"..." Zhou Xin was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Although it is said that the people on the coast of Sui Tu are not the royal ministers, but there are several palaces and yamen in the imperial court, and the food is still eaten in separate pots." He then whispered: "
The man ran away and can be caught again in the future. But if that man falls into the hands of the Jin Yiwei, the country will be shaken."
Wang Xian understood something. He heard that although the prince in the imperial court had been in the East Palace for many years, Emperor Yongle still wanted to pass the throne to the King of Han. Ji Gang, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, was said to have exchanged posts with the King of Han... Regarding the intrigues at the top, Wang Xian was like a fog.
It's not clear what the outside world looks like. Zhou Xin didn't want to say more, but just asked him to remember that he must not let that person fall into the hands of Jin Yiwei. But Wang Xian was a little confused. Is this credit really that important? Why?
Could it shake the foundation of the country? Or does that person have the leverage of the prince and his gang? It seems that this explanation is more reliable.
But these problems were too far away from him, and it would be useless even if he understood them. Wang Xian put away his complicated thoughts and saw that Zhou Zhengtai had already picked up the tea cup, so he stood up, bowed and left.
At midnight the next day, in the second hall of the Jinhua Prefecture, Magistrate Su and other subordinate officials, as well as the magistrates of various counties, gathered together to discuss how to relieve the victims. Wang Xian was also able to attend, and the prefecture official sat behind the chair of Magistrate Mi and gave
He added a tart...
"In previous disaster relief operations, Fuyang County, Hangzhou Prefecture, performed particularly well. The provincial government has long informed all prefectures of their proposed resettlement and work-relief strategy. Everyone from me on down has read it.
It's really admirable." Magistrate Su glanced at all the magistrates' counties, and when he saw Magistrate Mi's face changed slightly, he continued to say in a deep voice: "That's why we need to learn this strategy for this Jinhua disaster relief effort. I specially consulted with the people from Fuyang County.
House Secretary, now our Wang Dianshi from Pujiang County, Jinhua Prefecture, has repeatedly discussed with the adults in the prefecture, and finally came up with a plan this morning. Take a look, if you have no objections, we will
Execute according to the plan." He nodded, and the scribe distributed the transcripts to the magistrates.
In addition to several county magistrates, Wang Xian also got a copy, and they all quickly looked through it carefully. Magistrate Su was sitting attentively, and there was only the continuous sound of turning pages in the second hall.
Mi Zhixian stared at a pair of dim old eyes and looked very carefully. When he saw one of the resettlement methods, his face became very ugly. He turned back and glared at Wang Xian. But he saw that he also had a look of astonishment and pointed to that one for himself.
He doesn't seem to know either.
The exchange of glances between the two attracted Magistrate Su's gaze. He looked deeply at Lao Mi and said, "President Mi, do you have any objections?"
"Yes丨" Magistrate Mi's voice was not loud, but it made everyone in the lobby startled. I wonder if this confused old Mi took the wrong medicine today...no, I should say he drank the wrong wine.
However, Mizhi County acted like a different person and said almost word for word: "This resettlement strategy is not consistent with the original plan."
"What's wrong?" Although Su Zhifu suppressed his tone, his tone was already severe.
However, Magistrate Mi was not affected at all and said: "In the original strategy, this was not arranged in a scattered manner, but in a centralized manner." Without looking at Magistrate Su's face, he loudly repeated the remarks he made to Wang Xian yesterday.
He said and all his colleagues nodded.
"...Therefore, in my humble opinion, I would like to ask the governor and other lords to make a final decision." After a long speech, Magistrate Mi sat back on his seat.
There was silence in the lobby, and all the officials looked at this old thing with admiration, but Magistrate Su's face was extremely ugly. To be fair, he also felt that what Magistrate Mi said made sense, but this strategy of dispersed placement was decided by Zhou Zhitai himself.
The reason why he didn't communicate with Mizhi County again was because he always looked down on this confused old drunkard, but he didn't expect that the old drunkard would also have a sober time, and he would fight with him.
Although he didn't expect it, now that this situation has arisen, Magistrate Su must take it. He said solemnly: "Mr. Magistrate County is overly concerned. You are preconceived and treating the victims as savage beasts." He paused and said, "It's all me, Zhejiang
The innocent people can live in harmony with the locals, so why bother to create conflicts out of thin air? And the winter is approaching, how can we bear to let the victims live in leaky shacks?"
"Going back to Futai to provide disaster relief, we should have prepared for the worst." Mi Zhixian was unmoved and said: "The county has built better shacks and distributed cotton-padded clothes and quilts in place, so people will not freeze to death. It can.
The most important thing is to get through this situation smoothly, there is no need to expect to live in harmony."
Magistrate Su was resisted by him. Now everyone here understood that Lao Mi was determined to reverse this matter. But Magistrate Su was not willing to let a subordinate mess up what he had already planned.
He said with a face: "Let's not fight anymore. We won't win or lose even if the victims starve to death." Without waiting for Mizhi County's reply, he continued: "Just do as I said. If something goes wrong, I will take this crow."
