"Magistrate, if we don't stay here anymore and go away for a few days, they won't dare to make trouble with you." Li Ziqiao said with great distress.
Listening to Li Ziqiao's words, several officials, big and small, agreed with Li Ziqiao's idea.
Pairs of eyes looked at Magistrate Sun Junze, who was still thin and had many injuries on his body, waiting for his opinion.
Junze looked at the large and small documents on the ground, and then looked at the current appearance of He County. Sun Junze, the county magistrate, shook his head: "We can't leave. If they leave, they will have no one to rely on."
Listening to Sun Zhixian's words, several officials, big and small, wiped out the thoughts in their hearts, except Li Ziqiao's.
Seeing the county magistrate Sun Junze like this, Li Ziqiao couldn't accept it. After all, this was a too innocent beating.
In short, in Li Ziqiao's heart, the county magistrate Sun Junze was a very good official, almost unmatched by anyone, and it was the first time she had seen such an official.
"But... if you don't leave, they will come back again. This..." Li Ziqiao choked up as he spoke.
Looking at Li Ziqiao's appearance, Sun Junze could tell that Li Ziqiao was distressed about his injury.
But in Sun Junze's heart, no injury could bring back Sun Mansion's innocence, Sun Yijin's youth, or eldest sister Sun Yan's life.
"It's okay. I'm very lucky and can't be beaten to death. If you bear with it for a few more days, the relief food should arrive." Sun Junze, the magistrate, comforted the officials and the crying Li Ziqiao.
Today, in the Rongyang Prefecture, only He County has not received this disaster relief food.
On one side, the county magistrate Sun Junze was still enduring the pain and comforting others. On the other side, the Rongyang Prefecture magistrate laughed and accompanied the imperial envoy Cen Wenxing as he walked on the streets of Rongyang Prefecture and watched the people rebuild their homes.
"Imperial Envoy Cen, how much money do you think this relief food is worth?" Magistrate Mo smiled and looked at Imperial Envoy Cen Wenxing who was walking with him.
Listening to Magistrate Mo's whispered questions, Imperial Envoy Cen Wenxing came closer and said cautiously: "Not much, mainly because this food can save lives. No matter how much money you have, without this food it is still sad."
"Yes. What Cen Qin Envoy said is absolutely true. Fortunately, Cen Qin Envoy arrived in time with the relief food, otherwise, the lower officials and the officials in the Yamen would not be alive today."
Cen Wenxing laughed loudly at Magistrate Mo's words and continued walking on the street.
On one side, the imperial envoy Cen Wenxing was laughing and chatting happily, while on the other side, Cen Wenxing's eldest son Cen Anze had an unhappy face.
Seeing his eldest son Cen Anze looking like this, his wife Zhou came over.
"Son, what's going on? Who bullied you?" Madam Zhou asked.
Looking at his mother with a kind face, the eldest son Cen Anze sighed and complained: "Being an official is not easy at all."
After sitting on the round chair, Madam Zhou smiled and looked at the frowning eldest son Cen Anze: "Why don't you become a good person?"
"It's too difficult to be the Minister of the Ministry of War. It's even more tiring than when I was the doctor of the Ministry of Household Affairs." Cen Anze complained.
Listening to the words of her eldest son, Cen Anze, Mrs. Zhou put away her smiling face and said, "I wonder why you weren't relaxed when you were a doctor in the household department?"
Cen Anze shook his head and looked at Mrs. Zhou with an unknown face.
"That's because your father is the Minister of Hubu, and the son of the Minister of Hubu is an errand. How dare they ask you to do so much work? Besides, you are a doctor, and your father is the Minister of Hubu. You can't finish it. If your father just says a word, someone will help you do it."
"Think again, why are you so tired when you come to the military headquarters?" Mrs. Zhou looked at Cen Anze.
Cen Anze shook his head and looked at his mother with a confused expression.
"Just because you are the Minister of the Ministry of War, the affairs of the Ministry of War are all under your control. If you don't care about it, who can take care of it? There is only one person in the position of Minister of the Ministry of War, and those who can become the Minister of the Ministry of War are naturally capable people. And you are here How many doctors are there in the Ministry of Household Affairs? Your father loves you so much that he made you the Minister of War at a young age. Don’t let him take away all his hard work."
Hearing what his mother said, Cen Anze suddenly felt that he was not worthy of the post of Minister of War.
"But...Mother, I used to work as an errand in the Ministry of Household Affairs, so I don't know how to deal with the Ministry of War."
"You don't know how to study." Mother Zhou smiled slightly and continued: "Didn't you like to read military books a few years ago? Maybe it was because of this that your father asked you to be the Minister of the Ministry of War. Otherwise, the Minister of the Ministry of War would not be the same. I still don’t know whose turn it will be.”
Listening to her mother's words, she seemed to have given herself confidence: "I understand, mother."
Looking at her son's appearance, the mother, Mrs. Zhou, smiled broadly: "It's good to know. Mom has important things to do, so I won't stay with you." After saying this, Mrs. Zhou walked out.
