671 Out of food, the emperor wants disaster relief
Just as Feng Qingchen thought, after hearing Tong Jue's report, Prince Su smiled and helped him up, saying, "Don't worry Feng Qingchen, he will handle this matter and will definitely give back to the victims."
justice.
Tong Jue has seen too many officials behave one way on the surface but behind the scenes. When Prince Su said this, he immediately looked disappointed. This was clearly a perfunctory statement, but he didn't expect Prince Su to turn around with a murderous look, which made people dare not
watch intently.
"Bring me the court clothes, I want to enter the palace."
Veteran generals on the battlefield risk their lives to fight, don't they just hope that the people can live and work in peace and contentment and avoid being affected by the war and being displaced, but those sons of bitches actually dare to do things to oppress the people under his eyes,
This is simply an irredeemable sin.
Prince Su entered the palace immediately. Tong Jue stood outside the door and watched Prince Su leave. Only when he could no longer see his shadow did Tong Jue turn around and walk out of the city.
No wonder the young lady knew so many high officials, but she only went to Prince Su, who didn't care about worldly affairs. It turned out that Prince Su, like the Crown Prince of Dongming, hated evil as much as hatred.
The young lady is right. As long as she tells the truth and tells Prince Su how the victims behaved at that time, Prince Su will take care of the matter. If Prince Su intervenes, what do they have to fear?
A small admiral of the Nine Sects is not worthy of carrying Prince Su's shoes.
Prince Su rushed into the palace and faced the emperor directly. Prince Su was not Zhai Dongming and Feng Qingchen. This was not outside the city but in the palace. Prince Su did not need to cover up the emperor's ugliness. Prince Su had no expression on his face.
The deeds of the officials were told one by one, and at the same time, they did not forget to mention the incident of the victims lying on the ground licking their white porridge.
Prince Su is definitely a down-to-earth person. He will never add jealousy or favor anyone. He only reflects the situation truthfully. But it was precisely because he knew Prince Su's style that the emperor was angry.
It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing.
Although the Nine Admirals were not the emperor's personal soldiers like the imperial guards, they were also the emperor's confidants. He did such a thing in the imperial city and was caught red-handed. It was really embarrassing.
"Don't worry, King Su. I will investigate this matter strictly and will never let them oppress the people. I will definitely give an explanation to the victims." The emperor was angry and assured immediately.
The snow disaster has made the emperor worried. In front of the desk, there are disaster situations in various places. More and more people have died due to the snow disaster, and the emperor's temper has become worse and worse.
Now, whoever is involved in the snow disaster will be in bad luck. Admiral Jiumen definitely did something bad with good intentions this time.
"Your Majesty is wise. With Your Majesty here we will surely survive this snow disaster." Prince Su knew better than Zhai Dongming how to advance and retreat. He would not blindly argue with the Emperor. After receiving the Emperor's promise, Prince Su immediately praised.
It is the junior officials below who make mistakes, and it is the emperor who punishes the officials who make mistakes. Of course, the emperor makes decisions for the people.
"I believe that my people will survive this snow disaster." The emperor's eyes were shining with determination. He would never admit defeat, even in the face of God.
Such a big snow disaster is rare in a hundred years, but he happened to encounter it. Coupled with the so-called "Winter Thunder" incident before, the people criticized him a lot. If the snow disaster is not handled well, then he will definitely lose the support of the people.
An emperor who has lost the support of the people, what else can he have?
This snowstorm is an opportunity for him. He must suppress the impact of the snowstorm and reduce the number of deaths due to the snowstorm.
"I am willing to donate all the food stored at home to tide over the difficulties with the victims." Prince Su not only knows how to advance and retreat, but also understands the emperor's heart. Doesn't the emperor's words mean that he is preparing to provide large-scale disaster relief? In this case, he handed over the food at home early and gave it to the victims.
The officials set an example and gave the emperor a reason to ask the ministers for food.
"Okay, okay, with King Su supporting me, what do I have to worry about?" Sure enough, the smile on the emperor's face became wider and wider.
How could a majestic emperor be upstaged by an unknown person who could even provide porridge and steamed buns to the victims? How could he, an emperor, do the same?
"The emperor is wise, this is the blessing of the people of the world." Prince Su did not dare to take credit, and only said good things about the emperor. The emperor also knew what Prince Su meant, and immediately ordered the imperial guards to suppress what happened near the city gate.
,at the same time……
He was going to ask the civil and military officials that big families were in need of food. The amount of food needed for disaster relief was astronomical, and the government's food reserves alone were far from enough.
As Feng Qingchen expected, what happened at the gate of the city was quickly suppressed. Zhai Dongming had both merit and demerit. The admiral was taken away from his post and replaced by a new one. That person was said to be from the Wen family. It seemed that
Most of the noble families have moved closer to the emperor, leaving only the Wang family still struggling.
When all the aristocratic families move closer to the emperor, the aristocratic families will no longer be aloof. They will only become pawns in the hands of the emperor, and the emperor will control their honor and disgrace. But...if they don't move closer to the emperor, they will soon decline.
Of course, these things have nothing to do with Feng Qingchen. What she has to do every day now is to run back and forth between Feng Mansion and the free clinic, and take turns taking care of Cui Haoting with Sun Sixing.
