Han Mo walked to the door, looked at the group of officials, frowned and said, "I am Han Mo, are you looking for me?"

As soon as Han Mo came out, the group of officials stopped making noise, but stood respectfully and saluted one after another. The official in the front said respectfully: "General Han, the lower official Fan Xian, the magistrate of Susong County, led officials of all sizes and big and small Susong County to ask General Han for help!"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes and realized that these guys were officials from the Fan family in the west...

The disaster was not only affected by the two counties in the He family, but also the Fan family was affected by Susong County. Since the disaster relief grain has arrived, Han Mo naturally knew that the Fan family must come to distribute some food.

He walked up, hugged his fists and said, "It turned out to be County Magistrate Fan, but I don't know who wants to kill you. How can I save you?"

Fan Xian glanced at He Yin, who looked a little ugly, and said respectfully to Han Mo: "General Han, can you speak with one step?"

Han Mo pondered slightly, nodded, and walked to the secluded place with Fan Xian. He Yin's face looked even more ugly. He took two steps toward this side and stretched his head, as if he wanted to listen to what the two of them said.

Han Mo glanced at He Yin and said without waiting for Fan Xian to speak, "Treasurer He, aren't you going to ask the county magistrate for food release? The people outside the city are hungry, but they can't delay. What are you waiting for?"

He Yin said, "Yes!" Frowning, he got on the horse, turned around and looked at Han Mo and Fan Xian. Seeing Han Mo's sharp eyes staring at him, he couldn't help but feel cold and slapped away.

"Did County Magistrate Fan come to ask for food?" Han Mo stared at Fan Xian and asked lightly.

Fan Xian whispered: "Son-in-law, food is not a problem. The old lady in Beijing personally sent a letter to Yicheng. The four western counties have prepared enough food, and the victims are not short of food for a while!"

Fan Xian called "son-in-law", which made Han Mo feel a little intimate. However, at this time, he could not trust the Fan family easily. After all, the marriage was not completed and the alliance between the Han and Fan families was not officially concluded. Who knows what the Fan family had made privately at this time?

However, Fan Xian admitted that the four western counties had sufficient food and that the victims did not lack food, so he was still quite relieved.

After seeing the tragic scenes of the victims, Han Mo felt extremely unbearable. He really didn't want to imagine that the victims in Yichun County were so tragic.

"The old lady is a loving old man, so she naturally doesn't want to see the victims suffer." Han Mo nodded slightly. Han Mo still respected the smart old lady of the Fan family from the bottom of his heart.

Fan Xian also showed respect on his face.

"Since County Magistrate Fan was not here to ask for food, he didn't know what was going on to lead many officials here to find Han Mo?" Han Mo pondered for a while before asking, "Isn't it just here to tell me that you don't lack food?"

Fan Xian immediately said solemnly: "Son-in-law, we don't lack food, but we don't want food!"

"What does this mean?"

"Son-in-law, do you come to this warehouse to know how much grain there is in this warehouse?" Fan Xian asked softly.

Han Mo frowned and said, "What are you asking about this?"

Fan Xian said seriously: "If the son-in-law doesn't say it, the official also knows that the maximum amount of food in this warehouse is no more than 100,000 kilograms of food!"

Han Mo smiled faintly, but Fan Xian's estimate was still much higher than the grain storage in the warehouse. If he knew that there were only 30,000 kilograms of grain left here, he would have looked like he would have.

"You seem to know the situation here very well." Han Mo smiled and said, "What does Magistrate Fan want to say to me?"

Fan Xian lowered his voice and said, "Before the Dachang River broke the dike, the He family had already started to mobilize the warehouses and grains from the three eastern counties. The following officials estimated that it was at least one million kilograms, but...these grains suddenly disappeared!"

Han Mo said calmly and smiled: "Magistrate Fan knows where this food is?"

Fan Xian laughed and said, "My son-in-law is joking. If the officials knew about it, they would have submitted a memorandum long ago, so there would be no need to come here."

Han Mo smiled faintly and did not speak.

"The officials came here to report to my son-in-law. The He family is very tricky, and there must be ulterior motives behind it. My son-in-law is here, so be careful in everything." Fan Xian said softly: "If you use the people of our Fan family, as long as you send someone to say something, we must let the sending..."

Han Mo stared at Fan Xian with a calm face, suddenly showed a strange smile, and whispered: "Magistrate Fan, do you think I will investigate this matter?"

Fan Xian was stunned and saw Han Mo laughing strangely, but he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Han Mo leaned closer to Fan Xian's ears: "I know your Fan family and the He family are mortal enemies, but when I go back, I tell the Fan clan members that I must not treat me as a weapon against the He family, so I will be very unhappy... Even if I want to investigate some things, it is not for your Fan family. Remember me if I say anything?"

Fan Xian nodded involuntarily, but immediately woke up and said, "Son-in-law, you... you misunderstood, the lower-ranking official... the lower-ranking official has no meaning. The lower-ranking official is the son-in-law of our entire Fan clan. We... how can we use the son-in-law? It's really... it's the old lady who ordered that on the ground in Yichun, the son-in-law is weak, and our Fan family should help us with all our strength... The lower-ranking official is true and we will never dare to deceive!"

