Mr. Qian met Yanhuai's gaze and suddenly laughed, "Does the county king think that Xiaguan is a court official, and his wife and daughter are now big fish, meat, and delicacies in the palace?"
"Before the disaster, it was a blessing to have enough food. Who cares about what to eat? What's wrong with eating chaffy vegetables? The only hope is to survive."
Yanhuai couldn't speak, so Lord Qian simply said clearly, "Does the prince really think that disaster relief is so easy? If you give them rice and fine flour every day, just like your ancestors, maybe there will be no food in three days." Yes, you can still get it.
But maybe you won’t care about it in a few days. What will the disaster relief officials do when they take over? These refugees are used to eating polished rice, how can they swallow coarse chaff? "
"You can lead troops to surround the mansion and search for ill-gotten gains, but what ability do you, the petty officials like me, have to get food?"
Mr. Qian shouted the last sentence with red eyes.
Those in power don't understand the suffering of the people below. They only know how to give orders and kill and beat people at every turn.
For disaster relief, the court did not give any money, not even a pound of food and grass. How long can we last with the food that was destroyed and looted during the banquet in Huaihe?
It will still take some time for the beginning of spring, let alone spring plowing.
"These are things that have not happened yet, and they are not your excuse!"
After Yanhuai finished speaking in a cold voice, he walked up to Mr. Qian with a sullen face, grabbed his collar and dragged him away.
Master Qian was heartbroken and allowed Yanhuai to drag him. He didn't let go of Yanhuai until he was dragged to no one.
Mr. Qian staggered for a few steps before he stood still. Yanhuai's voice sounded again, "If you say those words in front of the refugees and cause a riot, can you bear the penalty?"
"The county king is about to kill the official to establish his authority. What else does the official have to be afraid of? Besides, what the official told is the truth and he has never lied!"
Yanhuai looked at him with cold eyes.
Mr. Qian met his gaze and said sarcastically, "Your Highness, this is a common method for disaster relief. If food is not enough, it will be delayed. Those who can survive will naturally be strong people. Those who are weak will be saved. What are they doing? Not only will they not be able to help with the spring plowing next year, but they will also be a drag on the family’s labor force.”
"The usual method? Are you taking human life lightly?"
Yanhuai punched him angrily. Lord Qian touched the corners of his sore mouth and said with a smile, "You can now speak righteously, or you can kill the official."
"But given time, you will naturally know that what the official said is true."
Yanhuai's face turned red with anger, but after all he didn't take the money to ask for the crime.
He took a deep look at Mr. Qian, turned around and left.
This incident made Monk Erzhang confused Master Qian and asked in a loud voice, "Prince, are you still beheading me?"
Yanhuai didn't look back. Qingfeng who was following him turned around and glared at him, "Master Qian, if you really want to die, just keep shouting."
Master Qian immediately shut up. After Yanhuai left, he touched his face and walked toward his tent with a grin on his face.
After being punched, Mr. Qian felt very aggrieved and didn't want to work anymore, so he lay down in the tent to rest.
Unexpectedly, he didn't want to sleep until midnight when he suddenly smelled a burning smell. When he opened his eyes, he found that his tent was on fire.
Mr. Qian grabbed his clothes and ran out. As soon as he called for help, his vision went dark and he was put in a sack and beaten and kicked.
When the guards rushed over, Mr. Qian had just escaped from the sack, and the person who beat him had already disappeared.
"Who did it? Who did it?"
Mr. Qian's face turned red with anger, and he wanted to jump up and curse, "Damn it, I'm not afraid of life and death. I'm working in this homeless den, and there are even evil-minded people plotting against me."
"I quit, I quit!"
Mr. Qian left angrily. The guards looked at each other and no one stopped him.
…
Yanhuai left, Master Qian also left, and the refugees outside the city soon started making trouble.
When the news reached Mr. Qian's ears, he was so frightened that he trembled all over. He first ordered people to suppress it, and then knelt down outside the palace to plead guilty.
Emperor Xuan looked at the poem, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern, "Where is Yanhuai? Didn't he vow to take care of the refugees' affairs?"
Eunuch Fu bent down and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the king of the county sent someone to hand over the certificate. He is sick and can't even get out of bed."
"fart!"
Emperor Xuan didn't believe it at all, "Master Qian said he just met him, how could he be sick?"
Eunuch Fu looked embarrassed, and Emperor Xuan immediately asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"
"Slave doesn't dare!"
Eunuch Fu said quickly, "I only vaguely heard that the king had a quarrel with Master Qian before he took leave, and then he never left the city again."
"Fighting? What's the reason for the quarrel?"
Emperor Xuan looked like he was asking for the truth. Eunuch Fu did not dare to hide anything and reported Master Qian's words truthfully.
"Your Majesty, I guess the county prince doesn't like Master Qian's work, but he can't get rid of Master Qian, so he gave up his choice."
Seeing Emperor Xuan's face getting worse and worse, Eunuch Fu whispered to persuade him.
Emperor Xuan ignored him, but looked at Zhezi's face getting darker and darker.
"The man surnamed Qian used rice soup to make porridge and water to make medicine. He was obviously providing disaster relief, but people were dying of hunger and freezing every day. This is simply unbelievable."
Yanhuai is not sick, he just gave up his job.
Moreover, the person surnamed Qian also said that this was a commonly used method, which shows that they had always done this in disaster relief in the past.
Emperor Xuan naturally knew that the people sent to provide disaster relief would use tricks. As long as they did not go too far, he would turn a blind eye. But now that the refugees are rioting outside the capital, no one can suppress it except Yanhuai, and Yanhuai Because of Mr. Qian's 'routine', he gave up his choice.
I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to execute only one Mr. Qian in this matter.
The courtiers in the court all have sharper noses than dogs. The details in the next two days will inevitably revolve around disaster relief in Cangzhou and Linzhou. He not only has to give an explanation to the refugees outside the capital, but also to the courtiers.
Emperor Xuan clenched the fold in his hand and gritted his teeth with hatred.
How come this matter never ends?
It's just the New Year, why can't you get along with him as the emperor?
Emperor Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. Then he ordered Eunuch Fu, "Go and call the Qintian Supervisor Zheng to come."
Eunuch Fu immediately agreed and trotted out to announce the decree.
Emperor Xuan paced back and forth in the imperial study, and finally went to the imperial desk and wrote the imperial edict.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Master Qian, who was kneeling outside the palace, received the order.
When he heard the decree stating that he would be dismissed and investigated, Mr. Qian suddenly softened and his expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed to plead guilty, but no one listened to his argument. They took off the flower feather on his head, took off his official uniform, and dragged him into the prison of the minister of Dali Temple.
The news quickly reached Yanhuai's ears, but Yanhuai didn't look excited, and his eyes were full of coldness.
What kind of master can a little minister of household affairs do?
He's not in charge!
The Minister of Hubu is the person he wants to deal with.
