"Let's go."
Xu Yi looked away from the gate of Jingzhao Mansion and said softly.
Then he drove his horse forward slowly.
"Master Six, where are we going?" Zhao Shou drove his horse to follow Xu Yi closely.
Seeing that the direction Xu Yi was walking in was not the direction where Zongzheng Temple was, he asked.
"Out of town."
Xu Yi replied calmly.
The two of them originally planned to leave the city yesterday.
As a result, the Wang family incident happened.
And now, the second step of taking office in Jingzhao Mansion has been firmly taken.
It’s time to prepare for the third step.
The two men and two horses drove slowly through the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.
When there are people, the speed of the two will be slower.
When no one is around, the two of them go faster.
Just like this, fast and slow, slow and fast.
The master and servant finally arrived at the gate of Xuanpingmen at about 4 o'clock (a little more than nine o'clock in the morning in later generations).
It's a pity that the waiter from yesterday's shop was not seen.
There are three doorways in Xuanping Gate, each two feet wide and able to accommodate four carriage tracks.
This shows how grand Xuanpingmen is.
It's a pity that Xuanpingmen is particularly deserted today.
All three doorways are closed.
There were even countless soldiers standing on the city wall of Xuanpingmen.
Those soldiers all held sharp blades in their hands, and carried a pot full of arrows on their backs.
These soldiers did not move around at will.
All the figures were facing straight out of the city gate.
It seems that they are always on guard against disaster victims outside the city entering the city.
Just when Xu Yi walked into the city gate.
A black-faced man in iron armor hurriedly trotted down from the city wall.
When he ran two steps in front of Xu Yi, the black-faced man in iron armor suddenly stood up straight.
"The final general, Rong Pingchuan, the guard of Xuanping Gate, pays homage to the Sixth Prince."
Rong Pingchuan saluted respectfully with his hands folded.
In today's Chang'an City, the only adult prince who remains in Chang'an City and has not yet become a vassal is the sixth prince Xu Yi.
Wearing a black python robe and a young face, who else could this be but the Sixth Prince Xu Yi?
As the guard of Xuanping Gate in Chang'an City, Rong Pingchuan still has this kind of insight.
"General Rong, there is no need to be polite. I am here to check on the disaster relief situation."
Xu Yi waved his hand slightly, with a hint of reminder in his words.
At this moment, he came here as Jing Zhaoyin and the commander-in-chief of disaster relief, not as the sixth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"yes!"
"Master Jing Zhaoyin, please."
Rong Mingchuan paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement and invited Xu Yi to walk up the city wall.
As he spoke, he changed his title from the Sixth Prince to Lord Jing Zhaoyin very naturally.
Xu Yi nodded slightly and signaled Rong Pingchuan to lead the way.
It doesn't take a while.
Xu Yi stood on the tall city wall.
Looking down from the city wall.
Five feet outside the Chang'an City wall is the famous moat.
Unfortunately, the moat at this time was affected by drought and had turned into a huge trench about nine feet wide and three feet deep.
Outside the ditch.
It is a series of simple porridge sheds.
Xu Yi looked forward across the densely packed porridge sheds.
I saw that in front of the porridge shed, there were densely packed human figures.
Those humanoid figures were all motionless, making it impossible to tell whether they were dead or alive.
Xu Yi raised his head and glanced at the sky.
It was already past half hour (equivalent to ten o'clock in the morning in later generations.)
Ordinary people in this era basically only eat two meals a day.
The first meal was at Sishi, which is nine o'clock in the morning in future generations.
The second meal took place halfway through the Shen time, which would be four o'clock in the afternoon in later generations.
There were more than 100,000 victims outside Chang'an City alone.
How could the relief work for more than 100,000 victims end in half an hour?
"General Rong, is today's disaster relief work over, or has it not started yet?"
Xu Yi frowned slightly, looked at Rong Pingchuan beside him and asked.
"Back...back..."
Rong Pingchuan hesitated for a moment, and finally answered: "Sir, today's disaster relief has ended."
Hearing this, Xu Yi couldn't help but frown a little tighter.
"It's over already? It's only been an hour since it started."
"The disaster relief for more than 100,000 people was completed in one hour."
"Which trading house can accomplish this feat? So fast?"
Xu Yi's words became more and more serious, and finally he was vaguely angry.
Disaster relief sounds simple, but in reality it is complicated.
Behind the simple word disaster relief is not only the organization and execution of officials.
It also has the collection, organization and distribution of materials, etc.
Ring after ring, interlocking with each other, like a huge and precise machine.
In the entire disaster relief process, if one link is missing, it will be a bad thing.
It is precisely because of the complexity of disaster relief and the variability of human nature.
When a problem occurs in one of the upper-level links, it will affect the lower-level links like a domino effect.
Eventually, the entire disaster relief will turn from rescuing the victims to a carnival that uses the victims as capital to make a huge fortune out of the country.
As Xu Yi sees now.
Soup soup was provided by one business house after another.
Sometimes, the owners of those trading houses and the people behind them.
In order to snatch a certain city wall section and a certain time period of disaster relief indicators.
They really do everything they can to provide disaster relief, and they can even knock the brains out of their competitors.
In the eyes of most businessmen, this disaster relief is naturally a business.
Doing business and making profits will naturally form an extremely huge industrial chain.
Once this industrial chain is formed, it will not be easy to eradicate it.
"Back to..."
"Back to Mr. Zhaoyin, the porridge at Xuancheng Gate for the past ten days has been provided by Pingyi Bo's family's business."
"Today... today is the first time Pingyi uncle's family has given out porridge."
Rong Pingchuan couldn't hear the anger in Xu Yi's words.
Because of this, Rong Pingchuan only hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully.
"Uncle Pingyi?" Xu Yi murmured in his heart.
The Zhou Dynasty had been established for more than 200 years, and naturally there were many princes, generals and ministers.
The beauty of a gentleman will be cut down in five lifetimes.
As time goes by slowly, as princes and generals go down, new princes and generals naturally come up.
Especially after Emperor Zhengde ascended the throne, there were not a few people who were awarded titles for their military exploits.
Xu Yi quickly searched for information about this Pingyi Bo in his mind.
After a while.
A fat face appeared in Xu Yi's mind.
The owner of that face is only eight or nine years old at most, but although he is small, he has a pair of extremely determined eyes.
When the child's face appeared in his mind, Xu Yi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Xu Yi turned to look at Rong Pingchuan, who was standing respectfully.
He asked without any emotion: "Pingyi Bo Yang Xian'an?"
Rong Pingchuan cupped his hands, nodded and replied: "Master Zhaoyin who is returning to Beijing is none other than Pingyi Bo Yang Xian'an."
