The magistrate of Jiyin County was an elegant middle-aged man. He frowned at the post in his hand and suddenly burst into laughter.
When the officer who handed over the post saw this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. When the county magistrate waved his hand, he quickly retreated.
At this time, the Jiyin County Magistrate handed the post to his staff and said with a smile:
"I thought the imperial court sent an envoy here to make things difficult for the teacher, but I didn't expect that besides Cao Bin, the playboy, the other one is also a stupid young man."
"In this case, I will feel relieved."
The staff member read the post and said hesitantly:
"But the words he posted were harsh and he seemed to have some opinions on Dong Weng."
The county magistrate stroked his beard and smiled proudly:
"So what if he posted a rebuke? Not to mention the severe drought this year, even in ordinary times, the court also has regulations to protect the river, so it does no harm to me."
"On the contrary, his post revealed the truth. If his knowledge and skills stop at this, we don't need to take him to heart."
"Moreover, most of the people in Shandong are teachers. What kind of disturbance can these two polished envoys create?"
As he said that, he suddenly became energetic and said:
"Prepare paper and pen for me. I am going to write a letter to the teacher and inform the teacher..."
The staff member was a little confused and said:
"Isn't Uncle Cao one of our own? The grand master intends to increase his seniority. Don't you intend to cooperate?"
The county magistrate shook his head disdainfully and said:
"He is a dandy, why should the teacher cooperate with him in acting? If he knows the truth, that's all. It's okay to give him a little credit."
"If he is greedy, we will make him realize..."
Liangshanbo is also called Juye Ze. The administrative seat of Jeju is in Juye County, and it is also the destination of Cao Bin and others.
Due to various reasons in later generations, the original site of Liangshanbo no longer had water, but now it is still a large swamp stretching for 800 miles.
Just because of the severe drought, the water area has shrunk a lot this year, but you can still see how majestic it was in its heyday.
Guangji River enters the dock.
Thousands of imperial troops and soldiers have put this place under martial law.
A large group of officials including the governor of Jeju are looking forward to it.
"I'm coming!"
Someone shouted, and the crowd suddenly became noisy.
Immediately afterwards, countless ships were seen slowly appearing from the upper reaches of the Guangji River.
The governor of Jeju breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile on his face:
"The relief materials from the imperial court have finally arrived. If it is delayed for another two days, Jeju will not be able to support it."
When the ship stopped, Cao Bin held the imperial edict in his hand, got off the ship first, and read it out without saying a word.
There is no other content in the imperial edict, it is nothing more than an expression of the emperor and the court's concern for Shandong.
After finishing reading, Cao Bin saw a fat-headed official coming forward to salute:
"Thank you for your hard work, the two imperial envoys. I have prepared a banquet in the city to welcome you two."
Before Cao Bin could respond, Yan Chasan hurriedly walked up to Cao Bin and said:
"Disaster relief is like putting out fires. There is no need to catch the wind. Let's unload food first. How many victims are there in Jeju now?"
Seeing how impatient he looked, Cao Bin couldn't help but rolled his eyes and didn't say anything, just letting him do what he wanted.
The governor of Jeju quickly said:
"I heard that the imperial court's disaster relief supplies will arrive in Jeju, and hundreds of thousands of victims have gathered in Jeju City."
As he spoke, there was a hint of fear in his eyes:
"The two imperial envoys arrived just in time. If they were delayed for two days, Jeju City would be in serious trouble."
At this time, Jeju Tongpan had already begun to direct the Xiang soldiers and Minzhuang to unload grain from the ship.
Cao Bin got a little impatient with the waiting, so he ordered Shi Qian to move out a chair, eat melon seeds and drink tea while watching them busy.
Fat Zhizhou looked at Cao Bin enviously, licked his lips, and kept wiping sweat with a handkerchief.
Yan Chasan had a look of disgust on his face, turned his head not to look at Cao Bin, and hurriedly helped to direct.
After working for most of the day, more than 2,000 carts were used, and only 50,000 stones of grain and grass were transported.
Seeing the sun setting in the west, Fat Zhizhou said enthusiastically:
"Two adults, come with me to the city and have a rest. I have ordered a banquet at Taibai Tower..."
Only then did Yan Chasan acquiesce.
Cao Bin stretched, stood up from the chair and said:
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go. I didn't expect that moving food would be so inefficient."
"Sitting makes my bones and muscles sore and I'm a little tired!"
Wu Shu and others rolled their eyes, and Yan Chasan even snorted coldly.
They looked at their sweaty clothes and then at Cao Bin's crisp clothes, and they were all speechless.
The sedan chair seemed unaware. When he heard what Cao Bin said, he quickly slapped his forehead and said:
"Oops, I forgot to use the massage technique I just learned on the young master."
When Fat Zhizhou heard this, he slapped his thigh and said in amusement:
"It turns out that Uncle Cao likes this. I share the same ideas. I am already ready...please!"
So everyone mounted their horses, mounted their donkeys, and followed Fat Magistrate to Jeju City.
While walking, Yan Chasan asked:
"Wang Zhizhou, can these 50,000 shi of food help you tide over the difficulties?"
Fat Zhizhou was stunned for a moment and said in shock: "Master Yan, are you saying that you will only give me 50,000 shi of grain from Jeju?"
Yan Chasan nodded and said:
"Although the imperial court allocated 500,000 shi of food, ten states in Shandong were affected by the disaster. All we can give you is 50,000 shi."
When Fat Zhizhou heard this, he immediately became anxious and shook his head like a rattle:
"Master Yan, two envoys, there are 400,000 disaster-stricken people in Jeju."
"Fifty thousand shi of food is only enough for half a month. It will definitely not survive the whole winter..."
Yan Chasan looked at him seriously and said:
"How come it's only enough for half a month? Based on half a catty of food per person per day, these 50,000 shi of food are enough to last for more than a month."
"As long as we hold on until next spring, we will have enough time to buy grain from Jiangnan!"
One stone of grain weighs about 120 kilograms. Yan Chasan was quite good at calculating and calculated the result in the blink of an eye.
Fat Zhizhou said with a sad face:
"Master Yan, you can't calculate like that!"
"Not to mention that victims from other prefectures and counties are still gathering in Jeju. Even if the number of victims does not increase, it will not be enough for one month."
At this time, they had arrived outside Jeju City.
Fat Zhizhou pointed at the victims who were queuing up to receive porridge and said:
"In addition to the truly hungry victims, there are also many wealthy households who have food reserves fishing in troubled waters."
"Other people receive government relief repeatedly."
"With our little strength, we can't stop it at all."
"With so many victims, riots can occur if you are not careful!"
“Fifty thousand shi of food may seem like a lot, but when it actually reaches the victims, it has to be discounted.”
Yan Chasan looked at the endless flood of victims outside Jeju City, and suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Although these disaster victims look sallow and thin due to hunger, they appear to be loyal and honest. Once they break out, it will be a catastrophic disaster.
"this......"
Hearing the concerns of Jeju Governor, he had nothing to say.
But if his calculations are true, even if he is given another hundred thousand shi of food, it may not be enough to feed the victims.
How can we provide relief to other places?
Cao Bin laughed and said:
"What's so difficult about this? When you make porridge from now on, make it as unpalatable as you can, and then add some loess and sand to it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Chasan had already glared at him.
