"Why?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.

"..." Zhou Xin was silent for a while before he said slowly: "Although the land is a king's minister, the food is still divided into several palaces and yamen in the court." He then instructed in a low voice: "The man ran away and can be arrested again in the future. But if that man falls into the hands of the Jinyiwei, the country will be shaken."

Wang Xian understood a little. He heard that although the prince in the court had been in the Eastern Palace for many years, Emperor Yongle still wanted to pass the throne to the King of Han. Ji Gang, the commander of the Jinyiwei, was said to have exchanged posts with the King of Han. Wang Xian was not very clear about the intrigues of the upper class. Zhou Xin was unwilling to say more, but just asked him to remember that he must not let that person fall into the hands of the Jinyiwei. But Wang Xian was a little confused. Is this credit really that important? How could it shake the foundation of the country? Or was there a handle for the prince and his group of people in the hands of that person? It seems that this explanation is more reliable.

But these questions were too far away from him, and even if they figured it out, it would be useless. Wang Xian put away his mixed thoughts and saw that Zhou Nietai had already picked up the teacup, he stood up and bowed and left.

On the next day, in the second hall of Jinhua Prefecture, the prefect Su and a group of officials, as well as the magistrates of various counties gathered together to discuss how to provide relief to the victims. Wang Xian was also able to attend. The servant of the government office added a slap to him after the chair of the prefect of Mi...

"In the previous disaster relief, Fuyang County, Hangzhou Prefecture, performed particularly well. The province has long informed the government of the strategy of confusing resettlement and labor-for-relief. Since I was below, you have read it, which is indeed admirable." Prefect Su's eyes swept over the magistrates. Seeing that the face of Mi County changed slightly, he continued to say in a deep voice: "So, this time, Jinhua disaster relief, we need to learn this strategy. The government specially consulted the household office officials of Fuyang County. Now Wang Dianshi from Pujiang County, our Jinhua Prefecture, and repeatedly discussed with the adults in the prefecture. Finally, this morning came up with a set of plans. Please see, if you have no objections, we will implement the plan." As he said that, the clerk distributed the copy to the magistrates.

In addition to the magistrates, Wang Xian also got one, and they all quickly looked it carefully, while Prefect Su was sitting intently, and there were only continuous page-turning sounds in the two halls.

Magistrate Mi stared at his dim old eyes and looked very carefully. When he saw a placement method, his face became very ugly and he turned around and glared at Wang Xian. However, he was also surprised and pointed at the one for him to show, as if he didn't know.

The two of them looked at each other, so they attracted the gaze of the prefect Su. He looked at Lao Mi and said, "Miss Mi, there is no objection, right?"

"You丨" Magistrate Mi didn't have a loud voice, but everyone in the lobby was stunned. I wonder what medicine did this confused Lao Mi take the wrong one today... No, I should say that she drank the wrong wine.

County Magistrate Mi seemed to have changed his personal opinion, and said almost word by word: "This resettlement strategy is inconsistent with the original drafting丨"

"What's wrong with o丨" Although Magistrate Su was suppressing his tone, his tone had already shown sternness.

County Magistrate Mi was not affected at all and said: "In the original strategy, there was no place for this line to be placed separately, but for a centralized placement." Instead of looking at the face of the prefect Su, he loudly brought out the arguments he had to Wang Xian yesterday, which made his colleagues nod.

"... Therefore, my subordinates are foolish in their opinion, I would like to ask the emperor and all the adults to make a decision again." After a long discussion, Magistrate Mi sat back on his seat.

The lobby was silent, and all the officials looked at this old thing with admiration, but the face of the prefect Su was extremely ugly. To be fair, he also felt that Magistrate Mi said it very well, but this strategy of dispersed placement was decided by Zhou Nietai himself. The reason why he did not communicate with Magistrate Mi was because he had always looked down on this confused old drunkard, but he did not expect that the old drunkard would also be sober and argue with him.

Although I didn't expect it, since this situation has occurred, the prefect Su must withstand it. He said in a deep voice: "Mi County is too worried. You are preconceived and regard the victims as a flood." He paused and said: "All of my pure and good people in Zhejiang can live in harmony with the locals. Why do you need to do this and basically create an opposition out of thin air? And the middle of winter is approaching, how can you bear to let the victims live in a shed with air and rain?"

"I should have made the worst plan to help the disaster," Magistrate Mi said unmoved: "The county has built a better shack and put a cotton coat and quilt in place, so that people will not freeze to death. It is most important to be able to pass through this level smoothly, and there is no need to seek harmony."

The prefect Su was held back by him. Everyone here understood that Lao Mi was determined to change the matter. But the prefect Su was not willing to be a subordinate, so he messed up the things he had planned. He said with a dark face: "No more fight, the victims starved to death, and they can't compete for a win or lose." Before Magistrate Mi replied, he continued: "Just do what I said, if something happens, I will take this black veil and blame you for the crime."

