The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the earth.
It is as if Chang'an City is covered with an extremely gorgeous gauze.
Most of the talented and beautiful people in the city drank wine and used the power of wine to express their many beautiful words in their hearts.
Outside the city, the victims, who were always on the verge of death, were not sentimental at all.
They prefer cloudy and rainy days to bright sunshine and clouds.
Even if it's just a drizzle.
pity.
God does not fulfill people's wishes.
After the heavy snowfall on the eve of the winter solstice, the sun has been shining brightly for several days.
The land that was originally moistened by snow and water has shown signs of drying up again.
Inside and outside Chang'an.
A three-horse carriage, escorted by two hundred elite cavalry, slowly passed through the last gathering place for victims.
Gu Dengyun, the 100-year-old guarding the city at Xuanping Gate, sat on his horse and allowed his horse to move forward slowly.
And he himself raised his eyes to look at the official road not far away.
As everyone passed the last gathering place for victims, the road ahead instantly became clear and unobstructed.
Gu Dengyun took out a map from his pocket and slowly compared the surrounding scenery.
This place is located around Chang'anli. If you walk ten miles further, you can reach the second post station outside Chang'an City.
If we go at the current speed, it may be impossible to arrive before dark.
Gu Dengyun put away the map and drove his horse slowly towards the carriage.
He cupped his fists and saluted, "Master Jiujiu."
The car curtain was slowly opened from the inside.
Revealing a face full of fatigue, it was Yao Silian who had left Chang'an City at about nine o'clock.
Yao Silian said tiredly: "What's going on with Gu Baihu?"
Gu Dengyun clasped his fists again and said, "Master Jisa, we have left the last gathering place for victims. It is getting late now, can you hurry up?"
If there were only two hundred cavalry, Gu Dengyun wouldn't have to go through such trouble.
With a direct order, two hundred cavalrymen would gallop on their horses in an instant, and it wouldn't take long to reach the second station.
However, the duty of everyone on this trip is to protect Yao Silian's smooth return, so how could they ignore Yao Silian, a weak scholar.
Yao Silian stuck his head out and took a deep look at the gathering place of victims behind him.
Along the way, if there were not too many victims, the journey would only take several hours.
Fortunately, what I have seen along the way is that although it is not perfect, it is much better than when the previous three Jing Zhaoyins were in office.
At least the number of people dying of starvation, illness, and freezing has increased from three to four thousand people per day to one or two thousand people per day now.
As for extreme situations such as exchanging children and eating them, they are even rarer along the way.
It is conceivable that if Xu Yi can be given enough time, the victims outside Chang'an City will definitely be able to see the day when the clouds clear and the moon shines.
"Huh~!"
Yao Silian looked away and exhaled heavily.
Then he nodded and said: "This action involves hundreds of thousands of Guanzhong disaster victims. There is no need for hundreds of households to take care of me. They should move forward at full speed."
Chang'an City is at least two hundred miles away from Taibai Mountain.
If we walked slowly and slowly like this, this trip would take at least ten days.
By then, how many victims will die innocently.
If we can compress the time to the extreme, we can quickly go back and invite Na Lu Zaizhong out of the mountain.
This relieved Xu Yi's worries and allowed him to relax without any distractions. @
By then, how many victims will be able to save their lives.
Compared with the great cause of disaster relief, the fatigue of traveling and traveling is nothing.
A flash of admiration flashed in Gu Dengyun's eyes, and he solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Yes! I obey Lord Jijiu's order!"
The words are over.
Gu Dengyun clamped his horse's belly tightly, and walked forward quickly while shouting loudly: "March at full speed! Arrive at the station ahead before dark!"
The two hundred cavalrymen couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this, and all of them looked happy.
God knows how frustrated everyone was before.
It was obviously one of the best horses in the army, but it couldn't move as fast as a mule.
.
In addition, since the drought broke out, my extremely depressed heart needs to be released to a certain extent every day.
Therefore.
Gu Dengyun finished speaking.
The two hundred cavalrymen could not help but wave their whips.
In an instant.
After a burst of war horses neighing, there were bursts of rapid hoofbeats.
When everyone galloped on their horses, billowing yellow smoke instantly appeared on the old official road.
Gu Dengyun looked at the soldiers who were galloping and venting loudly, and couldn't help laughing. .
Since the drought broke out, when had they galloped so freely?
For a moment, Gu Dengyun felt extremely itchy, and unknowingly, veins appeared on the hand holding the riding whip.
pity.
Before he could whip his horse, the hearty smile on his face stopped abruptly.
A three-carriage flew past him like lightning!
The soldiers driving the car were shouting to the sky, wishing they could go faster!
"There is a Master Jijiu in the car!" Gu Dengyun's face darkened and he shouted.
Unexpectedly, the official road at this time was filled with the sound of rumbling horse hooves.
Seeing the carriage driving farther and farther, Gu Dengyun's face turned dark.
He suddenly waved the riding whip in his hand and hit the horse under him hard.
"Drive!" Gu Dengyun shouted.
The war horse in pain was like an arrow from the string, running forward quickly!
