hour to noon.
The sun is rising higher and higher.
The warmth that followed also increased in a straight line.
Of course.
The ancestral residence of the Zhu family, in Qingfeng Courtyard.
As Zhu Wanning's words fell to the ground.
San Wenqian, who was under the warm sun, not only did not feel the slightest warmth.
Instead, the whole body became colder and colder.
I do not know how long it has been.
Sanskrit Wenqian shuddered involuntarily.
Then he spoke with difficulty, feeling cold all over his body: "If...so...saying it this way, wouldn't the world...the world...the world be in chaos?"
Zhu Wanning shook her head noncommittally, and then slowly replied: "I don't know either."
San Wenqian's face paused slightly when she heard this.
Then his eyes showed gratitude, he nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
The words are over.
Fan Wenqian stood up slowly, bowed deeply to Zhu Wanning with an extremely solemn expression.
"What I said today will be conveyed to my father truthfully."
"I think my father will make a decision as soon as possible after learning about it."
After Sanskrit Wenqian bowed and saluted, she slowly spoke.
Seeing this, Zhu Wanning stood up quickly and walked quickly to San Wenqian's side.
He helped him up without saying a word.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk too much, it's actually that there are some things that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
Sanskrit Wenqian, who had something serious on her mind, slowly stood up and pretended not to linger too much.
After San Wenqian and her personal maid are sent out of Qingfeng Courtyard in person.
Zhu Wanjing stood quietly in front of the Qingfeng Courtyard.
Looking towards the east of Juyang City with a smile on his face.
...
...
At Mao hour the next day.
When the sky is bright and clear.
Curl smoke suddenly rose slowly into the sky from the side of the official road more than fifty miles away in Shanggu County.
A green dragon surrounds the Yanziwang flag and stands vertically in the center of the densely packed tents next to the official road.
The cold wind of November whizzed past the official road, and the Yanziwang flag, which symbolized the lofty status, kept making a clanking sound.
Song Yuanfu, who had a haggard look on his face, slowly opened his eyes from the large tent next to the Yan Ziwang Flag with great difficulty.
"There are still fifty-three miles to reach Shanggu County."
"It will be fine as soon as we arrive in Shanggu County. It will be fine."
Song Yuanfu slowly stretched out his hands and rubbed his tired cheeks vigorously.
God knows how much energy he put into this batch of food and grass.
Especially when many places across the country are hit by disasters.
The hardships involved are really hard to explain to outsiders.
Without the Yan Zi Wang Banner, I am afraid that it would have been eaten up by various forces along the way, and not even the dregs would be left.
Good thing.
As it gets closer to Yandi.
All the hardships of the past will eventually become a thing of the past.
Song Yuanfu calmed down and then slowly climbed up from the bed.
As soon as Fang put on the slightly heavy cotton coat, a voice came from outside the tent.
"Dong Song's family, breakfast is ready."
A middle-aged man wearing a waiter's clothes stood outside the tent, his back slightly bent and shouted.
"okay, I get it."
"Brother Yang, please invite the brothers to eat first. I will come later."
Song Yuanfu bent down and straightened the bed and answered.
The Brother Yang he mentioned was the middle-aged servant with a slightly bent back outside the tent.
The middle-aged servant's name was Yang Yu, an old servant of his uncle's family in Pingyi.
If not, how could Song Yuanfu respect him so much and call him elder brother all the time.
Fortunately.
Yang Yu had never gotten into trouble because of this.
From the moment he arrived at "Song's Trading Company", he has always worked hard.
In more than half a year, Yang Yu vaguely became Song Yuanfu's right-hand man.
At the same time, he also became the "second in command" of Song's Trading Company.
"yes."
Outside the tent, Yang Yu agreed, then slowly turned around and left.
After a while.
Song Yuanfu, who was wearing a heavy cotton coat, slowly walked out of the tent, which was as warm as spring.
As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he couldn't help but tighten his heavy cotton clothes tightly.
"Why is this weather so cold?"
Song Yuanfu tightened his robe again and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
The words are over.
Song Yuanfu bent his back slightly and walked quickly towards the place where the smoke was rising.
Of course.
After walking two or three steps, he suddenly stopped.
"weather."
"Snowstorm."
"The land of Liaodong."
Song Yuanfu paused and murmured a few words in a low voice.
His eyes that were originally full of tiredness gradually became brighter at this moment.
Just as he paused to ponder the plan that suddenly appeared in his mind.
Yang Yu walked slowly from where the smoke was curling up.
"Master Song."
Yang Yuxing came forward and bowed his hands in salute.
However, after he finished speaking, Song Yuanfu did not respond for a long time.
