Chapter 166: Trial of Zhao Yingcai, blood letter of all people

"You can continue to make trouble, and you can wait to die."

This sentence deeply penetrated into the hearts of all the refugees present.

In an instant, they became hesitant and at a loss.

Some refugees subconsciously looked at the city gate and wanted to rush into the city.

But at this time, there were more than 500 people guarding the city gate with weapons, and the security was tight.

The atmosphere at the scene became a little weird. Some people wanted to riot, some looked guilty, and some were terrified.

"Lord Governor, save us!"

Suddenly, someone knelt down and screamed miserably.

Fang Yuan looked over and saw that it was the old woman who thanked him on the first day.

As the old woman knelt down, more refugees knelt down and begged Fang Yuan to save them.

He who originally had other ideas, looked struggling for a moment, then knelt down and begged Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan frowned, looking at the dark refugees kneeling down, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

I thought there would be some conflicts today, but I never thought it would turn out like this.

Could it be that my heart is too dark, so I think about the refugees in front of me in such a dark way?

Kneeling down was like a wave, one after another. In the end, more than 30,000 refugees knelt down, begging Fang Yuan to save them.

"Get up, everyone get up!"

"The only one who can save you is yourself!"

Fang Yuan choked up.

Walk quickly to the old woman.

Compared with last time, the old woman's condition is much better.

The first time I saw her, she smelled bad and there was a lot of mud on her body.

When we met again, she no longer smelled bad and her clothes had changed into new ones.

Most of these refugees had time to pack their luggage, and most of them brought some clothes.

It’s just that we ran out of money and ran out of food, and finally ended up in this situation.

"Lord Governor, please teach us."

The old woman held Fang Yuan's hand tightly and choked with sobs.

Her cloudy eyes were filled with tears and a desire for life.

"Lord Governor, please teach us."

More voices sounded.

The refugees all hope to survive.

No one wants to die if they can live.

Even if it means surviving, it is still better than dying.

"Get up and I'll teach you!"

Fang Yuan looked at the old woman and helped him up, choking.

The plan was successful, but instead of feeling happy, I felt a little guilty.

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Chang'an City, Tai Chi Palace, morning dynasty.

"Has the Ministry of Household Affairs made preparations for disaster relief food?"

Li Shimin looked at Tang Jian, the Minister of Household Affairs, with a straight face and asked.

This is the third time he has asked the Ministry of Household Affairs about the situation of disaster relief food.

Everything should be done within three times. If the problem cannot be solved after three inquiries, there is no need to worry about the relationship between the king and his ministers.

"Your Majesty, I have collected ten thousand dan and can allocate funds at any time."

Tang Jian stood up and said respectfully.

"Dial it now!"

Li Shimin ordered.

Finally, I collected enough 10,000 shi.

Although ten thousand dan is not much, it can last for a while.

After enough new food is prepared, allocate it a second time.

There is no way, food is too tight now, there is still a war on the front line, and food is very scarce.

"Yes."

Tang Jian returned to his original position.

At this time, a middle-aged man came out from behind Tang Jian.

"Your Majesty, I am impeaching Zhao Yingcai, the governor of Langzhou, for using his advance knowledge of the collapse of the Yellow River dam to buy a large amount of grain at a low price and trying to sell it at a high price!"

"I also found out that this person took advantage of his position to form gangs and had improper dealings with many governors and county magistrates in Shannan Province. I and the officials have arrested him and taken him to Chang'an City."

Cui Zhentang, the Minister of Household Affairs, stood up and said.

After the words fell, the expressions of the ministers changed.

At this time, there must be many aristocratic families purchasing grain at low prices without knowing the risks.

However, there are relatively few officials who purchase grain in person, and they all have scruples, fearing that they will be found out and lose their official positions.

Moreover, Daolang Prefecture in Shannan is far away from Chang'an City, so it is strange enough to find this. Anyone who is interested will know that the matter is not simple.

"The evidence is conclusive?"

Li Shimin frowned slightly and said.

He knew Zhao Yingcai, but he didn't know much about him. He just knew that he was Fang Yuan's noble person.

Fang Yuan is currently providing disaster relief in Liaozhou, but as a nobleman of Fang Yuan, he is buying low and selling high in Langzhou?

It doesn’t make sense, right?

Therefore, Li Shimin also subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"The evidence is conclusive!"

"It can be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple for review!"

Cui Zhentang said calmly.

Faced with the strange looks of many ministers, he remained calm and composed.

He also had a faint smile, confident and steady, and his eyebrows were filled with pride.

"Then pay..."

Li Shimin pondered for a moment and then made a decision.

If something is wrong, the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple will conduct a review to find out.

As long as the evidence is conclusive, even if someone deliberately targets Zhao Yingcai, Zhao Yingcai deserves it the most.

But before he could say anything, he saw Li Junxian running towards him urgently outside the Tai Chi Palace, so he paused his speech.

When the officials saw this, they turned back curiously to look at Li Junxian, who was running in a panic.

During the morning court, if something is not particularly important, it cannot be interrupted like this.

"Report!"

"The blood of thousands of people in Liaozhou!"

Li Junxian touched the sweat on his forehead and said urgently.

Only then did everyone see that he was holding a large white bloody cloth in his hand.

"What?"

Li Shimin suddenly exclaimed.

Even the ministers present were shocked.

The blood letter written by thousands of people still comes from Liaozhou, which is currently providing disaster relief.

What happened that they didn't know about?

"Hit, open!"

Li Shimin's voice was trembling.

Cui Zhentang, who was standing in front, frowned and stepped aside.

An eunuch immediately left the scene and took the big white cloth from Li Junxian's hand.
To be continued...