Time always passes quietly when you least expect it.
In the blink of an eye, it’s already half past noon (equivalent to 12 o’clock noon in later generations.)
The forty or fifty long queues in front of the Jingzhao Mansion show no sign of decreasing.
On the contrary, as the news spreads faster, there are more and more people.
Upon closer inspection, the shortest team already spanned more than a dozen streets.
The front of the first stone tablet was already engraved with names.
Most of the ten large stone tablets Zhao Shou temporarily purchased have been consumed by this time.
Those ten stone tablets were the last inventory of that stone shop.
In desperation, Zhao Shou had no choice but to take more than ten people and dispersed in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, just to find some huge stone tablets!
The warehouses in Jingzhao Mansion are already filled with food.
In addition to major crops such as cereals and grains, there are countless poultry.
For a time, the courtyard of Jingzhao Mansion was filled with chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry flying around.
Xu Yi looked at the long queue outside Jingzhao Mansion, then turned to look at the mountains of food piled on the platform.
and poultry flying everywhere under the platform.
He couldn't help but let out a heavy breath in his heart.
Like the leader of Asking Hearts, the middle-aged man who came out first was also asking questions, which can also be understood as 'entrustment'.
Xu Yi never ignores the power of the people. Although a drop of water is weak, it can still form a river and a sea.
One common people is weak, ten common people are weak, thousands, ten thousand or hundreds of thousands of common people are still weak?
After a while.
A government official ran out of the government office sweating profusely.
When he came to Xu Yi's side, he stopped and clasped his fists and said, "Sir, the warehouse and the platform are all full, and they can't be piled any more."
Xu Yi looked at the yamen again, and then ordered: "Go and invite Uncle Pingyi, and ask Uncle Pingyi to bring more people!"
"Follow the order!" Upon hearing this, the Yamen servant quickly ran towards the house, and in a short time, he rode a fast horse and quickly disappeared from Xu Yi's eyes.
Half an hour later.
There is only one passage left in the third and sixth rooms of Jingzhao Mansion and the open space in front of the door, and the rest are filled with food.
More than half of those poultry have been slaughtered by the chefs in Jingzhao Mansion.
The poultry carcasses had piled up into a hill.
Even so, half of the birds were still jumping up and down.
If you look closely, you can see that all the cooks' clothes are soaked and their arms are raised slowly.
The long queue in front of the door is still as far as the eye can see.
It was as if all the people in Chang'an City had crowded over.
The most prosperous and lively Lantern Festival in the past was not as lively as the one in front of Jingzhao Mansion.
It doesn't take a while.
Yang Xian'an led dozens of carriages and passed through the crowd with great difficulty after many twists and turns.
In front of Jingzhao Mansion.
Yang Xian'an opened his eyes instantly when he looked at the food that had been piled up on the Yi people.
"Sixth Master?" Yang Xian'an said with disbelief: "These are disaster relief grains donated by the people?"
On the way here, Yang Xian'an had already heard about the major events that happened in front of Jingzhao Mansion.
When he squeezed in after all the hard work, Yang Xian'an was already mentally prepared.
But now, Yang Xian'an was deeply shocked by the mountains of food.
Nothing else.
There are simply too many.
If these grains are not shipped out, the entire Jingzhao Mansion may be filled in less than two quarters of an hour.
Xu Yi smiled and said: "The relief food is available."
Yang Xian'an nodded wildly when he heard this and said: "This food alone is enough to feed the refugees outside Xuanping Gate for more than ten days."
"Ten days is not enough." Xu Yi said with a smile: "Don't forget that Chang'an City does not only have one gate, Xuanping Gate."
Yang Xian settled down for a moment, looked around and saw many people with mixed eyes, and finally sighed helplessly.
Xu Yi knew what Yang Xianan was sighing about.
The Laowu family tried their best to win the disaster relief mission of a city gate for only ten days.
Today, the other three city gates are still controlled by the Aristocratic Family Trading Firm.
Yang Xianan and other Lao Wu family members could not be greedy for Xu Yi.
What about the other three city gates? This is the fastest way to make money.
When the food comes into their hands, at least half of it will be lost.
Xu Yi slowly calmed down the smile on his face and said comfortingly: "Don't pay attention to that, just do what you, the fifth family, should do, and I will take care of the rest."
Yang Xian'an raised his head and looked at Xu Yi, who had no expression on his face, but his eyes were always showing cruelty, and then thought of all Xu Yi's actions today.
Yang Xian'an nodded seriously and said, "Xian'an, please remember the teachings of Master Liu."
Xu Yi sighed slightly in his heart, knowing in his heart that after the drinking last night, the two of them could only have a superior-subordinate relationship.
Xu Yi waved his hand and called the housekeeper who had just gotten a breather and was squatting on the ground rubbing his wrists with a face full of pain.
"Sir." The housekeeper ran over quickly, ignoring the pain in his wrist.
Xu Yi nodded and ordered: "Deploy some people from the household to accompany Pingyi Bo's fleet to transport the grain to the city gate granary."
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper nodded solemnly and quickly went to mobilize manpower.
Xu Yi once again called the leader of the strong class and gave an explanation.
The entire Jingzhao Mansion was instantly busier than before.
After the household room transferred more than 20 officials.
There is a shortage of manpower at the front, but all those who can read and digit should go into battle now!
Even the prefect Kai Yuan had to sit behind a table at this time, cooperating with the fast team policeman beside him, one person counting and the other recording.
When there is too much accumulation around the two.
There will be strong house servants and strong men, who will transport food and other items to the open space next to them according to the account books.
When the goods arrive at the open space, warehouse officials will check them one by one against the ledger.
There are three processes, each of which requires manpower.
At this time, it can be said that all members of the Jingzhao Mansion have taken office.
Just when the officials of Jingzhao Mansion were almost completely wiped out and all fell down from exhaustion.
Hundreds of students wearing Confucian shirts walked slowly from a distance.
Maybe it's the bonus of the Confucian shirt.
The speed of this group of people walking over was much higher than that of Yang Xian'an before.
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior. This thought has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of every common people.
It doesn't take a while.
Hundreds of scholars walked toward Xu Yi, led by a middle-aged man wearing a master's shirt.
Seeing hundreds of scholars approaching, Xu Yi slowly stood up from his desk.
When the distance between the two sides is only one and a half steps.
The middle-aged master took the lead in bowing his hands and saluting: "The old Imperial College Master Yao Silian has met Mr. Jing Zhaoyin."
Xu Yi straightened his clothes and returned the courtesy: "Yi, I have met Mr. Yao."
Imperial College Jijiu, from the fourth-grade official, the actual person in charge of the highest academic institution in the Zhou Dynasty (the nominal person in charge of Dajijiu is usually held by the emperor.)
The grade is not high, but he can reach the heaven directly. No one dares to underestimate this person who is from the Fourth Grade Imperial Academy.
And this position cannot be held unless one has good conduct, cannot hold it unless an official is honest, and cannot hold it unless one is a famous Confucian scholar.
Yao Silian's ability to serve as the Imperial College's sacrificial wine is enough to show his character.
