Dragging his old and tired body, Feng Bao was busy until late at night.
Do your duty.
Under the illumination of a red candle as thick as his arm, he used his presbyopic eyes to pick out the important memorials approved by the cabinet, waiting to be handed over to the emperor for inspection tomorrow, and he put away the unimportant memorials.
It wasn't until the official documents were processed that Feng Bao stood up, rubbed his painful waist and walked outside the hall, intending to stretch his muscles.
At this moment.
The imperial eunuch hurriedly sent the imperial edict. Looking at this imperial edict, Feng Bao couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he knocked on the table and began to ponder.
"Shen Lie..."
The choice of this disaster relief ambassador is indeed a bit strange.
It took a lot of effort.
Even if Shen Lie can't do it, if he really wants to cause some trouble, isn't there still a grand master standing behind him? He should be given some face by the superiors and subordinates.
Think about this.
Feng Bao hurriedly stamped the jade seal and ordered someone to send the imperial edict back. Then he stood in the yard and looked at the brightly lit Cining Palace not far away, separated by a wall.
Feng Bao began to worry, thinking that the Queen Mother also stayed up all night.
"Your Majesty...hey."
A long sigh.
Feng Bao left the Supervisor of Ceremonies and walked to the hut where he lived, muttering to himself: "The Bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust."
Whispering.
It's dawn.
Shen Liecai hurriedly returned home with the imperial edict in mind. In the inner house, his wife and concubines, who had also stayed up all night, had been waiting for a long time.
See the master come back home.
Zhang Jingxiu hurriedly asked the maids to heat up the food, prepare hot water, and asked Yun'er to help the master bathe and change clothes, and take a nap in the bedroom.
After a while.
Inner house.
"Ambassador for Disaster Relief?"
Yun'er held the imperial edict in her hands, her pretty face showing a bit of confusion, and then she touched her head in a naive manner. She couldn't understand the meaning of this errand.
Zhang Jingxiu was shocked and couldn't help but complained softly: "Your Majesty...are you being treated like a mule?"
Shen Lie, who was drinking porridge, was speechless and quickly said a few words of comfort. Don't talk about these things now that the disaster is coming. Let's get over the current situation first.
On the other side of Jiubian, Li Rusong, Ma Lin and other generals are still waiting to send troops. The rear areas in the capital, the Central Plains and even Shaanxi will not be in chaos.
Zhang Jingxiu responded and watched as Shen Lie took a shower and changed clothes, then ate something randomly, and the couple walked towards the bed.
Lying together on the bed.
Take a nap.
The heat of meeting again after a long absence burned in their hearts. After some tenderness, it was already noon when they woke up, and the couple hurriedly got up again.
Got dressed.
Rush to the porridge shed outside the city.
Riding a horse.
Passing by the crowded restaurants and teahouses, passing by the brothels and brothels on Liutiao Street, I listened to the melodious sounds coming from the first-class brothels through the deep courtyard walls.
Such a drunken dream.
Zhang Jingxiu muttered angrily: "Are these people... deluded?"
This is a joke waiting to be seen!
Shen Lie smiled slightly.
Not much to say.
An hour later.
outside the city.
The victims had food and drink, and lived in wooden shacks built along both sides of the road. Their hearts gradually became more at ease, and the troops assigned to Shen Lie by the emperor were also in place.
The Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, the Jinyi Guards, the East Factory...
The British Duke Zhang Xun, the commander of the Imperial Guard Zhang Jianxiu, and all the big shots gathered here, as well as the commander of the Tianjin Left Guard Bai Guangen, and several eunuchs and supervisors from the palace also came.
A group of people saluted Shen Lie at the disaster relief site beside the official road.
"See Imperial Envoy."
This scene.
Shen Lie shuddered and quickly returned the gift.
"Oh my dear mother!"
Looking at the serious fourth uncle and the British father Zhang Xun who was over seventy years old and trembling when he walked, Shen Lie broke into a cold sweat.
"Juniors don't dare."
You old man, please stop doing this, it will shorten my life!
Here, Shen Lie was still chatting with some big shots. Not far away, his beloved wife had already started talking to Miss Bai, and the two beauties also met somehow.
So the two girls started chatting on the side of the road. Shen Lie secretly watched, and it seemed that they were getting along quite well. The wife was leading the concubine, holding the slender hand of the outer room.
There was a smile on that bright and beautiful face, but Shen Lie always felt that the smile didn't seem sincere, and there was something hidden in the smile.
Of course.
Bai Zhenzhen is not ambiguous either.
This young lady has a delicate heart, and she has put down her pretense of being an official lady. Her bright red mouth seems to have been smeared with honey, coaxing the principal lady into smiling.
Shen Lie was secretly shocked.
aside.
Zhang Jianxiu coughed lightly and urged: "Don't delay... let's get down to business!"
Shen Lie quickly calmed down and walked over to help the British man, who had trouble walking, and walked into a wooden shed.
The entourage brought wild flower tea, and several big bosses sat down to discuss countermeasures. In fact, after ten years of the New Deal, both the Ministry of Revenue and the royal family's internal funds were very abundant.
There is a surplus of tens of millions of taels of silver, and there is no shortage of food in warehouses everywhere. It is not difficult to use some to provide relief to the victims.
But the adults didn't cooperate.
"Now!"
Then the British father-in-law stretched out his old bark-like fingers, knocked on the table hard, and sneered again and again: "Those scholars are just waiting to see our emperor's show...you boy, do your best!"
That look seems to be saying, the imperial party's face is all on you alone!
Shen Lie quickly responded: "Hey."
knew.
After discussing with some big guys for a while.
It was quickly agreed that the top priority was to allow these victims to return to their hometowns. Now tens of thousands of victims are blocked on the main transportation routes in and out of the capital.
What's going on?
Where does this put Ming's face? Isn't this sincerely giving eye drops to the emperor?
How can we let the victims go back to Shaanxi?
Thinking deeply.
Shen Lie came up with an idea: "We have to give the victims a sum of money, a few bags of food, no... we also have to give them a resettlement allowance, so that they can go back with peace of mind."
The British father-in-law and Zhang Jianxiu were stunned when they heard this, and quickly glared at Shen Lie, especially Zhang Xun, who was blowing his beard and glaring.
Isn't this nonsense?
The problem that can be solved with money and food still needs you, Mr. Shen, to be the imperial envoy. There are a total of 30,000 to 40,000 disaster victims here.
"How much money will this cost?"
The old Duke was heartbroken and gave a serious lesson: Don't always worry about the little money in the emperor's internal funds. It was the capital saved over the years.
"It can't be so expensive."
Amidst all the noise, Shen Lie hurriedly responded, dipped his fingers into the crude tea, and wrote a word on the table: "Donate."
Then the bosses became quiet.
pondering
Are the dignitaries in the capital willing to donate money?
Of course that would be unpleasant.
Two words.
No chance!
But Shen Lie smiled slightly again, bowed to his fourth uncle, and said softly: "Why did Mr. Zong Xian forget that last time..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Zhang Jianxiu suddenly came back to his senses, and two divine lights lit up in his eyes.
Yes!
What should I do if adults don’t want to donate money?
Shen Lie came over and said softly: "He has a good plan. I have a wall ladder, but it's still the same old method..."
Catch whoring!
This is definitely a panacea for treating the diseases of wealth and affluence, but only when adults are unwilling to cooperate and bleed.