Knowing that the money and food for disaster relief had not been distributed for a while, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, walked very slowly on the way to Mo Zhang.
This carriage is like an ox-cart, and people can run faster than him.
Of course, it's not that the whole process is slow, but that it becomes so slow every once in a while.
"Liu Quan."
When a word came out, the man sitting in front of the carriage pricked up his ears.
"What day is it today from Yanyang?" Cen Wenxing asked.
Liu Quan thought for a while and then responded: "Master, it's been eight days."
"Eight days." Cen Wenxing, who was sitting in the carriage, muttered to himself. Then, thinking about the affairs of the court and food relief, Cen Wenxing then muttered to himself: "It has been so many days, how can we still do this?" Didn’t you see the imperial court’s relief food? Did something happen?”
After guessing, Cen Wenxing said to the carriage door curtain: "Liu Quan, if you see a carriage carrying food on the road, just follow it, ah."
"Okay, sir."
After responding, Liu Quan continued to drive the carriage.
Liu Quan is Cen Wenxing's housekeeper. Every time he provides disaster relief, Cen Wenxing takes him with him. He has a fat figure and a round face.
The carriage has now entered the territory of Mozhang Province. At the speed of this carriage, it will still take two or three days to get to Rongyang Mansion.
If the matter is urgent, instead of riding the horse all the way for days and nights, just go faster and you should be at Rongyang Mansion by now.
At this time, the housekeeper Liu Quan turned around and saw several carts of grain coming from behind.
After seeing this, housekeeper Liu Quan smiled: "Master, Master."
"What's wrong?"
"Look, is that relief food behind?"
Listening to the words of the housekeeper Liu Quan, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, opened the car curtain, stretched his head, and looked back. It was the convoy escorting the disaster relief grain.
Seeing that everyone was wearing black clothes, wearing black gauze hats, and wearing long sharp knives at their waists, I guess they were transporting good food to the convoy.
At this time, there was not much food in the Mo Dynasty. It must have been that Su Yunqi, the left prime minister, was afraid that the food would be hijacked again, so he informed the emperor and asked the secret guards to escort him.
In the Mo Dynasty, the yamen servants in the yamen were not as powerful as the secret guards. It can be said that one secret guard could kill twenty or thirty yamen servants.
From this point of view, it is not an easy task to enter this secret guard with a high salary.
"Liu Quan."
"Hey. Master, tell me."
"Follow them."
"Eh."
After listening to the master's instructions to follow them, housekeeper Liu Quan slowed down the carriage, and soon he was led by the convoy transporting disaster relief food.
Butler Liu Quan drove his carriage behind the batch of relief food and followed behind.
"Zhang Qianshi, is that carriage following us?" A secret guard asked Qianshi, the commander of the eastern secret guard, with a question.
After hearing this, Zhang Qianshi turned around and glanced at the carriage behind him. It was indeed what his subordinate said.
"Keep staring."
"yes."
After driving for a long time, housekeeper Liu Quan asked the question in his mind: "Master, it will be much faster to follow them. We are almost at Rongyang now."
Listening to the words of the butler Liu Quan, the master sitting in the carriage smiled: "You don't even think about how slow this carriage is going these days. We are a team transporting relief food, how dare you delay? Naturally, the faster, the better.”
Listening to what the master said, housekeeper Liu Quan suddenly felt that what the master said made sense.
"Zhang Qianshi, they are still following." A secret guard said.
After hearing this, Zhang Qianshi looked back, and sure enough he was still following. Looking at the carriage, he couldn't tell whose carriage it belonged to.
"You guys, go and check out the situation."
Zhang Qianshi said, and saw several secret guards jumping out of the carriage, pulling out the long knives from their waists, and running over quickly.
Seeing such a scene, Liu Quan, the steward who was driving the carriage in front, panicked. He wanted to pull up the reins, increase his speed, and run as hard as he could. Unexpectedly, he was surrounded by these secret guards.
"Master...Master." Butler Liu Quan said nervously.
"What's going on?" Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, asked.
Before Butler Liu Quan could reply, he heard an order coming from outside the carriage: "Don't move!"
Hearing this voice, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Revenue, opened the curtains of the carriage and saw secret guards holding long knives surrounding the carriage, all of them with serious faces.
Seeing this, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, was frightened and began to think wildly in his mind.
Could it be that the emperor has begun to rule personally?
Before he could finish his guess, a secret guard opened the car curtain. After seeing a man wearing a brown robe and a beard sitting in the carriage, the secret guard asked: "Who are you? Why? Have you been following us?"
What the secret guard said calmed down Cen Wenxing, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance: "What? I can't do it with you?" After saying this, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, took out his waistband from his sleeve: "Look Look what is this?"
Upon seeing it, the secret guard hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Commissioner Cen. We didn't know it was you."
Seeing that it didn't cause him any harm, Cen Wenxing smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's good that you are vigilant."
"Cen Shangshu, how come your carriage has arrived here after so many days?" the secret guard asked.
