Mu Nan had a vague feeling that there might be something hidden inside.
It seemed that Su Hongyi and Su Xiongsheng had prepared a trap and were waiting for him to get into it.
But he had no reason to refuse.
Especially when there are more and more disaster victims.
Damn compassion.
Not a moment.
Su Xongsheng trotted to the side of the chariot holding a jar of loess: "Master Protector of the Country, Su Feng, the county magistrate, Su Xongsheng, is here to pay homage."
Su Xongsheng was in his forties, which was said to be the age when he was capable.
But his temples are gray and his face is weathered.
The official robe was wrinkled, and he looked like an official even if he was thrown among the victims.
Behind him were several elderly people and children, who were also dirty and had chapped lips.
But this posture is more or less like having to take care of your children after being miserable.
Mu Nan glanced meaningfully at Su Hongyi, who was frowning, and said to Su Gongsheng:
"What is Magistrate Su holding in his hand?"
Su Gongsheng immediately held up the clay pot and said, "Returning to the protector of the country, the thing in my hand is a handful of loess from Su Feng County."
This is not the resignation of an official. The folks sent a jar of soil to show that they have not forgotten their love for the country.
Just a way.
Mu Nan didn't know what he meant, so he turned to Su Hongyi and asked, "Eunuch Su, please tell me."
He was sure that since Su Hongyi planned this incident, he should know the inside story.
"I don't know!"
Su Hongyi was obviously pretending to be confused, and deliberately asked: "What is Magistrate Su doing? It turns out that the current one is the protector of the country!"
His voice and look were both stern, and he shouted and shouted.
"Su Xongsheng, on behalf of the remaining 76,000 people in Su Feng County, begs the Master to send down the rain to save the people!"
Su Gongsheng knelt on the ground with a thump, and the clay pot in his hand hit his head with a bang.
Not broken!
"I implore the mage to send rain!"
The men, women, and children who were following behind them all knelt on the ground as if they had been commanded.
It turns out he was waiting here.
Mu Nan's tone was meaningful: "Su Hongyi! You should know beforehand, right?"
He doesn't mind asking for help, but using this method, which is similar to forcing him to marry, is really a bit disgraceful.
Su Hongyi saw Mu Nan's displeasure and hurriedly knelt on the ground and said:
"Mage, old slave..."
Mu Nan snorted coldly:
"Give you a chance to tell the truth."
Su Hongyi knelt on the ground as if he were symbiotic with Su: "I beg the Master to send rain to save Su Feng County."
No wonder Su Hongyi was so stubborn about showing up and bargaining like a merchant doing business.
Both threats and kidnappings.
On the 15th, they refused to give in even for a day.
It turns out that it takes exactly fifteen days from Jiankang City to Sufeng County!
Mu Nan straightened his body and spoke with a slightly more dignified tone: "Eunuch Su, tell me, what happened that made you have a wrong idea?"
"Mage, forgive me!"
Su Hongyi kowtowed repeatedly: "It has been two years since a drop of rain fell in Sufeng County. If it doesn't rain again this year, I'm afraid the entire county will..."
Su Hongyi burst into tears, but it didn't look like he was pretending.
Su Gongsheng saw that he could no longer speak completely, so he continued:
"I am the official of Sufeng County. I learned that the master's frame was passing through the small county. I dared to disturb him and asked the master to send down the rain to save the people of the county from the scorching sun!"
Mu Nan raised his head and looked around.
The faces of young and old are full of hope.
It seems that the arrival of the Protector of the Country has brought hope.
But he felt bitter.
Unspeakable.
Let him add a fire to the scorching sun, and he will.
It can also burn extremely vigorously.
It's no big deal for him to make a few thunderclaps and fool thousands of people.
There can also be bursts of thunder, continuous and continuous.
But let him pray for rain...
You really can’t do this.
There is no such method among the techniques of Xuntianjian!
"Let's repair it in place for now!"
Mu Nan sighed and asked Su Hongyi: "Does the emperor know about this? Didn't the court provide disaster relief? Did he just let it go?"
Su Hongyi carefully replied: "The imperial court has rescued the disaster, but there are tens of thousands of mouths..."
Su Gongsheng saw Su Hongyi's eyes asking for help and hurriedly answered:
"Master, you have 70,000 mouths. If you can't save yourself, I'm afraid you'll be exhausted just by relying on the little food from the court. It won't help! Hey!"
The Soviet Communist Party sighed and told the whole story intermittently.
Three years ago, drought began to occur in the Biqiu Mountain area of Sufeng County.
It didn't catch his attention at first.
The Feng Dynasty had millions of territories, and it was not unusual for drought, rain, ice, and waterlogging to occur everywhere every year.
