip these things in the bud, and also let others who are waiting to see how to take sides.
"Okay, Master."
Qiuniang didn't understand why Jiang Wan did this, but as a qualified servant, she asked less and did more.
She left the inn with the money, while Jiang Wan went to the place where Song Jiuyuan was receiving guests with a heavy heart.
At this time, Song Jiuyuan looked at the rows of wealthy businessmen kneeling in front of him, his fingertips lightly tapping the sword, and his lips slightly raised.
"Master Sun said you want to meet me?"
"My lord, it's not that I don't know how to appreciate others, but my family doesn't have much food left."
"Yes, the common people are not short of money. The main reason is that they can't buy food now."
"The grassroots... The grassroots were robbed by unscrupulous people who entered the city a few days ago. They can't even save their own homes."
"..."
These people learned that Sun Zhubo had called everyone to raise donations, and they all came to Song Jiuyuan to complain.
Master Sun's face turned dark, "Didn't you say you came here to raise funds? What are you talking about now?!!"
He was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that the first time he did something would be so unfavorable.
I feel so sorry for the prince's trust.
"We are from Qucheng, and we want to do more good things for Qucheng, but the common people can't do anything."
"No, where can we find food now?"
"..."
"Your Majesty, you can't come from Kyoto without preparing anything, right?"
Someone pointed the finger directly at Song Jiuyuan. Qingshan was a little worried and said hurriedly:
"The prince has his own sense of what he does, and he will definitely not treat the people poorly!"
He had heard the prince order Song Yi to buy grain before.
"Who can't say something nice?"
Someone muttered something, and Song Jiuyuan's eyes fell on one of them.
This man was dressed gorgeously and had a fat figure. He looked at Song Jiuyuan with some resentment in his eyes.
But when she met his eyes, she quickly retracted her neck and pretended not to see.
Master Sun saw this and whispered in Song Jiuyuan's ear:
"Your Majesty, the person who just spoke is Mr. Qian, the uncle of Fuzhi County."
