With one slash of Wolf Guard's big blade, Zhu Zhen's head fell to the ground and rolled into the raging river, leaving behind the cheers of the people on the embankment.
Xu Zongwen looked at the vast ocean with his hands behind his back, his face was frozen, his eyes were like lightning, he was full of cold arrogance, and his body revealed a murderous aura that made people afraid to approach.
For a long time, he did not continue to maintain his airs. People were killed and his authority was established. He could not just kill all the officials in Qiantang, cut them all and throw them into the Qiantang River to feed the fish and shrimps.
Someone has to do something, and it's not too late to kill the donkey after it's done.
"Folks, folks! Don't worry, everyone. I am Xu Xiao, the new governor of Yangzhou."
"Your Majesty is benevolent today. I heard that Qiantang suffered a disaster. Your Majesty was heartbroken. He did not get any water or rice day and night... He specially ordered me to send 50,000 shi of grain. Now the grain boat is parked at the ferry on the south bank of the canal. After a while, the governor came to see me. We will send people to transport the food here and distribute it to everyone."
"Today everyone will have a full meal and then have a good sleep. Tomorrow I will lead people to repair the dam and wait for the water to recede. I will ask the officers and soldiers to help you rebuild your home. I guarantee that everyone will have a new house... …”
When the victims heard that high-ranking officials like the governor had come and killed corrupt officials like Zhu Zhen, they all cheered and praised Xu Zongwen as a savior and a living bodhisattva.
"Good man! Your Majesty is a good official!"
"If your Majesty could have come earlier, my second son would not have starved to death! Woo hoo..."
"Thank you for your life-saving grace!
Xu Zongwen helped up the nearest kneeling victims, raised his hands to one side, and shouted: "Thank you for your kindness and love for the people!"
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly on the lake and the willows were blowing in the spring breeze. Fifty warships carrying disaster relief grains were lined up one after another. At the ferry on the south bank of the Qiantang Canal, victims of the disaster were walking in groups on and off the Huangmu Bridge.
"Don't crowd, don't grab! You have a life, everyone has a share, and there will be no less for everyone."
"Uncle, this is yours, aunt, this is yours, one stone and rice per household, if it's not enough, there will be more!"
One stone is equivalent to ten buckets of rice, which is about 120 kilograms in later generations, which is quite a lot. It is enough for a small family for more than ten days.
After assisting the nearby victims, Xu Zongwen ordered that most of the relief food be immediately loaded onto trucks and sent to the Qiantang Embankment.
The food problem has been temporarily solved, and the remaining problem is housing.
The people were not clothed and had no food to eat. This was the biggest dereliction of duty of local officials!
It’s understandable that you can’t stop the breach in a county with too few manpower, but you have to do what you can first, right?
For example, if you want to set up a temporary tent and build a few porridge tents first, then you have to provide the basic food and clothing, right?
Is it better to just wait for relief from above?
An idea flashed in Xu Zongwen's head, and he shouted: "Go quickly and summon the big and small leather craftsmen and cloth shopkeepers in Qiantang to the Qiantang Yamen Office, go quickly!"
Military tents are made of oilcloth, which is hardened coarse cloth, oiled and air-dried. It is rainproof and windproof, and can protect the victims from wind and rain.
The county magistrate Shen Yin's bright round pupils were twinkling under his splayed eyebrows. He happily responded: "I'll get it done right away!"
"Who are the Qiantang nobles?" Xu Zongwen asked sideways.
Guo Shang kicked Qian Tangling Dingtai, who was slow to react, and urged: "The envoy is calling you!"
"Oh, oh oh oh!" Ding Tai was stunned as he stared at Shen Yin's back, and immediately stepped forward to reply: "The eight great noble families of the Qian and Tang dynasties: Quan, Zhu, Gu, Fan, Du, Dai, Ding, and Chu. The top four Qiantang Quan clan, Qiantang Zhu clan, Qiantang Fan clan, and Qiantang Du clan are the first-class noble clans with the surname Wu. They come from the same lineage as Wu County. They can be regarded as the highest ranking clan in the Jin Dynasty. No. 4, the next four families are from the lower class gentry with the surname Wu..."
"So do you think there are any illegal activities among these eight noble families?" Xu Zongwen's question made Ding Tai confused!
We just killed Zhu Zhen, are we going to uproot him so soon?
"Let's do this! Let me ask you in other words, is there any of these local nobles in Qiantang who has anything to do with the destruction of the Qiantang embankment?"
Xu Zongwen's questions were very sharp. He first regarded the breach of the Qiantang dyke as a major case, and then directly dragged the Qiantang gentry into the water.
Ding Tai was originally the eldest grandson of the Ding family in Qiantang. He was the head of the Ding family in Qiantang at the time of his father Ding Zhao. The Ding family in Qiantang also belonged to the Ding family in Wu County. They were of the same lineage as the Ding family in Wu County. They were both the chief minister of Wu State, Martin. Feng's descendants, although they were far away from the central court in the Jin Dynasty, they still had considerable influence in the local area!
No matter how stupid he is, he won't make trouble for himself, right?
The noble clans all marry each other to strengthen their own power, and they are united in the same spirit. They are both prosperous and disadvantaged. How could they betray themselves?
"Please forgive me! I am really stupid. I really don't know what I mean by your words? Please make it clear." Ding Tai lowered his head slightly, with a respectful look, just like Xu Zongwen's hand The sergeants below were obedient and did not dare to disobey.
When Guo Shang saw Ding Tai starting to play Tai Chi with Xu Zongwen, he interrupted directly without caring about etiquette: "The meaning of my envoy is too clear, that is, this time the Qiantang dyke burst, the river flooded thousands of hectares of farmland on the south bank, destroying So many houses have been destroyed and so many people have been drowned, does this have anything to do with your Qian Tangding family?"
"How is this possible? How could I, who is the magistrate of Qiantang County, do such an unscrupulous thing? I, the Ding family of Qiantang, have passed down poems and books for more than a hundred years, and I have always tried to stabilize the place and promote benevolence and righteousness. If all parties are involved, it is even less likely to be involved in this matter!" Ding Tai was so frightened that he didn't even have time to think, and immediately started to defend himself and Qiantang Dingshi desperately.
Xu Zongwen didn't want to pay attention to Ding Tai's feeble defense. Guo Shang continued to press: "Ding Fujun means that Qian Tang's destruction of embankments and flooded fields has nothing to do with your Ding family, right?"
Ding Tai raised his head and responded with his fat chin: "Yes! The Qiantang embankment was destroyed, the river surged, and the drowning of the mouth absolutely had nothing to do with me, Ding! Please enlighten me!" "
"Then you say you have something to do with other noble clans?"
"Yes," Ding Tai was a moment late. He stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the mouth. Realizing his mistake, he began to deny it strongly: "Xiaguan means that it has nothing to do with the nobles. This flood is... What a natural disaster!”
Xu Zongwen stepped forward and whispered in Ding Tai's ear: "Ding Tai, do you really think that this flood has nothing to do with the nobles? Don't think that I don't know anything when I first arrived. Most of the fertile lands of your nobles are concentrated on the north bank. The south bank of the fort is the mouth of the river, which is full of mud and sand, and even the land cannot be planted. How can such low-grade land be called fertile farmland?"
Hearing the truth told by Xu Zongwen, Ding Tai panicked for once!
He regrets it! He is afraid!
Unexpectedly, paper cannot contain the fire after all!
It's over, it's completely over now...
