Nanxiang Fucheng.
After experiencing the monster incident, people's livelihood has been difficult, and now it is even more difficult to suffer from man-made snow disaster.
But this ancient and remote Fucheng can always burst out with its tenacious vitality, and a group of people silently support the operation of the Fucheng.
Lin Yi rode the holy beast deep into the city gate. The city gate was wide open, and the cold wind as cold as a knife, mixed with wind and snow, blew from the city gate.
"No wonder no people are fleeing. Ordinary people can't bear the cold wind. It's useless to open the city gate..."
Lin also longed for the city residents to escape from Nanxiang Mansion, but now he discovered that... there was no condition to leave at all.
He entered Nanxiang Fucheng and headed towards the rising sun to see who was performing this literary skill.
At least it's level four or above.
The temperature between heaven and earth has risen, but it is still at an extremely low level, which is not enough to support the people to leave the city.
It can only alleviate the cold a little and give people hope of survival.
…
rustle~
The sound of trampling on the snow was heard not far away, Lin Yi's ears twitched slightly, and he rode the holy beast that turned into a war horse and leaned over.
"who?"
Several dragon guards who were placing supplies noticed the movement and immediately surrounded the supplies and looked cautiously in the direction of Lin Yi.
They saw a young man wearing brocade clothes and riding a white horse, coming out of the snow and wind. He was as handsome as jade.
After a brief moment of surprise, Long Wei came to his senses, and another Long Wei asked: "Who is the young master?"
College disciples will wear Confucian shirts.
Those who wear brocade clothes are usually young masters from aristocratic families. Such people have special masters to teach them literary and moral practice.
"Scholar Lin?"
At this moment, a young man who returned to the team after dropping off supplies recognized Lin Yi's identity.
"Wei Zhongjun!"
Lin Yi got off his horse and looked at General Wei's son.
After not seeing each other for several months, Wei Zhongjun had become much stronger and looked more mature, but the fatigue in his expression could not be concealed.
"Xueshi Lin, why are you back?"
Wei Zhongjun seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "I heard from others that you went to the capital, and you also got the provincial examination in the capital. You are now working as an errand in the court, right?"
"That means...the imperial court's assistance has arrived?"
Several other dragon guards looked at Lin Yi, wanting to know the answer. During this period, the people in the city were suffering too much.
The imperial court's material reinforcements were too little, not enough to feed thousands of people.
"The imperial court sent two batches of supplies and disaster relief funds to Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion, but you didn't receive them?"
Lin also knew that officials at the inns along the way were withholding a lot of supplies, but they would not give him any soup or water.
"Two batches have 30 carts of supplies, and the disaster relief funds are more than 7 million taels... If the Chinese New Year is not coming soon, most of the people have prepared chicken, duck and fish for the New Year, and the two batches of supplies from the imperial court cannot last for a day."
Wei Zhongjun sighed: "These are just the people in the city. Anyway... the people in other disaster areas in Nanxiang Prefecture can't get a piece of carrot."
Lin Yi's heart sank to the bottom, his whole body felt cold, and he asked, "Where is the head of the household department from the capital?"
"Before entering the city, the materials were carried outside the city by the scholars of Junji Academy, along with the Long Guards, Yamen agents, and folk knights."
Wei Zhongjun's lips began to turn white and he couldn't bear the chill. He said, "Scholar Lin, we have been out for too long and we can't bear it anymore. For specific situations, we will go to the Disaster Relief Command Department..."
"It just so happens that He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy, is directing the department to use the calligraphy treasure 'Fire Sun Picture' to resist the cold air."
"There are also veterans and descendants here. If they see you coming back, they will definitely be happy!"
Lin Yi saw that Wei Zhongjun and the other Dragon Guards were a little overwhelmed, and nodded: "Okay!"
He also looks forward to seeing the descendants of those veterans.
He once promised to the dead Dayan veterans that he would protect the people of Dayan and take good care of their families just as they protected himself.