He meant full speed ahead.
Yao Silian did indeed say that there was no need to take him into consideration.
But this does not mean that the soldiers can run wildly without reservation!
Gu Dengyun didn't have time to think about it.
He galloped in pursuit all the way, but fortunately, his horse was the best in the army.
In a short time, more than two hundred people completely stopped on the roadside.
Gu Dengyun quickly dismounted and ran towards the carriage.
Not yet arrived.
Yao Silian staggered out of the carriage.
Before Gu Dengyun could open his mouth to apologize, Yao Silian suddenly spat it out. @*~~
Gu Dengyun's face turned red after Yao Silian vomited.
He hurriedly came forward with the driver and soldiers, clasped his fists deeply and bowed to apologize.
Yao Silian calmed down for a long time, then waved his hands slightly and said: "Gu Baihu doesn't need to do this. I asked you to come in at full speed."
"After all, I overestimated myself, and I can't blame you for this."
Seeing that Yao Silian was not really angry, Gu Dengyun couldn't help but feel slightly relaxed.
After a few more apologies, the carriage moved forward slowly again.
However, this time the speed was neither too fast nor too slow, keeping within a just right limit.
Not only can he arrive at the inn before dark, but Yao Silian will not be too bumpy.
...
over time.
Yao Silian and others finally arrived at the second inn before dark.
Outside the inn.
The postmaster, who heard the sound of horse hoofbeats, took the postmaster and a group of postmen to wait outside early.
When they saw the incoming man, there were two hundred cavalry guarding him. In an instant, everyone from the postmaster down to the front was dressed in straight clothes.
As soon as Yao Silian stepped out of the carriage.
Under the leadership of the postmaster, everyone bowed their hands and saluted, saying hello respectfully.
No matter he is the postmaster, postmaster, or the most ordinary postman, there is no disrespect in his words and deeds.
Nothing else.
After all, this place is the official road of Chang'an City.
Before the drought completely got out of control, this place had to receive countless officials from other places who went to Beijing and envoys from other countries to pay tribute every day.
Yao Silian calmed down and looked at the postmaster here.
He is over a hundred years old, and his hair is slightly gray, but his whole person is extremely energetic.
Wearing a navy blue robe, although not gorgeous, it is extremely neat.
Every word and deed is full of neither humbleness nor arrogance, showing the style of a great country.
Just as Yao Silian was looking at everyone and the station.
The postmaster here saluted again and said: "May I ask if this gentleman has any documents and talismans."
With the change of dynasties, the underlying institution of the post station has become more and more complete.
good.
Whether you are staying at an inn or asking for people, horses, or supplies from an inn, you need to present documents and talismans.
You can use the post only after it has been verified and retained.
In order to protect the post stations, the Zhou Dynasty even specially revised the post order.
Yao Silian came to his senses and calmly took out the documents and talismans from his pocket.
The postmaster took the document and the talisman with both hands, and then handed the talisman to the postmaster beside him, who was responsible for verification and retention.
And he himself looked at the documents carefully.
It doesn't take a while.
The postmaster respectfully handed over the documents and talismans to Yao Silian with both hands.
With a straight face, he bowed and said: "Master Jijiu, this is my duty. If I have been disrespectful, I humbly apologize to you."
Yao Silian stretched out his hand to take the documents and talismans, and chuckled: "Why did the postmaster say this? It is the post's responsibility to check the documents and talismans."
Hearing this, the postmaster couldn't help but relax.
Then everyone was respectfully invited into the inn.
The originally dark inn gradually became brighter with the arrival of everyone.
Yao Silian looked at the postmaster next to him with slight surprise.
You know, the sky had already darkened before everyone arrived.
But the candlelight gradually turned on after everyone arrived.
The postmaster's face turned dark red, and he told the truth in a low voice: "Master Jijiu doesn't know something. With the outbreak of the severe drought in Guanzhong, the postmaster has not received a grain of salary for three months."
"Even this candle is running low. If no one came here on weekdays, I would have fallen asleep by now."
Falling asleep at dusk? What's the picture?
Naturally, it is to save some candles for critical moments.
Yao Silian sighed heavily and then walked forward slowly. As he walked, he whispered: "When we leave Chang'an City this time, we have prepared enough dry food for the journey. The postmaster will order someone to deliver some water later."
When the postmaster heard this, he couldn't help but lower his head deeply. The sky was already dark, so no one could see his face clearly.
Yao Silian only heard a faint sound of agreement.
Holding a candle, he slowly walked into the room prepared by the postmaster. @*~~
Yao Silian sat blankly on the bed, staring blankly at the weak candlelight next to the bed.
After a while.
Yao Silian sighed deeply and then put out the candle.
The disaster situation around Chang'an City has been initially alleviated, but God knows when the Guanzhong area will resume its previous trade.
If you can save some at this time, save some for others.
It doesn't take a while.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
"The door is unlocked." Yao Silian's voice came from the dark room.
Accompanied by a soft "creak" sound.
The room slowly lit up with weak candlelight again.
The province should save, but the premise is not to hurt others by saving.
as expected.