Active disaster relief is just that.
But in the winter and spring of the next year, the fire was still raging.
Not a drop of rain fell in the entire Sufeng County.
The well is dry, the river is dry.
The beads of sweat that fell to the ground turned into a stream of steam in an instant.
Su Gongsheng was a diligent and thrifty official who loved the people and had a high prestige. He organized the people of the county to fight against disasters and divert water without saying a word.
The well was drilled down several feet and then several feet.
The river dug down feet and feet.
When everyone was waiting with high hopes for the next year's rain to moisten the earth, another disappointment struck.
There has been no relief from the drought.
Even the water introduced into Sufeng County only flowed for ten miles before drying up.
If Su Feng County was full of strong men, they could find another way out and move away from their place of origin, but where should all the young and old in the county live?
Su Gongsheng did not want the people of Li to be displaced.
My hair turned white overnight.
He wrote many times in succession, requesting the imperial court for disaster relief.
But there are 70,000 mouths, crying for food at dawn, and even the water for cooking porridge has to be transported from the neighboring county.
This scale of displacement and disaster is equivalent to raising a hundred thousand troops in one county.
And there is no output!
Su Gongsheng said sadly: "Master, you don't know something. Su Gongsheng is a Confucian scholar, but he has worshiped all the gods in heaven and earth. He does not dare to be dishonest in the bottom of his heart. He is not ashamed of his heart, but he is ashamed of all the elders in the county. I didn’t ask for a drop of rain. Therefore, Su Xongsheng had the courage to drag Eunuch Su’s relationship with him and detect the Master’s frame passing by. He stopped halfway and asked the Master to cast rain for the sake of Su Xiansheng and the lives of all people!”
Mu Nan did not answer Su Xiansheng's words. Instead, he gave Su Hongyi a meaningful look and said:
"Eunuch Su is worried about the world."
Su Hongyi never dared to get up. He knew that the Protector of the Country was angry with him for not being honest.
So he cried and said: "Master, Su Gongsheng is my distant nephew!"
Isn’t this right?
"No gifts."
The doubts in Mu Nan's heart cleared up, and she felt a little relieved.
If your nephew doesn't help, who will you help?
Understandable.
But he was still very sincere to Su Hongyi: "Just tell me, can I just stand by and watch?"
Su Hongyi burst into tears of gratitude and hurriedly explained:
"The old slave has a disability and is a member of the palace. If he speaks frankly about his requests, I'm afraid it will violate the taboo of the mage."
There was no trace of falsehood in the tears.
Mu Nan glanced at him accusingly, and then asked Xiang Su Gongsheng, "Where is the Bhikkhu Mountain? Let me take a look."
Since the drought started in Biqiu Mountain, there is nothing we can do at the moment, so we can go to Biqiu Mountain to explore, and maybe we can find clues to the occurrence of the drought.
At least we can find out the root cause of the drought and whether it is caused by evil spirits.
There has been a severe drought in Sufeng County for two years, and there has been no rain, which is really strange.
Could it be that there is a drought demon?
Or has Su Gongsheng done something so outrageous that he wants to wait until the Chain Dog Licking Mountain is set on fire?
The only thing that Mu Nan could be sure of was that it was definitely not Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace that had released the Samadhi True Fire again.
Otherwise, Sufeng County should turn into a mountain of flames.
And he had no place to borrow the banana fan.
"Returning to the Master, three hundred miles east of here, there are two towering mountains, which are the Bhikkhu Mountains. You must ride a horse..."
Before Su Gongsheng finished speaking, he felt the wind rising from the ground, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
He also took a few mouthfuls of sand into his mouth.
When the wind subsides and everyone disperses the smoke, where is the protector of the country on the chariot?
"Uncle Su, this..."
Su Gongsheng was half nervous and half in disbelief, so he hurriedly asked Su Hongyi.
Su Hongyi looked arrogant, as if he was the one who was flying around just now:
"What can you, a mere mortal, understand about the magician's methods? Just wait, someone will believe you."
It's as if the rain is about to come.
Su Gongsheng was stunned and quickly knelt down to the east: "
Master Su has been so kind to you, so I kneel down and thank you for the people of Su Feng County! "
Su Hongyi waited for him to bow and kowtow three times, then slowly helped him up:
"We agreed in advance that I will return to Sufeng County to take care of my old age when Master Mage passes away. From now on, I can rely on Magistrate Su!"
"That's natural! When Uncle Su returns to our Su Feng County, isn't it equivalent to returning to his hometown with honor and fine clothes? As a nephew, he is not allowed to come to greet him eighteen miles away?"
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