After coming out of the school, a cold wind gust made Wang Ning'an shrink his shoulders and a chill surged from his bones.

He did not believe Ouyang Xiu's promise. In fact, when he learned that hundreds of thousands of victims had not yet settled, Wang Ning'an knew that a huge wave had arrived.

Even if Bao Zheng, Ouyang Xiu and others don’t want to make trouble, will the Jia Xianggong of Daming Mansion stand by and watch? That shameless old man has always coveted the position of the Privy Councilor. If he doesn’t take this opportunity to defeat Xia Shu, it is simply an insult to his IQ!

Moreover, Wang Ning'an felt that it was Jia Changchao who was behind the scenes, which made the disaster victims so difficult.

Anyway, no matter what, the people are the most innocent. If you can compete for one point, you will be one point. If you can save one more person, you will be alone. After all, Hebei is also the foundation of the Wang family. For the sake of public and private, you cannot stand idly by.

...

Near May, the weather in Bianjing was early and extremely hot. It didn't rain for a month, and the fields were thirsty and cracked. The people carried the Dragon Prince, ran barefoot, begging for rain everywhere, which was so pitiful.

But the folks did not affect all the relatives of the current dynasty. Since the morning court came, Han Qi invited Fu Bi to the mansion to talk, and the best dragon and phoenix tundra tea, the cold watermelon, the red flesh, and the black seeds were drawn from the well water, which looked very beautiful.

Fu Bi ate a slice gracefully and then put it down.

"Brother Gansuo, you asked me to come over. Could it be to taste tea and eat watermelon?"

Han Qi touched his mouth and said dryly: "Brother Yan Guo, we are not playing tricks. You heard that Chen Zhizhong's house caught fire yesterday, and three houses were burned."

"Oh?" Fu Bi was stunned, "Why didn't you hear it? Today, Chen Xiang was chatting and laughing, unlike when he had just suffered a fire."

Han Qi laughed loudly, "Brother Yan Guo is indeed a gentleman. Chen Zhizhong has no face to promote it, but it will be known to everyone soon. By the way, Brother Yan Guo, do you know the reason for the fire?"

Fu Bi shook his head.

"It's worshiping the heavens!" Han Qi sneered coldly: "The Prime Minister, in the face of natural disasters, could not come up with any ideas. He actually set up an altar at home and invited a large group of Taoist monks to recite scriptures and pray for blessings. But he actually left the water and burned his own house. Why did you tell him to lick his old face and talk to outsiders!"

Fu Bi was shocked. Han Qi would not tell lies. Since this is true, Chen Zhizhong's position as a corpse, which is really disappointing.

He suddenly woke up. Han Qi called himself over. Could it be that he was going to kill Chen Zhizhong?

Seeing that his old friend was shocked, Han Qi was even more proud and said in a slight manner, "Brother Yanguo, I will tell you one more thing. Zheng Xiang and Li Zhongshi, who were responsible for supervising the construction of the Liuta River, exhausted thousands of civilians to death in order to catch up with the project progress. They were worried that the matter would be exposed, so they piled dead bodies in the valley and prevented outsiders from knowing. It is really lawless to take human lives into consideration!"

Fu Bi was even more surprised. Zheng Xiang turned out to be the transshipment envoy of Hebei East Road. Because Wang Ze rebelled, he blamed Jia Changchao. As a result, Jia Xiang passed the disaster safely. Zheng Xiang was demoted. He was originally going to drive him to Guangdong and Guangxi. Xia Feng came forward to recommend Zheng Xiang to make meritorious contributions and work with Li Zhongshi to supervise the construction of the Liuta River and lead the Yellow River back to the old way.

Zheng Xiang is from Xia Shu, and Li Zhongshi was recommended by Chen Zhizhong.

Everyone said that Han Qi was bold. When he saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary. He actually had the idea of ​​beating the husbands of both the East and the West at the same time. Fu Bi didn't know what to say.

...

Just as these two husbands were thinking about how to attack, their "pig teammate" Ouyang Xiu actually took action first.

At the end of April, a slaughter from Cangzhou was delivered to Zhao Zhen through the Yintai Division.

The Yintai Department is a very special yamen. It should have been a branch province, but its organization is also a Privy Council... It is a bit of a slightest sense that both sides are not easy to control. Because of this, the Yintai Department can avoid the East and West governments and go directly to the Heavenly Ting.

Ouyang Xiu's thick thorns describe the situation of the Six Arts School in detail. Zhao Zhen saw it with relish and couldn't help but praise Chen Lin: "The drunkard worked tirelessly and cultivated talents for the country. I really deserve a lot of rewards. I want to transfer him back to the capital and take over the Hanlin Academy, and use his righteousness as an example for scholars in the world."