"Well..." Cen Wenxing thought for a while and made up: "You don't know, this housekeeper Liu Quan is really unreliable. He drove the carriage in the wrong direction for me. What do you think he will do?"
After learning the situation, the secret guard put away his long sword and said, "That's it. I misunderstood Cen Qin's envoy."
"No problem, no problem."
The secret guard lowered the car curtain, waved his hand, and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Just then they left, but Liu Quan, the housekeeper who was helping Cen Wenxing drive the horse, felt wronged. Seeing them leave, Liu Quan said aggrievedly: "Master, didn't you say you should drive slower?"
"Shut up."
The master's words made Butler Liu Quan speechless immediately. He picked up the reins and continued to follow the convoy transporting disaster relief food.
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"Prefect, prefect."
Calls came to Mo Kaiping, the prefect of Rongyang Prefecture.
Not to mention, the government office seemed to have become smaller after the earthquake.
Hearing the shouts, Magistrate Mo turned his head and saw fellow magistrate Wang Wen running over in a hurry.
When he ran closer, he could already hear Wang Tongzhi's panting voice.
"Don't be anxious, it's not too late to take a few breaths before talking." Magistrate Mo said.
After listening to the prefect's words, Wang Tongzhi, who was a little fat, hurriedly adjusted his state. After a moment, he said: "Prefect, the relief food has arrived."
"Coming?" Magistrate Mo confirmed.
Wang Tongzhi smiled and nodded: "We should be almost outside the door now."
After hearing this, Magistrate Mo hurriedly put the volumes of books in his hands on the ground, patted his sleeves, and hurriedly walked through the ruins.
At this time, Rongyang was already in ruins, and only the wide road could clearly see where the road was. Those small roads were surrounded by ruins, and it was completely unclear where the road was.
Under the ruins of Rongyang, as long as you raise your head or not, you can see the entire Rongyang Mansion at a glance.
After just a few steps, the convoy transporting disaster relief food stopped in front of the ruins of the Yifu Yamen.
Looking at these dark guards with strong backs and long swords at their waists, they look really majestic.
People like this can only be seen if they are destined, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see them.
Of course, if any official saw it, his head would be in danger or his house would be ransacked. It would be something to be proud of if he could live and watch without any trouble.
After all, how can someone as strong as the secret guard be seen just as he wants.
I saw that there was a carriage behind me. It was different from the carriage transporting relief food. I thought it was the Kipchak minister who came to provide relief.
"Wang Tongzhi, is that the imperial envoy?" Mo Zhifu asked Wang Tongzhi who was standing aside.
After looking at it, I thought it must be: "Back to the magistrate, it should be Cen Qin, sent by the imperial court."
"Walk."
Magistrate Mo and several officials, big and small, hurried towards the carriage at the back. Seeing that no one came out, several officials, big and small, came first to salute.
"Mo Kaiping, the prefect of Rongyang Prefecture, has met Qin Envoy Cen."
After the prefect said this, all the officials, big and small, saluted.
Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Revenue in the carriage, actually did not want to get off the carriage, but wanted to enjoy the aura of a small official meeting a big official.
To say that the happiest time to show official power is when I go to local disaster relief, especially when I sit in the carriage and enjoy the salutes of officials, big and small, and the common people walking on the street in official uniforms salute.
Thinking about it makes me feel majestic. I haven't used my official prestige enough in Jianglai. Now that I'm in Mozhang, I can continue to use my official prestige.
The officials, both large and small, looked at the carriage and saw no one coming out, nor heard any reply. The officials looked at the carriage in confusion for a long time.
Seeing that the master hadn't come out yet, the butler Liu Quan, who was sitting in front of the carriage, said afterward: "Master, we're here."
Liu Quan's words brought the Imperial Envoy Cen Wenxing back to his senses.
After adjusting the situation, Cen Wenxing carefully opened the carriage curtain. Just as he was about to open it, he saw several officials, big and small, saluting without putting it down.
Cen Wenxing pretended to have just woken up, yawned, glanced at the hot weather, and then looked at the officials, big and small, without saying a word.
Seeing that the imperial envoy said nothing, Mo Kaiping, the prefect of Rongyang Prefecture, thought that the imperial envoy Cen was asleep and had not heard him, so he hurriedly saluted again.
"Rongyang Prefecture Magistrate Mo Kaiping has met Qin Envoy Cen." Magistrate Mo said.
With the prefect's words, the officials behind him saluted again.
Good guy, I have enjoyed the etiquette twice.
Cen Wenxing smiled proudly, looked at the prefect of Rongyang Prefecture in front of him, and then at the officials behind him, and said happily: "No gifts, no gifts."
"Imperial Envoy Xie Cen."
Seeing that the relief grains from the convoy in front had not yet been unloaded, Cen Wenxing ordered: "Prefect Mo, please order some people to unload the grains quickly. Don't let them wait too long."
"Hey." After responding, Magistrate Mo looked at the Yamen servant over there and shouted: "Come here to unload the food!"
