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After reaching a certain level in the officialdom, there are more and more things to pay attention to, and there are more and more opponents and enemies around you. As long as you are willing, there will always be endless official affairs to deal with, and there will always be endless party disputes.
Nowadays, Zhao Junchen is like this. Although he is not a hands-on person in everything, Zhao Junchen always has to get involved in the affairs of the DPRK and the Central Government, whether it is under his jurisdiction or not, whether it is under his jurisdiction or not, so that he can know it well. There will be an inexplicable uneasiness, as if something has been overlooked and ignored, and as if some plan is out of control. Only by constantly busy can you have a sense of peace of mind knowing the situation.
Therefore, Zhao Junchen always has little free time.
However, occasionally, Zhao Junchen feels exhausted physically and mentally, a little tired and impatient, and he will relax for a while.
For example, now, after Chu Jiayi left, Zhao Junchen randomly pulled out an idle book from the bookshelf that he had found in the book market a few days ago. While flipping through it, he slightly relaxed his tense mind during this period.
It's a pity, but after flipping through a few pages, there was another knock on the door in the study.
Zhao Junchen seemed to have expected this. After sighing softly, he raised his voice and said, "Come in."
As Zhao Junchen finished speaking, the door opened and a Xichang fan quickly entered the study.
The fan of Xichang knelt down to Zhao Junchen and reported respectfully: "Mr. Factory Governor, there is news from Mr. Wei that after Chu Jiayi left your residence, she found the residence of Bao Wenjie, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites. Not long after he sent the secret letter to the Bao Mansion, Bao Wenjie hurried to the Prince's East Palace. Not long after, the Prince invited Li Chengru, the left inspector of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and Lu Chunxiao, the right inspector of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, to have a secret meeting. But the specific content I don’t know”
Zhao Junchen put the idle book in his hand aside and said softly: "Although you can't find out what they are discussing now, I can guess some. It is nothing more than that after getting Chu Jiayi's secret report, they planned to strike preemptively... So, the person behind Chu Jiayi is indeed our Crown Prince... It seems that after going through so many things, he has grown up a bit after all, not bad, not bad..."
When speaking, Zhao Junchen looked complicated
The prince Zhu Heyu has always been the most upright and stubborn, and now he has done something like planting spies into Zhao Junchen's house. Although it is not yet known why he did this, it is still a kind of evil to the prince Zhu Heyu. progress
For a moment, Zhao Junchen felt a little more relieved in his heart.
Shaking his head slowly and putting aside the complicated thoughts in his heart, Zhao Junchen gently raised his hand and said, "Go and reply to Wei Huai and let him act as planned."
Although the Xichang Fanzi who came to report the news was a close confidant of Wei Huai, his status was so low that he could not understand what Zhao Junchen was talking about.
However, this Xichang fan also knew that many of Zhao Junchen's words at this time were probably just talking to himself.
Therefore, he didn't say much. After hearing Zhao Junchen's instructions, he respectfully agreed and left quickly.
In the study, only Zhao Junchen's long sigh remained.
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The next day, it was just dawn, north of the capital, outside Yongqing County
This place belongs to Shuntian Prefecture, with developed transportation and a lot of people coming and going. It is getting brighter now. Although it is just outside the county town, it is already beginning to be lively. There are even a few diligent stalls that have set up stalls here early. Selling breakfast everywhere
And a group of refugees in ragged clothes, about thirty to fifty people in number, with expressions of numbness, exhaustion, or desolation, were supporting each other and walking forward along the road. From time to time, there were children crying in the team. The sound sounded, but it attracted the attention of passers-by.
Most of this group of refugees came from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions. Because Emperor Deqing planned to tour the south, local officials took the opportunity to make preparations and levied excessive taxes everywhere. After the taxes were added, the land they relied on for survival was forcibly expropriated. After their hard work, Their hard-earned belongings were robbed, and their helpless resistance was suppressed by the local government.
Therefore, now they have nothing, but precisely because they have nothing, they no longer have any fear. They plan to go to the capital to file a complaint, hoping to attract the attention of the emperor and give them justice.
They also know that in the officialdom, officials protect each other. It can be said that they are losing hope by doing this, but this is the only hope in their hearts.
It's a pity that their line of work is destined not to go so smoothly under the arrangements of thoughtful people.
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But they said that these refugees came from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. They had no money to stay in a hotel, no money to buy food, and no money to hire a carriage. They slept and ate in the open all the way, and walked to Zhili on their own two legs. How did they persevere? Maybe even They themselves can't tell clearly
On this day, seeing that they were not far from the capital, they even skipped breakfast and set off before dawn. They finally made it to the outside of Yongqing County.