Now that he has become the Crown Prince of Dayan, he should fulfill his original promise.
Several Dragon Guards had heard of Lin Yi's name and admired him for his work as a craftsman for the common people, and for beheading a scholar for the common people.
He is a ruthless person.
Lin Yi also asked Wei Zhongjun some things on the way, and learned that people after the veteran had followed the wishes of their fathers.
Previously, under the instruction of Yan Shuangwu, thousands of households from the Nanxiang Prefecture Longwei Guard recruited all of them into their ranks and became members of the Longwei. Now they are working on the front line of disaster relief.
…
The Disaster Relief Command Department was temporarily established and was led by Qianhu of the Guard and Song Zhili, the prefect.
Responsible for receiving disaster relief materials and disaster relief funds from the court, and registering the roster of all disaster relief persons.
This time, the disaster relief command department was established in Tianshu Yuan in the center of Fucheng. It can use the formation to bring out the maximum power of painting.
"Where are the bachelors from Tianshu Academy?"
Lin Yi subconsciously asked after learning that the command department was at Tianshu Academy.
Wei Zhongjun showed contempt: "As early as when the snow disaster came, they seemed to have predicted something in advance and had already evacuated Nanxiang City..."
"Prefect Song Zhili once went to negotiate. They said that the Holy Court has regulations and does not allow interference in secular affairs. You can leave with peace of mind!"
Lin Yi sneered, and a chill flashed across his eyes. People's hearts are full of flesh, but obviously those bachelors are not.
He suddenly remembered that the Holy Son of Tianshu Academy seemed to be Li Xiyang.
No wonder!
If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, how can a descendant of a rebel and traitor of the imperial court ask his subordinate Tianshu Yuan to assist the imperial court?
"Wenbo will definitely take his place..." Lin Yi decided to find an opportunity to help Li Wenbo kill Li Xiyang and take control of Tianshu Academy.
soon.
Wei Zhongjun and others took Lin Yi to the Disaster Relief Command Department, which was the rebuilt Tianshu Yuan.
There were many carts parked at the door, but there were no supplies, and the wheels were frozen. There were only a dozen carts, and there were dragon guards and bachelors wearing Confucian shirts loading supplies.
At this time, a piece of ice fell from the eaves, scratching the supply bag on the cart, and the turnips and greens rolled to the ground.
Lin Yi glanced subconsciously and trembled.
He walked over in silence and picked up radishes and vegetables before the academy bachelor, his hands trembling.
"These vegetables are spoiled and moldy, please replace them!"
Lin also knew what happened to these moldy vegetables. Officials from certain prefectures had been replaced at the inn.
The bachelor's expression was already numb and he said indifferently: "Change? Then just wait until the people of Nanxiang Mansion starve to death. This moldy dish is better than eating snow dumplings, right?"
"No good ones?"
"It's all like this. Our Nanxiang mansion is very remote. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. It's understandable that the court doesn't care about our life or death."
The academy scholar laughed at himself: "After the disaster is over, I will worship in the Holy Academy. This Dayan is hopeless!"
He and Long Wei reloaded their supplies, used their weak energy to withstand the cold wind, and disappeared into the snow.
Lin Yi clenched his fists under his sleeves and said to the leaving bachelor: "Your Majesty and the imperial court have always cared about the people in the disaster area and have never given up on everyone..."
As Lin Yi spoke, he could no longer speak, his heart was trembling.
At this time, language is pale and powerless, and no matter how much you say, it is meaningless.
Unless the people in the disaster area can really see the court's relief materials and feel the concern of His Majesty and the court.
'How did those beasts get hold of the relief supplies? It would not be an exaggeration to kill the whole family ten times. Not killing would not be enough to make the people angry...'
Lin Yi wanted to fight his way back from Nanxiang Mansion. He used to think that lawless scholars were hateful.
But now when it comes to those officials who hold great power, if they act illegally, the harm will be a thousand times greater.