As soon as her mother was not far away, Cen Anze's wife Deng came over.
Cen Anze's first wife, whose surname is Deng and whose first name is Guihua, has a standard figure and an ordinary appearance. She is ordinary, but quite attractive. She has a smile on her face. She holds a fan tightly in one hand and puts the other hand on the maid's hand. On the wrist, walked in.
Perhaps, the current Madam Deng is the proudest. There are not many people in the capital whose husbands are ministers.
Besides, there are not many ministers in this position.
Mrs. Deng sat down, looked at her husband beside her, and asked curiously: "What are you talking about with your mother?"
"It's nothing. My mother just talked to me about some things that a high official should pay attention to."
After hearing this, I didn't know what to talk about. Madam Deng said: "My husband has just come back. Are you hungry? I will go and make you something to eat." After saying this, her husband didn't even say a word. He agreed and walked out of the room.
No wonder she is now in her thirties and still has no children. There is nothing to talk about in this conversation, and she always finds an excuse to cook and leaves in a hurry.
A few days later, Fuzhou County, which was damaged by the earthquake, received relief food, and people began to rebuild their homes.
Although there was not much food, this bowl of hot porridge was their hope for survival.
However, several days have passed and there is still no news of relief food in He County.
The troublemaking people had beaten Sun Junze, the county magistrate, several times, and the injuries on his body were becoming more serious day by day.
Even so, the county magistrate Sun Junze did not let the government officials harm the people.
The number of people making trouble is also decreasing day by day, all because they are hungry.
He County originally had a population of 20,000 people but now has only a few hundred people.
If disaster relief food had arrived, no matter how much, even if it was just a bite for them to eat, maybe the county magistrate Sun Junze would not have been beaten so seriously.
It's a pity that these innocent people who were beaten are still waiting with the people for the arrival of disaster relief food.
"Magistrate, this is the fourth time I have been beaten. Why bother? Otherwise, we can just run away. It won't be too late to come back when the relief food arrives." Li Ziqiao, the cook, felt distressed.
This time, Sun Junze shook his head just like last time, but this time he didn't dare to shake his head too much, as his head hurt again.
Sun Junze didn't dare to laugh this time even if he wanted to. As soon as he smiled, the skin on his face would stretch and the wound would hurt, and he didn't even dare to say anything.
"It's okay, keep waiting." Sun Junze only said these words because his mouth hurt.
Seeing such a persistent magistrate, Li Ziqiao didn't know how to persuade him.
The letters urging and inquiring about the whereabouts of the disaster relief food were already piled up on the desk of Mo Kaiping, the prefect of the government office that had just been built and not yet completed.
"Cen Imperial Envoy, this is a letter from Sun Junze, the magistrate of He County. How should I reply to him?" The magistrate of Rongyang Prefecture asked the imperial envoy Cen Wenxing.
Cen Wenxing thought for a moment, looked at the yamen servants who were rushing to and from the yamen, and said after a moment: "If you reply like this, you mean that the relief food has been sent out for several days. If it has not been received, it is not your problem." .”
Listening to the words of the imperial envoy Cen Wenxing, the prefect Mo Kaiping smiled slightly and responded: "Hey, okay."
"I have just written a letter to the court. By then, Sun Junze will be known as derelict in his duties." Cen Qinqian smiled slightly.
"Cen Qin's mission is wise." Magistrate Mo praised him.
Listening to Magistrate Mo's praise, Imperial Envoy Cen Wenxing's smile grew a little brighter, not to mention how happy he felt.
The next day...
Sun Junze, the county magistrate, who had not had a bite of food for many days, finally received a letter from the magistrate.
After receiving the letter, Sun Junze hurriedly opened the letter and read it.
The officials, big and small, stood weakly beside the county magistrate Sun Junze and watched with great concern.
I saw that the letter probably said that relief food had been sent to He County a few days ago, and it took so many days to inform the government. Since this matter happened so many days ago, it is already the responsibility of you, the county magistrate.
After receiving the letter, Sun Junze, the county magistrate who was seriously injured, quickly stood up. The letter he was holding suddenly felt heavy.
"You guys, go and look around outside the city to see if there is any trace of this disaster relief food." Sun Junze ordered hurriedly,
After hearing this, the government officials who were sitting on the ground stood up feebly, thinking about the relief food. Suddenly they had some strength and went to search for their whereabouts.
"Do you have the disaster relief food today?" came a voice from the common people.
The leader was still the same leader as before, but his body was even thinner and he was completely starved to the point of being skin and bones.
Then, a group of skinny people came over.
The guy in his hand attacked the county magistrate Sun Junze.
Li Ziqiao on the side tried to dissuade him again, but this time the hungry people turned to skin and bones and tried harder than last time.
The stick in his hand was swung at several officials, big and small, and the county magistrate Sun Junze. Sun Junze's head immediately began to bleed.
However, these troublemaking people did not seem to have the determination to beat several officials and magistrates to death, but only the determination to temper them bit by bit until they died.
After a beating, these people dispersed.
