Chapter 020 The Prime Minister's Son and the Princess of the Dynasty
The next morning.
Wan Yankang squatted under the shade of a tree and watched for a while as the victims lined up not far away to sign up for work. Cao Zhong became more orderly after several people fell to the ground.
He held a branch and wrote and drew on the ground, sometimes frowning, sometimes lost in thought.
Chi Xi and Liang Ziong, the escorts and entourage, thought that the young prince was bored and scribbling. Little did he know that he was using equations to repeatedly calculate the upper limit of the number of people for disaster relief and the amount of food for disaster relief.
Although the behavior of those old, weak, women and children yesterday was really... unbearable, they cannot be left to starve to death.
It should be managed anyway.
The addition of an additional group of disaster victims that was missed in advance means that Anguo Temple's food reserves will be consumed faster.
You must make careful calculations and be aware of everything.
A fast horse galloped up, and smoke billowed on the official road.
The servant who was on horseback dismounted from his horse by the roadside and walked over quickly. He immediately fell to the ground and presented something with his hands: "Young prince!"
Wanyan Kang took it and looked at it. It turned out to be two oversized letters in the shape of envelopes.
The cover is made of white rice paper, about half a foot wide and about a foot long, with a two-finger-wide red strip stuck in the middle, which reads: Prince Zhao's Mansion Wan Yan Kang Qi.
Letter?
I'll go and Wanyan Kangxin will tell you who is so coquettish that a letter can be such a big deal. The letter cover of cheap dad Zhao Wang is only the size of a book.
He opened it casually and took it out. Inside were two pieces of paper, written in a few lines of small regular script.
One of them reads: I wanted to have a banquet with thousands of flowers and trees on the afternoon of August 11th, and the money was generous, but I was lucky, but he was too late to show up. - I hereby present it on the right, Zha Zi, the minister of law, ordered the government to make the country prosperous.
The content of the other one is similar, but the words are more reserved and condescending, and the signature is "Dianxiang Pavilion Hulan Holding Instrument".
It turned out to be not a letter, but an invitation.
However, for a dinner party, two people signed and solemnly issued invitations at the same time, which was a bit grand.
Wanyan Kang turned around and asked, "What's the date today?"
A guard replied respectfully: "Back to my young prince, today is August 8th."
I could barely understand the first invitation.
It was a young man named Da Xingguo who took the lead in hosting the dinner. The banquet was held in a restaurant called Hua Qianshu. He was probably a former friend of the group.
But the second invitation was a little confusing. The person who signed it was Ranxiangge Hulan...
Could it be a certain singer from a brothel in Zhongdu?
The romantic debt left behind by the guy from his predecessor?
There won't be an illegitimate child, right?
Wanyan Kang's head suddenly got big.
The most difficult thing to deal with in this world is the issue between men and women. Everything else is easy to deal with.
Wan Yankang frowned and thought for a while, then waved to Chi Xi, "General Chi Xi, please help me take a look."
Chi Xi didn't think much about it. He took it and glanced at it and said solemnly: "It's Her Royal Highness Wanyan Hulan, Princess of Qi Kingdom, and Da Xingguo, the legitimate son of Shangshu Lingfu. The two of them jointly invited the young prince to a banquet!"
Shangshu Ling? Princess of Qi Kingdom?
The son of the prime minister of the dynasty and the princess of the dynasty held a banquet, no wonder it was so grand.
Wanyan Kang put his hand on his forehead and actually mistook the noble princess as a woman with fireworks. Fortunately, he had calmed down enough just now and didn't talk nonsense.
Otherwise, the embarrassment will be huge.
However, he did not inquire further about the specific information of Princess Daxing or Qi.
He didn't even ask for the name of "Ranxiang Pavilion" which he was very curious about.
Deliberately understanding it will reveal your flaws, so it is better to just let nature take its course.
But the servant who delivered the letter bowed down again and said, "Please reply to the letter from the young prince!"
That means you have to give an accurate answer as to whether you will go or not.
Damn it, there are so many problems with just eating...
Wanyan Kang was speechless. How could he write a reply letter in this specific format? He had never seen it before.
He subconsciously turned his back and looked around for the little monk Juekong, but couldn't find him.
He glanced at Chi Xi again and felt that he didn't even have the word "officer". After a slight hesitation, he looked at Liang Ziwen, a master of civil and military affairs, and smiled: "Old Grandmaster, could you please help me write a reply letter? It doesn't have to be too complicated, just say
I just keep to the appointment on time."
"I obey!" Liang Ziweng did not refuse.
Wanyan Kang didn't want to attend this kind of sterile aristocratic coterie gathering. It just meant drinking, bragging, reciting a few romantic poems, and complimenting each other. There were several meanings.
Besides, he had just traveled through time and was still a bit afraid of society.
It's not that he is shy, but it's mainly because he has no memory of his previous life and is not familiar with these people. If he talks too much and talks too little... he gets himself and the cheap daddy King Zhao into trouble, so why bother.
But he suddenly remembered that these noble children might be able to help him raise money for disaster relief, so he changed his mind.
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At noon, more and more victims were pouring in from the official road towards the mountain pass. A rough estimate showed that there must be at least four to five hundred people.
Chi Xi's face was solemn.
This is the third day of official disaster relief.
The number of victims has reached 1,600 to 700. At this rate, it may not take even half a month for the number of victims to reach 10,000!
Next, another notice was posted at Yamashita, specifically recruiting handymen, cooks, helpers, etc. for the old, weak, women and children who had lost their young strength. The upper limit of the number was tentatively set at 500.
According to Wanyan Kang's instructions, the two registration points were set up on separate sides, far apart, and guarded by soldiers.
This also prevents someone from becoming unbalanced and causing trouble.
On the other side, the work-for-work relief program for young victims went smoothly, with a total of more than 390 people successfully recruited.
After these people were registered, the temple gave them some simple meals, and under the supervision of the soldiers, they began to build camps on the plains on both sides of the mountain pass.
Also dig drainage ditches and public toilets.
Although there is no rain now, if it rains in the future and the mountains and rivers flow down, it will be okay if there is no drainage facility.
The houses are actually rows of regular but simple awnings with four pillars buried deep in the ground and covered with a layer of branches, thatch and reeds.
Temporary camps and construction of buildings that are too permanent are neither realistic nor necessary.
There is no shortage of wood in the mountains, and these young men are working hard for themselves and working hard. I believe it will be completed in a few days.
About a hundred meters away from Qingzhuang Camp, there is an abandoned village at the foot of the mountain.
Although most of the houses in the village collapsed, they could barely be inhabited with some repairs. The key was that the soldiers also found two wells in the village, which were vital water sources.
Wan Yankang decided to place the old, weak, women and children here, not only the old and weak, but also the young and strong family members.
It also serves as a logistics supply base for this disaster relief.
To prevent accidents, at least 30% of Chixi's soldiers were stationed in the village.
One is to protect supplies, and the other is to protect the elderly and the weak.
At the entrance of the village, dozens of earthen stoves were set up, with large iron pots set up to boil water for cooking. A group of people were very busy.
Most of the people who signed up to serve as cooks were the elderly and women from that special group who lost their strength. They could only survive by working on their own in exchange for food rations. If Wanyan Kang hadn't given him this opportunity, they would have died in two or three days at most.
this.
Some children and women were also selected to go to the mountain behind Anguo Temple to collect the bark of elm, pine, birch and willow trees. Of course, it would be better if they could collect wild vegetables.
There is nothing at the bottom of the mountain, the victims are like locusts passing through, and there is rarely even a root of grass.