"At that time, it will really lead to civil unrest," Magistrate Mi was also anxious and shouted loudly: "Sir, this black veil cannot withstand it."

"Rareless丨" Prefect Su was furious and slapped the table with a palm, stood up and said, "The black veil can't hold back. There is also this head, the magistrate is worried about without any worries about it.

"..." They forced the prefect to protect the head with their heads. If County Magistrate Mi said anything, he would be supreme and would not be able to escape the charge of disrupting the rules. Seeing that no one was willing to help, he had to keep silent.

"If you don't want to execute it, just say it clearly now. I'll ask the court to change a new magistrate." Prefect Su finally turned his passiveness. Seeing that Magistrate Mi didn't say anything, he said coldly: "If you still want to be this magistrate, I will execute it completely. Our government will keep an eye on you."

"Yes" Magistrate Mi didn't want to be taken off his black hat, so he had to respond depressedly and sit in his seat and stop saying a word.

"Do you still have any comments?" Prime Minister Su asked.

Seeing that the Duke Tailor was so precious, how could the county officials dare to get into trouble again? They shook their heads one after another.

"Then let's go" explained the strategy roughly. Prefect Su was already in a state of disgrace, and after that, he was the first to leave.

The officials bowed in unison.

The disaster was urgent, so we had to hurry back and prepare. After a while, the magistrates went their separate ways. Wang Xian and Lao Mi also rode back to Pujiang.

On the way, Magistrate Mi kept silent, obviously very depressed. Wang Xian naturally did not go to trouble and thought about his own thoughts without saying a word... It was really painful to ride a horse, and his thighs were so painful that of course this was not the point.

This trip to the city caused a great shock to Wang Xian. Only then did he truly realize that Xianyun chess piece. The exact statement was that Zhou Xin, Hu Hua, or the current emperor, was playing a big game of chess, and when he was preparing to capture the opponent's dragon, he was just one of the many chess pieces. Although it seemed that the position was very important, it was still an ordinary chess piece, or even an abandoned piece...

To be honest, he no longer wants any return, he just wants to stay on the chessboard until the end of the game. Being able to survive safely is the biggest victory, but it is really difficult... because the next Pujiang County will be the Zheng family, the Ming Cult, the imperial court, and even the Jinyiwei, and many forces in a chaotic situation. Everyone will use all means without hesitation to survive, or their purpose, and of course, including killing... His little history is at the forefront, and if you are not careful, you will be ruined.

‘Damn, dash, dash, thinking about the dangerous situation that he was about to face, Wang Xian couldn’t help but curse three times. When he turned to Xianyun and Lingxiao, he was already smiling: “Young Master Xianyun, from tonight, you will be back to you. Sister Lingxiao, which family do you want to eat the King’s meal? My brother will bring someone to support you.”

Xianyun was stunned. I wonder what this kid had to do wrong, but Lingxiao said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'm going to Xinghualou."

"No problem." Wang Xian smiled humbly, "As long as you don't take a nap all the time, you can do anything."

"Oh, aren't they used to staying up late?" Ling Xiao covered his face embarrassedly and said, "Okay, okay, at most I'll sleep well during the day so that I won't be sleepy at night."

On the way back to Pujiang, the group had already seen disaster victims fleeing famine in groups of three or three everywhere. Magistrate Mi forced himself to fight and talk to the victims, but found that their destination was probably Pujiang. The reason was very simple. The first family in Jiangnan, which was called a model by Emperor Taizu, was there, and disaster relief must be more effective than other places. After hearing this, Magistrate Mi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

At dusk, when I arrived in front of the county town, I saw a huge porridge factory had been built in front of the city gate. It was surrounded by reed mats, and there were several officials guarding the wooden gate. A large wooden sign was hung on the gate, which read "Pujiang County Disaster Relief Porridge Site, eight big characters.

It was the time to serve the porridge. Thousands of victims who arrived in Pujiang helped the elderly and young, holding bowls in their hands, came from all directions and entered the porridge farm one after another.

A householder Zheng Sili was paying close attention to the first time the porridge was served. When he saw the magistrate returning, he hurried forward to greet him: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect the victims to come so quickly. Fortunately, the Zheng family sent people to provide food and helped the county build this porridge farm, so that he could take on the urgent need." But when he said this, he always felt a little boasted.

As soon as I saw the structure of this porridge factory, Magistrate Mi knew that the Zheng family and he thought of going together, which was to set up a centralized placement. Thinking of this, Magistrate Mi was very upset and said in a muffled voice: "Drop the wall."

"Master, let's go tomorrow." Wang Xian said softly: "Today, the victims still have a place to live."

"No, no discount," Magistrate Mi said in a depressed anger: "The county now strictly implements the rules of its superiors and prohibits disaster victims from living in groups."

The servants were shocked. Is this still a rice wine ghost who cares about nothing?
Chapter completed!