On the day of the disaster, he inspected this year's spring plowing work outside the city on behalf of the palace.
Before leaving, the prince gave him numerous instructions to work diligently and love the people personally.
So Mr. Changshi went to the fields himself to carefully check the emergence of seedlings.
This also allowed him to escape disaster.
The magistrates, tong magistrates and other officials at all levels who were standing on the field ridge were all smashed to pieces by the sky fire.
People from the first yamen walked neatly.
Good company on the road to hell, let's go through the gate of hell together hand in hand.
Fang Zhe's official robe was in tatters, and there were several holes burned by the fire.
He has been busy rescuing people and finding supplies for the past two days, almost in a non-stop state.
"Fang Changshi. Thank you for your hard work."
"Your Majesty is so complimentary..."
Combining the memory of his predecessor, Song Yang naturally knew him.
And in my memory, Fang Changshi's working ability is pretty good.
"How's it going outside?"
"Your Majesty..." Fang Zhe looked confused.
"Say it. I can stand it!"
Song Yang looked at Fang Chang Shi Dao.
He is an outsider and has witnessed the end of the world with his own eyes.
Is there any bad news that I can’t bear to bear?
"Mother, she...she...died..."
"Your Majesty! My condolences! Take care of yourself..."
Fang Zhe said cautiously.
However, Song Yang had nothing to do with it, and the empress only existed in his memory.
Although he was a little sad, it didn't affect his mood too much.
But Fang Zhe always shed a few tears when he looked at it.
…
After reporting on family affairs, Fang Zhe talked about the situation in the city.
It's just too miserable to look at anyway.
All the houses were destroyed and there were countless casualties.
"Master Fang, you have worked hard these past two days."
"I don't dare. This is a matter within the lower official's duties."
"Those who are alive must live on. I...I am unable to move right now, and the disaster relief work outside will depend on you for the time being."
"The current situation requires the implementation of a state of emergency, and all materials must be managed and distributed centrally."
"Gather the people and Zhuang people together and rescue as many people and materials as possible!"
He didn't sleep well last night, and after the pain subsided in the second half of the night, Song Yang thought about the current situation.
As a time traveler, now that I have arrived in the wasteland.
If you want to live comfortably, you must take the lead.
What's more, he is still the vassal king of this place, and he has the obligation to protect the land, provide disaster relief, and help the people.
The third day after waking up.
Song Yang was actually able to stand up and move slowly.
Just the day before yesterday, his neck was smashed and deformed, and 99% of his muscles and bones were broken.
Now I can actually stand up!
miracle!
Song Yang walked out of the thatched house and dragged his sick body to the ruins of the city to check the current situation.
There are more and more survivors gathering around, and there are even more acquaintances in my memory.
In fact, from the moment he woke up, he became the backbone of the survivors.
He could survive in such a twisted and painful state.
Isn't this sent by God to save them?
What's more, this young man still has the status of a prince and is the biological son of His Majesty the Emperor Daqian!
In this desperate situation, people are more willing to follow a person of noble status.
The prosperous age of Daqian Dynasty has lasted for more than thirty years.
The life of having plenty of food and clothing, leaving the house open at night and not picking up leftovers has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people.
Everyone hopes that Song Yang can lead them back to the prosperous age.
The most important thing is that the survivors also hope that the court will send people to rescue the victims as soon as possible.
With the prince by your side, will the relief materials arrive faster?
The survivors are not Song Yang.
They have no idea that the entire world has been reduced to scorched earth.
I simply thought that it was just their state and one place that suffered a disaster, and the imperial court would soon come to take care of them.
"Oh! Forget it! We have traveled through time anyway, so just live well..."
Looking at the expectant eyes of the survivors, Song Yang finally decided to live well.
no matter what.
These people needed him, and these people moved him.
…
"Your Majesty, we have searched this area and found some food."
Fang Changshi's voice interrupted Song Yang's flying thoughts.
In the afternoon, people came back one after another.
After the fire, most of the food was burned. It was lucky to be able to dig out some from the ruins.
"Have any survivors been found?"
"Only seventeen..."
Today is already the fourth day of the disaster, and fewer and fewer survivors have been found in the ruins.
And these so-called seventeen are only those who are in good health or can move freely.
There are actually some dying people in the ruins.
Their hope of survival was gone.
Song Yang didn't dare to mention these people. At this time, he had to make a choice.
He could only make up his mind and move forward. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but there was no stopping at his feet.
The team of survivors followed him slowly away from the ruins of the city.
South of Jiangzhou City is a fairly open and flat area.
Hundreds of temporary shacks were built.
These shacks are made of different materials and shapes.
Some are broken wood found in the ruins of the city.
Some are made from local materials, using thatch and bamboo to improvise.
These shacks with air leakage in all directions can barely block the rain above their heads.
Fortunately, it is already halfway through spring and the temperature is gradually rising, so it is suitable to live inside for the time being.
This relatively flat open space is temporarily the gathering place for survivors.
As for the city...
Even if the disaster is over, they don't want to go back to live in the city.
Of course, the main thing is that I can't go back.
There were earthquakes and sky fires, and almost no intact buildings could be found in the city.
And there was a burnt smell and muddy filth everywhere.
Although the heavy rain extinguished the sky fire, it also made the situation in the city worse.
"The prince is back."
When the people in the camp heard the news, they rushed out to greet him.
"Everyone is busy with his own business." Song Yang smiled at everyone.
Before going out in the morning, he assigned tasks to the people staying in the camp to pick food.
Most of the food snatched from the ruins was mixed with impurities such as soil, ashes, etc., which had to be sorted out manually.
After simply eating some barbecue, Song Yang returned to his residence.
"Your Majesty, the food left is enough to last for ten days at most."
Fang Changshi reported to Song Yang about the food situation in the camp with some concern.