Still standing there like a wooden stake.
"Master Song."
Yang had no choice but to speak in a slightly louder tone when he saw the situation, and bowed his hands again.
"Huh?" Song Yuanfu suddenly woke up from his deep thoughts after hearing this, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong, Brother Yang?"
"Nothing else." Yang Yu bowed his hands again and said, "Brothers, seeing that Master Song has not arrived yet, we just asked the old man to come and check."
Song Yuanfu smiled, then waved his hands and said, "I was a little distracted thinking about things just now. Let's take a walk. Let's start dinner now."
"After breakfast, the caravan set off immediately to try to transport this batch of grain and grass to Wang's Camp as soon as possible."
The words are over.
Song Yuanfu immediately took steps towards the place where the smoke was rising.
Obviously.
He had no intention of sharing the plan he had just thought of with Yang Yu.
...
...
Two quarters of an hour later.
The caravan is about to set off.
The rumble of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the official road in the distance.
The moment Song Yuanfu heard the sound of horse hoofbeats, his heart suddenly tightened.
"Brother Yang, quickly lead the brothers to form a car formation."
"Take out the weapons hidden in the shaft of the chariot in case of emergency."
Song Yuanfu trotted all the way towards the Yan Ziwang Banner not far away, and at the same time he gave instructions repeatedly.
"yes!"
Yang Yu agreed loudly, then moved quickly to organize the guys from "Song's Trading Company" to form a car formation as quickly as possible.
And took out the weapons hidden in the shaft of the chariot.
Used to prepare for emergencies.
If there is an official behind the rumble of horse hooves, then a single King's Banner with the word "Yan" can solve all the troubles.
If there were thieves behind the rumble of horse hooves, then a big battle today would be inevitable.
Fufang of the Song and Yuan Dynasties rushed to the flag of King Yanzi.
There was no time to organize people to move it to the front of the convoy.
The rumble of horse hooves approached as fast as lightning.
Tens of breaths later.
A flag with the same word "Yan" written on it quickly appeared in the eyes of Song and Yuan Fu in the billowing yellow smoke.
"Huh~!"
The moment he saw the same flag with the word "Yan" written on it and surrounded by the same green dragon.
Song and Yuan Dynasties
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Xu Qiancheng, the commander of the trapped camp, has been specially ordered by the prince to welcome the caravan home."
The rumble of horse hooves gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.
A middle-aged man wearing half armor and a felt hat holding a large flag with the word "Yan" slowly emerged from hundreds of cavalry.
"I'm from the Song Dynasty's trading company, Song Yuanfu, and I've met Xu Quchang."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanfu quickly passed by the gang of waiters, strode forward and bowed his hands in salute.
"Song Dong's family is welcome."
Seeing this, Xu Qiancheng jumped off his horse.
Then he clasped his fists and returned the courtesy: "You and I are all one family, why should we be so polite?"
The words are over.
Xu Qiancheng stepped forward slowly, and finally stood one step in front of Song Yuanfu.
Then he took out a tightly sealed letter from his arms.
He slowly handed it over to Empress Song and Yuan Fu.
Just then he said, "This is a letter written by the prince himself. The prince has something to say, and ordered Dong Dong's family to go to Xialuo City to meet the prince immediately after reading the letter."
"As for the grain and grass, they will be escorted by the clerks of Song's trading company and the soldiers trapped in the camp."
Song Yuanfu's face paused slightly when he heard this.
"Please allow me to read the letter first."
Song Yuanfu calmed down and then slowly opened the letter in his hand.
After seeing the familiar handwriting and the unique seal of King Yan in the world.
Song Yuanfu calmed down and quickly checked the contents of the letter.
After a while.
Song Yuanfu slowly closed the letter in his hand.
Then he faced Xu Qiancheng, cupped his hands and saluted, saying, "I've been troubled Xu Qu for a long time."
"It's a matter of duty." Xu Qiancheng waved his hand slightly, and then said deeply: "Song Dong's family invites you."
Song Yuanfu paused for a moment, then said: "Chang Xu Qu will wait for a moment, and I will explain something to my brothers, and then I will follow Xu Qu to see the prince."
The words are over.
Song Yuanfu slowly turned around and walked towards Yang Yu, who was always waiting for orders.
After explaining one or two things in a low voice.
Song Yuanfu rode on Xu Qian's war horse and quickly disappeared from the official road along with more than a hundred soldiers.
...
...
Half past noon.
A three-column green-covered carriage was guarded by more than a hundred elite cavalry wearing half armor.
Walk slowly on the flat official road.
Inside the carriage with three green hoods.
Xu Yi leaned on the soft collapse.