It's not that Feng Qingchen wants to take credit, it's Sun Sixing who is so stubborn and uses her rhetoric about wasting medical resources.
It is said that Cui Haoting's condition is completely under control. He can just let the doctors of the Cui family take care of him. There is no need for him to guard Cui Haoting. As long as he has the time to guard Cui Haoting, he can cure dozens of patients.
Feng Qingchen almost cried, you little idiot, Cui Haoting is not an ordinary person. Building a good relationship with Cui Haoting is more important than anything else. For example, if an official breaks a porridge stall, can ordinary people help you settle the matter with the government?
No, but Cui Haoting can.
Making friends with dignitaries can sometimes not only protect yourself, but also protect the people you want to protect. The doctor was born with such resources, but Sun Sixing didn't know how to make good use of them. She was really angry to death.
Feng Qingchen forgot that when she was in the military hospital, she didn't know how to take advantage of the opportunity to make friends with powerful people, so much so that she made the old doctor who took her so angry... he almost sent her to the ward.
It is not shameful to associate with powerful people, as long as you keep your true nature, all you want is a shelter and a strength that allows you to live peacefully in the world.
Both the free clinic and the porridge donation went extremely smoothly. Not only the Imperial City, but other towns were also in order. But what puzzled Feng Qingchen was that after so many days, there was still not a single word about the Nine Emperors Uncle being a porridge donor.
Rumors spread, which confused Feng Qingchen.
However, Feng Qingchen understood that Uncle Nine Emperors had his own plans, and she didn't need to care about them. She just had to do her job well. On the third day of the porridge donation, Su Wenqing came to her door.
"Qingchen, help me!" We hadn't seen him for a few days, and Su Wenqing was extremely thin. If it weren't for the thick clothes wrapped around him, Feng Qingchen would have suspected that he had seen a stick figure.
The head is extremely big and the limbs are extremely small.
"What happened?" After returning from the free clinic area, Feng Qingchen asked everyone to disinfect and take a bath before entering the house. When Su Wenqing came, she had just finished taking care of herself and had not had time to eat.
"Food, food, we can't keep up with the food needed for giving out porridge." Su Wenqing was about to cry. The food needed for giving out porridge was far beyond his expectation. He worked hard to adjust the food, and finally he could last for several days.
Oh my god, but the food cannot be transported in.
The heavy snow had blocked all the roads. He sent people to transport grain and managed to shovel out a road, but it was extremely slow. At this speed, there was no way he could transport the grain to the required towns within the specified time.
Wuwuwu... He regretted it. He should have listened to Uncle Nine Emperors and asked Feng Qingchen earlier. As it was now, he didn't know if it was too late. If there was a shortage of food, their plan would be in vain.
"Are you unable to keep up or are you running out of food?" Upon hearing this, Feng Qingchen knew the seriousness of the matter and asked quickly, regardless of her hungry stomach.
"We can't keep up. The food is all on the road. The road is blocked by heavy snow. The carriage is too slow. If the food doesn't come into the city, we won't be able to get the food out in two days."
The food consumed in one day for disaster relief was more than the food consumed by half a million troops in one day. If the emperor had not used thunderous means to open warehouses for disaster relief, their little food would definitely not have lasted three days.
"Carriage?" Feng Qingchen was angry when he heard this. In this snowy day, it would be stupid to use a carriage to transport food: "With such heavy snow, can the carriage move? The wheels are stuck in the snow. At that speed,
It's probably a little faster than a snail. How long and how long will it take for you to use a horse-drawn carriage to transport the grain into the city?"
Food relief was the theme, but Su Wenqing actually told her that there would be a food shortage, which really pissed her off.
"What's the point of not using a carriage?" Su Wenqing looked at Feng Qingchen in confusion. In order to transport this batch of grain, he used the best horses in the racecourse to pull grain. Dozens of horses died along the way. His heart
They are all bleeding.
"On such a snowy day, it is impossible for a carriage to walk on the snow. Using a carriage will only cause trouble. Of course, you must use a sled at this time."
"What is a sled?" Su Wenqing asked shamelessly, and at the same time regretted not listening to Uncle Nine Emperors earlier and asking Feng Qingchen.
What is a sled? A sled is a tool that can move quickly in the snow. Feng Qingchen really wanted to strangle Su Wenqing, but he didn't know why he didn't ask earlier.
Feng Qingchen patiently told Su Wenqing how to make a sled, and also told him that as long as the carriage was improved, it could be turned into a sled, which would minimize the time.
Su Wenqing got the solution and returned home happily. As soon as he returned home, he ordered the people below to change the carriage into a sled to make it easier to haul food.
Who is not short of food on this snowy day? Su Wenqing's problem was solved, but the emperor's problem was not solved. There was a shortage of food. The emperor discovered that there was a serious shortage of food under his rule.
He did not expect that the food that these wealthy families could produce was not enough to sustain them for three days. Plus the government's food reserves, they could only feed the victims for five days at most. And this was to save food, plus the secret
The result of people still giving porridge.
Five days, the government's disaster relief can only last for five days, so what should we do next?
The emperor was so anxious that his hair turned white...