As the candlelight lit up, a smile gradually appeared on the face of the postmaster who pushed in the door.
"Master Jijiu, this is the water you asked for." The postmaster slowly placed the copper pot in his hand on the wooden table.
"Yes." Yao Silian nodded slightly, then stood up and walked towards the wooden table.
Until then, the postmaster still had no intention of turning around and leaving.
Yao Silian couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything else the postmaster has to do?"
The postmaster sighed heavily.
Then he said with a look of embarrassment: "I have something that I would like to ask Master Jijiu to help me with. Is it convenient?"
Yao Silian slowly took his seat and said calmly: "But it's about disaster relief?"
Apart from that, he couldn't think of anything else the postmaster could ask for advice from, so he couldn't ask for advice here.
The postmaster nodded solemnly and replied: "The purpose of returning to the Lord Jiu is about disaster relief."
Yao Silian was silent for a few moments, then pointed to the bench opposite and said calmly: "Sit down."
As soon as these words came out, the postmaster was instantly overjoyed. He quickly raised his hands and saluted, "Thank you, Lord Jijiu."
Yao Silian nodded slightly without comment.
After he took his seat, he said, "I want to ask you anything.
Just ask. "
The postmaster nodded heavily when he heard this, and then quickly said: "This severe drought has never happened in a hundred years. I dare to ask Master Jisa whether this drought can be completely stopped."
Yao Silian was not surprised at all when he heard this. To say what the people in Guanzhong are most concerned about today, it is undoubtedly the drought.
For some reason, it only took a few breaths for the postmaster to finish speaking.
A young figure wearing a white jade crown and a dark jade python robe appeared in Yao Silian's mind.
After calming down, Yao Silian solemnly said: "Stop!"
"Seriously?!" The postmaster exclaimed, overjoyed.
Then he said repeatedly: "Master Jijiu said he can stop it, he will definitely stop it!"
No matter what era, people always have respect for a gentleman who is truly famous all over the world.
And this respect can also be understood as trust.
Trust without reason.
The postmaster composed himself, and then asked quickly: "May I ask Master Jisa, when will this drought stop?"
Yao Silian raised his head and glanced at the expectant postmaster, then slowly said: "It's almost, soon, give Jing Zhaoyin some more time, and it won't be long before he returns a clear sky to the people of Guanzhong."
"Lord Jing Zhaoyin?" The postmaster lowered his head and muttered twice, then raised his head to look at Yao Silian.
Calmly asked: "Is Jing Zhaoyin, the Sixth Prince, what Master Jijiu said?"
In the final analysis, Xu Yi's time as Jing Zhaoyin was still too short.
Although the transfer order and Xu Yi's various orders have been transmitted to various government offices through the inn.
But its influence so far is only around Chang'an City.
The road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time. One bite cannot make you a fat man.
For Xu Yi, the top priority is to properly deal with the victims around Chang'an City.
Only after the roads are opened can we take care of the victims in other cities.
During this period, of course many people will die.
But this is already the best option.
If it is impossible to ensure the smooth flow of roads, if it is impossible to eliminate a group of rats and borers from the root.
No matter how much food Chang'an City had, it would not be able to fill the huge hole in the Guanzhong disaster!
If the road is impassable, the food transport team will have difficulty moving, and the losses every day will be astronomical!
If we encounter people who are really desperate again on the road, they will inevitably lose a huge amount of food.
Even if half of the grain was shipped to other cities for disaster relief in the end, as long as the rats and borers were still there, it would be a great joy if one hundred thousand stones of grain could be used for disaster relief.
Therefore, Xu Yi could only give orders in advance and ask local government offices to do their best to provide disaster relief on their own.
And he himself, under great pressure, eradicated all future troubles step by step.
Yao Silian composed himself, then nodded heavily and said: "It is the Sixth Prince Xu Yi."
After getting confirmation from Yao Silian.
The postmaster couldn't help but think of the rumors he had heard in the past few days.
The original doubts gradually became firmer with Yao Silian's confirmation.
At least Yao Silian, who was full of peach blossoms all over the world and was a fourth-grade Imperial College minister, would not lie to him as a little postmaster.
The postmaster did not stay long. After getting the answer he wanted, he quickly left in unison. @·No mistake first release~~
After a short while, bursts of low cheers came from the inn.
Yao Silian looked at the weak candlelight and couldn't help but smile.
What people fear most is not seeing hope. Obviously, the postmaster did not come here for himself.
He also came here for the many postmen and postmen in the post station.
Xu Yi gave hope to Yao Silian, and now Yao Silian has given hope to the postmaster.
And the postmaster passed his hope to the postmen and postmen.
Isn't this another kind of passing on from generation to generation?
Yao Silian's eyes were slightly red and he smiled silently.
The cold and hard dry food in my hand seemed to taste extraordinarily sweet when I ate it in my mouth.
After a while.
Yao Silian extinguished the extremely precious one.
Candles, put on clothes and fall asleep with a smile on your face. @*~~
Come to think of it, I will have a good dream tonight.
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There is another update in the evening. .