Slightly tired eyes looked quietly at both sides of the official road through the half-open car curtain.
It was a cold winter month when even no leaves had fallen.
You can enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides of the official road.
Wherever his eyes focused, they were all people with families and families.
perhaps.
Instead of calling them common people.
It would be better to call them disaster victims.
Along the way, everyone with their families looked hungry and cold.
I do not know how long it has been.
Xu Yi slowly raised his hand and lowered the half-open car curtain.
It seems that I can't bear to continue reading.
The thick car curtain blocked the gaze between Xu Yi and the victims.
But there is no separation between the two, the heart that leads to the same destination through different paths.
One party wanted to ask for help, but was afraid of the heavily armed elite cavalry and did not dare to step forward.
perhaps.
Once upon a time, they had the courage to go to the "official government" for help.
Of course.
The final result must be extremely unacceptable.
If not, how could he be so afraid of the "officials".
Even though he was so scared that he was already desperate, he still didn't dare to ask for help.
Look at the other side.
I want to help those victims.
But because
The opportunity was too late to lend a helping hand.
If they lend a helping hand at this time, they will definitely attract countless victims in a very short period of time.
Until then.
With only a hundred cavalry around him.
How long can order be maintained?
Once the order is disrupted, it will be extremely difficult for him to rush to Xialuo City as planned.
But not to Xialuocheng.
Even if he could save, how many people could he save?
Inside the carriage with three green hoods.
Xu Yi slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"If it really prospers, the people will suffer; if it dies, the people will also suffer."
Xu Yi closed his eyes slightly and murmured with mixed feelings in his heart.
As far as he knows, since the land of Liaodong suffered a sudden snow disaster.
The prices of charcoal, firewood and other things sufficient for heating throughout Liaodong are getting higher day by day.
Firewood that originally cost eighty taels of silver per load has now risen to thirty taels of silver per load.
The original price of 450 taels of charcoal per load has now increased to 10 taels of silver per load.
In the past, it was very difficult for ordinary people to provide food and clothing for the whole family.
When a snowstorm comes, where will you have extra money to buy heating supplies?
And under the snow disaster, if there is nothing to keep warm, the final result waiting for it is self-evident.
As for going into the mountains to cut firewood?
For more than two hundred years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, every piece of land and every mountain has its own owner.
The land and everything on the mountain, even the excrement of animals in the mountain, belong to their owners.
If you don't have the owner's permission, you cut it down without permission.
That is stealing. If the owner discovers it, it does not matter whether it is done "brightly" or "darkly."
None of them have any chance of winning.
As for the so-called master.
They may be officials, aristocratic families, or powerful people.
Of course.
Regardless of the identity of its owner, it is an existence that ordinary people cannot afford to offend.
If not, how could there be so many girls selling their bodies to bury others in this world?
And when a country's property, large and small, is controlled by aristocratic families and powerful clans.
Then this country will be completely destroyed.
But when it dies.
The most miserable people are still the ordinary people.
Therefore, when the world prospers, the people suffer, and when the world falls, the people also suffer.
Xu Yi has never been a good person with a Bodhisattva heart.
Since leaving Zongzheng Temple, every step he has taken has his own purpose, either explicitly or implicitly.
Of course.
No matter how he plots, he will never take the initiative to harm the people at all.
Without affecting one's own plans.
His attitude toward ordinary people is mostly to help whenever he can.
perhaps.
This is the most basic bottom line for being a "human being".
Guanzhong disaster relief is like this.
This is how to get rid of thieves in Xialuo City.
This snow disaster in Liaodong is also the same.
To be precise.
In preparation for the war, he deliberately went to Xialuo City for his ultimate goal.
It was because of the snow disaster in Liaodong.
I do not know how long it has been.
Inside the carriage with three green hoods.
Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes, opened the curtains of the car again, and looked at the Liaodong victims on both sides of the official road who were afraid to step forward because of fear.
This view is enough to look all the way.
Xu Yi looked at the victims along the way.
The countless victims who had fled their homes with their families also looked at Xu Yi again.
Thousands of people, thousands of eyes and thousands of faces.
among the victims along the way.
There are people who have fear in their hearts and show concern in their eyes.
I was beating a drum in my heart and wanted to risk my life to step forward, but I was still unable to do so due to various experiences in the past.
There are those who take that step.
His eyes showed envy and jealousy, and he wished he could exchange identities with Xu Yi.
There is a fierce light hidden in the depths of the eyes, and there are those who are willing to fight to the death.
All kinds of things here, all kinds of life, are really visible at a glance.
However, no matter what the victims look at or what their thoughts are.
Xu Yi's eyes were always as calm as before, without any disturbance at all.
