An old man in an official robe walked in the city, followed by a group of officials.

The old man looked up at the scorching sun, frowned deeply and said, "Why do you feel that the sun here is particularly hot?"

An official behind him gasped and said, "Prime Minister, there is little water source for thousands of miles, so it will naturally become hot."

The Prime Minister looked up at the scorching sun and murmured: "How could a drought happen for no reason? This big day is so hot again. Is it really a natural disaster?"

The official behind him wiped his forehead sweat and said, "Prime Minister, please think of a solution quickly. Now we have fewer relief food and water."

The Prime Minister said calmly: "Just transfer it again, and we must survive this drought anyway."

The official behind him hesitated for a moment and said, "Prime Minister, the memorial for applying for relief from Huoye has been handed over long ago, but it has been rejected."

The prime minister's face turned cold and shouted, "Who rejected it?"

"Tingweis!"

The prime minister looked moved and said, "Legalist Li Si, what did he say?"

The official bent over and whispered: "Tingwei said that everything in the country has laws and regulations, and it should follow the laws. Even if disaster relief is provided, there are laws and regulations. We must never allocate endless money and food."

The Prime Minister immediately shouted angrily: "Huang Miu! Now a county is in disaster. How can we still obey those death methods?!"

"Amitabha~" A Buddha's name suddenly rang.

A chubby monk walked out, his hands folded, and his face was filled with compassion.

Everyone looked at the fat monk.

The fat monk came over, put his hands together and bowed, and said, "The Zen Fawu has met the Prime Minister."

The prime minister said, "Chun disciple, what are you doing here?"

Fawu was compassionate to the heavens and the people said: "The south has a severe drought, and the people are living in poverty. My Zen family is compassionate and feels sympathetic. Come and see if it can be helpful."

The Prime Minister said bluntly: "If you want to help, it is best to support some money and food. You don't need to pretend to be a hypocritical person here."

Fawu smiled awkwardly and said, "My Zen family is a place for the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty and there is no money or food. However, I have a good idea."

The Prime Minister glanced at Fawu contemptuously and said, "What good idea can you have?"

Fawu said seriously: "Prime Minister, I can make the relief money and food several times more."

The Prime Minister hurriedly asked, "What's the solution? Tell me quickly?"
Chapter completed!