"Zi Yuan, hurry up and put it on with soil."
In Tongzhou City, in a place with few people and a lot of mud, Sun Chunxu stood there, giving instructions to Ziyuan.
"Uncle Xu, why?" Zi Yuan said.
Without saying a word, Chunxu stretched out his hand toward the dirt, grabbed a handful of dirt, and smeared it on his face and Ziyuan's face.
After it was done, Chunxu looked at Li Xiran and said, "You can also apply some."
After seeing the young and beautiful Li Xiran, he hesitated slightly before applying it on his face.
There was a long queue on Tongzhou Street, and Chunxu, Ziyuan, and Xi Ran were all standing in it.
Seeing the hot porridge being served to the common people one by one, Chunxu swallowed and his stomach growled unknowingly.
Ziyuan stood behind Chunxu, looking around, as if he couldn't wait to eat the relief porridge.
After all, I have been hungry for many days since the earthquake.
Su Yunqi stood at the soup kitchen and looked at the people who came to receive the porridge with a smile on his face.
While Su Yunqi was watching the people receiving porridge with great interest, a government servant from the state capital quietly spoke into Su Yunqi's ear.
After hearing this, Su Yunqi looked surprised and said, "What?!"
After saying that, Su Yunqi hurriedly entered the state capital, which was already in disarray. He saw several government servants sitting down beside the pot and talking among themselves.
It wasn't until they saw the imperial envoy Su Yunqi that the government officials stood up obediently and looked at Su Yunqi aggrievedly.
"Is this rice finished?" Su Yunqi said in disbelief.
Several government officials nodded decisively, but did not dare to say anything.
"Call Lin Zhizhou to me!" Su Yunqi shouted.
"yes."
After a while, Lin Zhizhou, who was skinny and clear-faced, but the smile on his face had not disappeared, walked over.
"Chief Su Qin, are you looking for a subordinate?" Lin Zhizhou said with a slight smile.
"What's going on with this disaster relief food?" Su Yunqi asked forcefully.
"I don't know about this," Lin Zhizhou said bluntly.
Seeing that some people at the soup kitchen started to make a fuss, and at this time the disaster relief food was not enough, about half of the people had not eaten the porridge, which made Su Yunqi very anxious.
If we can't find out the reason, I might not be able to gain a foothold in the court in the future.
In an emergency, Su Yunqi had no choice but to find pen and ink and started writing.
"Where's the porridge?!" several people asked in succession.
The yamen servant making porridge looked at the bottom of the wooden barrel that had already been drained out, and wanted to persuade him but did not dare to.
"Folks! Don't be impatient! The relief grains distributed are not enough. I have already submitted the letter. Hold on and ensure that the grains arrive as soon as possible." Su Yunqi comforted.
The hungry people couldn't listen to that much. Looking at the people around them who were carrying porridge that they had not finished eating, they attacked and robbed them.
Seeing that the people were in a mess, Su Yunqi was at a loss what to do and hurriedly called to the government officials: "Everyone, hurry up! Go and stop it!"
Thanks to the efforts of the government officials, the situation was saved. Unfortunately, they used too much force and several people lost their lives, while others were seriously injured.
Looking at the problem of disaster relief porridge in Tongzhou, Su Yunqi couldn't stay for a few days. He found an excuse and rushed to Xing'an Mansion and Kaihuai Mansion. He found that the disaster relief porridge was not enough, and even the houses were not enough. As you can imagine, What has become of the county?
Soon, a letter written by Su Yunqi, Minister of Disaster Relief, was delivered to Cen Wenxing, Minister of Household Affairs. . .
"Shilang Liu! Send the message to Shilang Liu!" Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, sat on the chair and was very angry.
However, Liu Zhiyan, the right servant of the household department, who had not yet heard about it, came over with a smile on his face, but unexpectedly he was scolded.
"How did you do this?!" Cen Wenxing said angrily.
"Shang Shu, I wonder... what happened?" Liu Zhiyan felt uneasy.
Seeing that Liu Shilang didn't know yet, he couldn't bear to say it out loud, so he directly threw several letters written by Su Yunqi in his hand in front of Liu Shilang: "Take a good look at it yourself!!!"
Liu Zhiyan opened the letter in a panic and browsed it briefly. After reading it, Liu Zhiyan broke into a cold sweat.
Looking at the angry Shangshu, Liu Zhiyan was very frightened and hurriedly explained: "Shang Shu! There must be a reason for this... There must be a reason for this! The official did exactly what the official did. Cen Shangshu, you must believe what the official said. Ah, I don’t have a single lie from you!”
"Then tell me, what's the reason?!"
At this time, Liu Zhiyan, the right minister of the Ministry of Finance, didn't know how to answer. He was so panicked that he seemed to have lost his soul.
"I see you can't answer it!" Thinking that the relief food was more important at the moment, Shangshu Cen ordered: "Go quickly! Pay another one thousand taels and go out! After that, I will come to settle the account with you!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Liu Zhiyan hurriedly went to do something.
Just like last time, this disaster relief food can only be shipped after the Prime Minister's approval.
After seeing Liu Zhiyan leave, Prime Minister Zuo Huang Zhiyuan, who was sitting beside the screen in the Prime Minister's Mansion, smiled slightly.
"Prime Minister, can you still...?" Right Prime Minister Li Huixuan paused mid-sentence.
"That's it this time. If it happens again, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to secure our official positions." Huang Zhiyuan said.
"Prime Minister Huang is thoughtful." Li Huixuan praised.
In this way, another thousand stones of grain were transported to Kaihuai Mansion. . .
When we arrived at Kaihuai Mansion, it was already getting late and the night was quiet.
Just when they were not far outside the city, these carriages were stopped again.
"My hero, have mercy on me! The little one is only responsible for transporting this food. Please let me go, hero," the leader shouted.
I saw several carriages surrounded by a group of men in black, each holding a sharp sword in their hands.
"I can let you go, but..." the leader of the man in black said in a rough voice.
"Nothing, just say what you say, hero, just spare the lives of the little ones!" said the leader of the food transporter.
The rest of the people transporting food followed suit.
"Leave your carriage and food behind, and I will let you go. Otherwise, you have to go see the Lord of Hell in advance."
"No, this is disaster relief food. If the food does not arrive, the lives of the children will be in danger!" the leader of the food transport begged.
In the dead of night, even if they took action, it would only take a few minutes, but these men in black still wanted to keep them alive.
"Don't worry. I will deliver the food to you. You just go back. I can guarantee your lives. If... one of you... keeps silent and leaks the information about holding back the food, I will definitely destroy you." Kill your whole family." The leader of the men in black threatened.
In life, no one wants to make some money to support themselves and protect their families.
The leader of the men in black also wants this.
Hearing such threats, several people transporting food had no choice but to comply.
"Okay, I promise you."
The transportation of relief grains does not require the protection of small soldiers. This rule has been in place since early years. What prevents the small soldiers from colluding with local officials and swallowing the relief grains is that no one is needed to protect them. Only horsemen are sent. This has to be done from the Mo Dynasty. The founding emperor talked about it.