Han Mo sighed lightly and said, "Magistrate Fan, I also hope that you are all the words that represent the Fan clan from the bottom of your heart. If the old lady really explained this, Han Mo would definitely thank the old lady himself after returning to Beijing." After pausing, he said softly: "I inform the Fan clan that if the family wants to continue, it is not just the people of your clan, but the aristocratic clans of your Fan clan, and countless people are the foundation for the survival of the aristocratic clans. You treat the disaster victims well, that is the foundation for your own kindness... Just care about your own clan, regardless of the lives and death of the people, it is really not worth the loss... You Fan clan has many knowledgeable people. This principle is much better than me, a young boy, but sometimes the authorities are confused..."

Fan Xian said solemnly: "I will take my son-in-law back to Yicheng!"

Han Mo smiled slightly and lowered his voice and said, "The strength of the aristocratic family lies in its power. If your Fan family has a lot of food and can deal with local disaster victims, you might as well take this opportunity to help a group of disaster victims in the three eastern counties... maybe there will be a lot of gains..."

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and thoughtful, and suddenly clasped his fists and said, "I will take this back to Yicheng without missing a word!" After a pause, he said, "He Xue is cunning and changeable, and Situ Jing is even more like him. My aunt is on their territory, be careful, the official will say goodbye first, and take care of me!"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Thank you." He paused and asked, "Don't you fight for this food?"

Fan Xian said solemnly: "I'm not hiding my son-in-law, we Fan clan will fight for many things. But the head of the family once said that even if we should fight, our Fan clan will fight for things without frowning, but some things we shouldn't fight for... we will let go. These are all food for disaster relief. If it is controlled by the He family, our Fan family will fight for it with all their strength. However, if the son-in-law is in control, it will definitely be used on the victims. Our Fan family will not fight for such things...!"

The head of the Fan family is naturally Fan Yunao, the Minister of War.

Han Mo was slightly stunned. He could not have thought that Fan Yunao was also a very kind and righteous person in his heart, and he immediately felt a little respect for his future father-in-law.

Although the Fan family’s true intentions are unknown, the Fan family voluntarily gave up the fight for the first batch of disaster relief grains, which means that there is a real benevolence and righteousness. Under such circumstances, it is extremely rare for a huge family to make concessions.

If we really want to fight, the Fan family can certainly transfer a batch of food from this batch of food, which will make the victims in the east even more lack food, which can even cause greater panic among the victims in the east.

The Fan family gave up voluntarily, which was a rare opportunity to attack the He family for the sake of the disaster victims. Although Han Mo felt it was a bit unbelievable, he would rather believe that Fan Yunao and the old lady had such a spirit. From a certain perspective, the Fan family would not suffer any losses in the consequences of doing so, but would increase the prestige of their family.

After Fan Xian led the officials away, Han Mo returned to the warehouse. Xue Shao was arranging soldiers to set up defenses, while the other two deputy generals were instructing everyone to move the grain into the warehouse.

Halfway through the afternoon, He Yin came slowly, brought Situ Jing's instructions, and transferred 20,000 kilograms of grain from the warehouse, and distributed them to cook porridge everywhere to save the people.

Han Mo saw it personally, and even watched 20,000 kilograms of grain send out from the warehouse, calling He Yin, and said in a sequel: "Treasurer He, as long as one of these grains is not used for disaster relief, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He Yin said calmly: "General Han, don't worry, this is the matter of the subordinates. How dare you not do your best?"

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Although Chunyuan does not cover a very large area, it is also the largest manor in Xichun County. It is divided into many courtyards, one of which is extremely quiet, which is He Xuezhi's study.

In the study, no one could come to disturb him at will without He Xuezhi's permission.

There is also a small room in the study room, which is very simple, just a chess room. There is a warm jade square table in the room. The smooth jade table is clearly carved with nineteen straight lines, and 361 Go boards at intersections. These straight lines are painted with blood-red colors. The red lines and the white jade table complement each other, which are extremely conspicuous.

The chess pieces were made of black jade and jadeite stone respectively, with clear colors, but the chess players were He Xuezhi and Situ Jing. In addition to them, there was a chess viewer next to them. He was about forty years old, with a face like a crown jade, elegant in appearance, wearing a navy blue brocade dress and a blue beard under his jaw. At this time, he was stroking his beard to watch the chess, smiling without saying a word.

"The uncle is superb chess skills, and Situ Jing is not an opponent. It seems that only Mr. Xu can play chess with the uncle in Yichun County!" Situ Jing looked at He Xuezhi with a flattering smile on her face, full of awe, which is very different from the appearance of the officials and gentry in front of others.

He Xuezhi's fat face was filled with a smile, he put down the chess piece, and his eyes narrowed into slits: "Brother Situ is polite, I will not let the chess next time."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Situ Jing laughed and said, "It's true that he is not as skilled as a human being, so he must not let the chess!"

Mr. Xu stroked his beard and smiled: "The county magistrate is also very skilled in chess skills, but the lord is well versed in the ways of changing, which is hard for me to reach."

He Xuezhi waved his hand and said, "Mr. Xu is a humble man. I am not as good as him... I still know this very well." Seeing Mr. Xu's expression, he really had a very respectful look.

A look of doubt flashed in Situ Jing's eyes. He had known Mr. Xu for a long time and knew that Mr. Xu was He Xuezhi's aide. If he was not the county magistrate, it would be difficult to see him.

In Yichun County, not many people can attract He Xuezhi, but only Mr. Xu is probably the only one who can give He Xuezhi a respect.

However, Situ Jing knew very little about anything except that Mr. Xu's surname was "Xu" and was He Xuezhi's aide.

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