"The crime of veiling"
"When the time comes, it will really lead to civil unrest," Magistrate Mizhi was also anxious and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this black gauze cannot withstand it."
"Presumptuous丨" Magistrate Su was so angry that he slapped the case with his palm, stood up and said: "Wuzha can't stand it, and there is still this head. Magistrate No. 1 doesn't have to worry about it."
"..." The magistrate was forced to use his head as a guarantee. If Magistrate Yoshi said anything else, he would not be able to escape the charge of disturbing Tsunasa. Seeing that no one was willing to help, he had to live in depression.
Got it.
"If you don't want to implement it, say it clearly now. I'll ask the court to find a new magistrate." Magistrate Su finally changed his passivity. Seeing that Magistrate Mi didn't say a word, he said coldly: "If you still want to be this magistrate, then give it to me."
If you do it without any deductions, this government will keep a close eye on you."
"Yes." Mi Zhixian didn't want to be taken off his hat, so he had to respond gloomily and sat on his seat without saying a word.
"Do you have any other opinions?" Magistrate Su asked after adjusting his breathing.
When all the county officials saw that Mr. Futai was so precious to himself, how could they dare to get into trouble again? They shook their heads one after another.
"Let's break up then." After explaining the general strategy, Magistrate Su was already in a very bad mood and was the first to leave after speaking.
"Farewell to your Majesty," the officials said in unison.
The disaster was urgent and we had to rush back to make preparations. After the meeting, the magistrates went their separate ways. Wang Xian also rode back to Pujiang with Lao Mi.
On the way, Mi Zhixian kept silent, obviously very depressed. Wang Xian naturally did not touch the bad luck, and kept silent about his own thoughts... It is said that riding a horse is really painful, and his thighs are so painful. Of course, this is not the case.
focus.
This trip to Fucheng brought a great shock to Wang Xian. Only then did he truly realize that Xianyun chess pieces, it is true, Zhou Xin, Hu Tong, or the current emperor, are playing a very big game of chess.
, and when it comes to preparing to capture the opponent's dragon, he is just one of many chess pieces. Although his position seems to be very important, in fact it is still an ordinary chess piece, or even an abandoned piece...
To be honest, he no longer expects anything in return. He just wants to stay on the chessboard until the end. Being able to survive stably is the greatest victory. But this is really difficult... because what happens next
In Pujiang County, there will be a chaotic situation where the Zheng family, the Mingjiao, the imperial court, and even the Jin Yiwei are all mixed together. In order to survive or achieve their own goals, everyone will not hesitate to use all means, including killing...
This little classic of my own is at the forefront of the storm, and if I'm not careful, it will be destroyed.
'Shit, shit, shit. Thinking of the dangerous situation he was about to face, Wang Xian couldn't help but curse three times. When he turned to Xianyun and Lingxiao, his face was already full of smiles: "Master Xianyun, from tonight on, chicken legs
It's all yours. Sister Lingxiao, where do you want to go to have Overlord Dinner? My brother will bring someone to support you."
Xianyun was dumbfounded. He didn't know where this kid was doing wrong, but Lingxiao said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'm going to Xinghua Tower."
"No problem." Wang Xian smiled humbly: "As long as you don't take naps all the time during the night watch, anything will do."
"Oh, people aren't used to staying up late." When the embarrassing thing was mentioned, Lingxiao covered her face in embarrassment and said, "Okay, okay, at best, I can sleep well during the day so that I won't feel sleepy at night."
On the way back to Pujiang, the group of people saw victims fleeing the famine in twos and threes everywhere. Mi Zhixian steeled himself and talked to the victims, only to find that their destination was most likely Pujiang. The reason was simple. Emperor Taizu called him
The first family in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a model, will definitely be more effective in disaster relief than elsewhere. After hearing this, Magistrate Mi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
At dusk, when I arrived at 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 official guards in front of the wooden gate. There was a big wooden sign hanging on the gate, which read '
Pujiang County Disaster Relief Porridge Farm, eight characters.
It was the time for porridge. Thousands of victims who were the first to arrive at Pujiang, carrying bowls in their hands, came from all directions and filed into the porridge.
There was a household, Secretary Zheng, who was paying close attention to the situation of serving porridge for the first time. Seeing the return of the county magistrate, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said: "Master Qi, I didn't expect the victims to come so quickly. Fortunately, someone from the Zheng family came out to provide food and help."
The county built this porridge to meet the urgent need." But when he said this, he always seemed to be boasting.
As soon as he saw the structure of the porridge factory, Mizhi County knew that the Zheng family and he wanted to go together, that is, centralized resettlement. Thinking of this, Mizhi County became very irritated and said in a low voice: "Tear down the wall."
"Sir, let's do it tomorrow." Wang Xian said softly: "At least the victims still have a place to stay today."
"No, we can't discount it," Mizhi County said angrily, "This county now strictly implements the rules from above and prohibits disaster victims from gathering together."
The officers couldn't help but be shocked. Is this still a rice drinker who doesn't care about anything?