Chen Lin's old face smiled brightly, "It is naturally good to use saints to shine thousands of miles, and it is natural to hire talents. However, the Six Arts Academy has just started, and the old slave is afraid that the drunkard will not miss Shu, so he is unwilling to return to Beijing."

This is the art of speaking. You can’t say that the emperor is wrong, you can only push the responsibility to the drunkard.

Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled, saying that he was too hasty.

He turned it patiently, and at the end, a roll of rice paper suddenly fell out. Zhao Zhen was curiously unfolded. It turned out to be a painting with four words "How difficult people's livelihood" written on it. There were a few lines of small characters on the side, describing the reason for the painting... Students from all over Hebei gathered in Six Arts and talked about the difficulties of people's livelihood. Ouyang Xiu, from Cangzhou to Daming Mansion, witnessed the tragedy, was shocked, so he did not dare to hide it. He reached the heavens...

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and turned his eyes to the picture. Suddenly, he felt his eyes sting and he unconsciously approached the picture and looked carefully... The people in ragged clothes, leaning on crutches, carrying bamboo baskets, holding broken bowls in their hands, begging passers-by, but no one would give them something, because once they were given one, everyone else would pounce on them.

Only those human traffickers will be proud and smiled through the crowd. When they like a child, they will pay for it. A small bag of flour can be exchanged for two teenage girls, mothers who bid farewell to their daughter, fathers who hold sick children, and child crying on the ground... Every scene hurts Zhao Zhen's heart, and the kind emperor can't help but shed tears.

"Parent Chen, is this my country and my people?"

Chen Lin rubbed the old man's eyes. When he saw this picture, he knew that things were going on...

"The old slave dare not hide it. Although the Holy Emperor works hard to govern, there are always natural disasters, which have been the case since ancient times. The official does not need to be too sad and issue an order for the local officials to comfort them."

Zhao Zhen stared at the picture and shook his head.

"No, Zuiweng said that he was from Cangzhou to Daming Prefecture. The situation he saw was that there was no major disaster in Hebei this year, only... only last year the Yellow River broke its mouth!"

Zhao Zhen suddenly became stern, "Can they say that the disaster last year has not settled down this year? What are they doing?"

The emperor was angry and trusted his ministers and gave them the highest salary. Every New Year holiday, he would be meticulous in his care, but did they repay themselves in this way?

Zhao Zhen immediately issued an order, and not long after, all the ministers of the two palaces were called over.

Rarely, Zhao Zhen did not look kind. After bowing and bowing, Zhao Zhen asked Chen Lin to send the picture to Chen Zhizhong.

"Look at it."

Only the three words "non-salty" and "non-slight" were not salty, Chen Zhi's center sank. He took it and took it for a few glances, and his whole body trembled.

"The old minister is incompetent. I beg your Majesty to punish him." Chen Zhizhong was a bachelor and directly accepted.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen was not so easy to fool. "If you punish me, you can save the people from water and fire. Even if you punish me, you will be fined!" The implication is that, don't say such nonsense, give me something useful.

Chen Zhi was upset, so he could only look at Xia Shu and thought to himself that you should stand up. You can't just let me hold on. You are the real master!

Although Xia Shu was helpless, he had guessed that it would be today since the Yellow River broke, so he was not too anxious.

"Your Majesty, the Yellow River breaks its dam, the disaster is extraordinary. The local governments do their best, but they still have no efforts, but... they will improve soon."

"Is Xianggong Xia able to do it?" Zhao Zhen said curiously.

"Report to Your Majesty, most of the Liuta River has been completed, and within this year, it will be closed. At that time, the Yellow River will be restored to its old path, and the young and strong laborers can return to their homes, and the displaced people will have a place to settle down."

"So that's it." Zhao Zhen thought, "Xia Aiqing, life is at stake, you can't take it lightly!"

Xia Qian nodded quickly, Nuonuo agreed, but he felt relieved, but someone didn't want him to pass easily.

Han Qi suddenly stood up, "What Xia Xianggong said is very true, but there are so many people, most of them, including the weak, women and children. Can they last until the end of the year? Can the court abandon it? It will be punished by God if it is ignored!

Xia Feng's face changed, "Mr. Han, what do you want?"

"The people are the most important, and the country is the next. The disaster situation is extraordinary. The previous methods are not enough. Now the imperial treasury is empty, and there are still two months left before summer grain. In order to help the people overcome difficulties, ministers who are familiar with the disaster situation in Hebei should be sent to the local area, raise food, and provide pensions to the people."

Zhao Zhen nodded happily, "Han Aiqing, who do you think can take on this important task?"

Han Qi said seriously: "I recommend Xia Xianggong. He first advocated Liutahe and was once judged by Daming Mansion. He has rich experience and great virtue. He is the best candidate."

The enthusiastic words unknowingly pushed Xia Feng to the edge of the cliff, and he couldn't help but jump or not.

Awesome, Mr. Han!
Chapter completed!