However, it has actually reached its limit
Among the refugees, a little boy about nineteen years old was staggering forward while holding his grandfather's hand. Suddenly he saw a stall not far away selling breakfast tea, and the smell of steamed buns came. This caused the boy's stomach to rumble, and he couldn't help but shake his grandfather's hand and said softly: "Grandpa, I'm hungry..."
The boy's grandfather is an old man in his fifties, with a wrinkled face full of dust and vicissitudes. After hearing his grandson's soft call, he lowered his head and looked up, only to see his grandson looking pitiful. Looking at himself, his face was thin and yellow, and there were some tears in his eyes. It seemed that he had secretly cried just now when he didn't notice.
The old man hesitated, untied the package on his back, searched for a long time with trembling hands, took out half a piece of dry bun, hesitated again, broke half a piece of dry bun in half, and then Pass one piece to your grandson
"Cheng'er, let's eat a piece of dry steamed bun to settle your stomach first. We will arrive in Yongqing County in a moment. It's a big county there. Maybe there will be a 'Yerongfang' who will open a porridge shed. Grandpa will get you hot porridge then. "
When Zhao Junchen learned that refugees were coming to Beijing to complain one after another, he ordered the "Yue Rong Fang" branches in various places to set up porridge shacks to provide relief if there were refugees.
Unfortunately, "Yue Rong Fang" was founded not long ago and is now only distributed in some big cities and counties, so these refugees can only meet them occasionally.
However, when Cheng'er saw the small half piece of dry steamed bun handed over by his grandfather, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly pushed his grandfather's hand away, then shook his head and said: "Grandpa, Cheng'er is suddenly not hungry anymore, keep it for us later." Eat more”
However, Cheng'er knew that this half piece of dried steamed bun was secretly hidden by his grandfather who had not eaten it a few days ago, but he couldn't bear to eat it.
Seeing Cheng'er being so sensible, a trace of guilt flashed in the old man's eyes. After a moment of silence, he received the dried buns into the package and said, "Okay, let's eat them later. If Cheng'er is hungry, don't hold on. This piece of dried buns You can eat steamed buns whenever you want.”
Cheng'er nodded and never looked at the stall again. He just followed his grandfather silently and continued walking forward.
However, there are only a few sensible children like Cheng'er.
Several other children in the refugee team started crying one after another after smelling the aroma of steamed buns coming from the stall.
Seeing this situation, it attracted the attention of the surrounding pedestrians. When they saw the miserable situation of the refugees, they could not help but shake their heads and sigh.
At this time, two people were eating breakfast together on the stall. On the table were white rice porridge and white flour buns with pickles. For ordinary people, it was an extremely rich breakfast, but the two But he looked dissatisfied and just took a few bites.
While eating, the two of them kept looking around, as if waiting for something.
When they saw the refugees appearing, their eyes lit up, and then they looked at each other and smiled.
These two people are Xichang fans. They were sent here by Wei Huai just to wait for these refugees to appear.
The commotion among the refugees in front of them became louder and louder. One of them suddenly sighed loudly, attracting the attention of the people around him, and then said loudly in a pitiful tone: "These refugees look really pitiful, but they don't know." Why are you here? Let them continue like this. Maybe a few of them will starve to death. Shopkeeper, give each of these refugees two white flour steamed buns, plus a bowl of hot soup, and pay the bill from me."
As the man finished speaking, the surrounding diners all praised him, but they never expected to meet rich and kind-hearted people at such a small stall.
After hearing this call, the shopkeeper of the stall was also overjoyed. There were a lot of refugees. Even if each person had a bowl of hot soup and two white-flour steamed buns, it was still a big deal. He agreed repeatedly and walked out of the stall quickly. He shouted to the refugees: "Folks, stop crying. A kind person has bought breakfast for you. Come and get it from me!"
Hearing the shopkeeper's words, the refugees looked towards the stall in disbelief, only to see that the shopkeeper was already opening the basket and preparing to take out the steamed buns. They were all overjoyed and rushed towards the stall, scrambling to be the first.
Seeing so many refugees coming, although the shopkeeper had expected it, he still couldn't help but rush. While distributing steamed buns to the refugees, he shouted loudly: "Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone has it! Two per person, no more." Get it! There will be hot soup later!"
Finally, each of the refugees got steamed buns and hot soup. Because they were dirty, they did not dare to eat in the stalls. Most of them just squatted outside the stalls, holding the food and gobbling it down.
However, Cheng'er's grandfather was more polite. After receiving the food, he gave it to his grandson, but did not eat it himself. Instead, he asked the shopkeeper: "This shopkeeper, I wonder which kind person bought it for us?" For food? The old man wants to express his gratitude in person."
Before the shopkeeper could answer, Cheng'er's grandfather heard someone say: "Hey, I'm not a kind person, I just don't want to see others suffer."
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The infusion lasted all afternoon, it was so uncomfortable! (To be continued…
