"It's getting late today. You have been running around for the past few days, so you are very tired. I saw that Min Shi was a little drunk when he was reading, so I have prepared a guest room for you. Let's get here first today. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow. I don't know.
What do you think?"
Li Taixing bowed his hands in front of everyone. The matter was more than half over, and he was in a good mood.
"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your warm hospitality. Then we would rather be respectful than obey."
He Zhongkuan looked at Min Feng in front of him, who was holding the woman in his arms and walking at a pace that no one would recognize, and suddenly felt a trace of contempt in his heart.
He is really short-sighted. As soon as he arrived at his house, he couldn't wait to show his true face.
At least he is more reserved, and he won't refuse anyone who comes to him?
He Zhongkuan was despised, but he couldn't help but think of Li Taihang's plan.
What was said at the banquet must be reported to the master immediately. This Li Taihang is really brave, and anyone dares to scheme against him?
It was already the second quarter of the hour. Outside the Yajiao Gate of Yingnan Mansion, a man wearing a coarse cloth, holding a cloth bag in his hand, stepped forward and knocked on the vermilion corner door.
The iron ring on the door was knocked loudly, and then footsteps and questions came from inside.
The corner door was opened a crack, and a person poked out, an old man guarding the door.
"Who are you? This is the prefect's house, what do you do?"
The old man looked the man up and down and saw that he was wearing coarse clothes and holding a satin furoshiki in his arms.
He was wondering, he was wearing coarse cloth, why was the bundle in his arms wrapped in silk?
"Hurry up and inform your master that Chen Zhao, the government official of Changtian Mansion, wants to see you!"
The person in front of me is Chen Zhao. He changed his clothes at a villager's house and is at least clean.
Otherwise, the people in the yamen would definitely think that he was a beggar and drive him away before he could say anything.
After finally finding a pair of unpatched coarse cloth clothes, he quickly urged the fellow driver of the bullock cart to the government office before he had time to take a sip of water.
The concierge looked at Chen Zhao again, with obvious suspicion in his eyes.
He knew that the disaster in Changtian Mansion was serious at the moment, but this man said that he was a government servant, but he was not wearing official uniform.
It is unbelievable no matter how you think about it, just go to the government office and tell you that you want to see the Lord.
His master is entertaining distinguished guests tonight, so if he gets hit by this person.
When the time comes to blame him, he will definitely have to walk around without food.
When Chen Zhao saw that the porter didn't believe it, he quickly opened some of the clothes he had wrapped in his hand and took out the official seal inside.
"I have an urgent matter that requires me to see the prefect. I have your official uniform and official seal in hand. Please report it as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the blame if your master blames me."
Chen Zhao looked anxious and yelled at the concierge.
The concierge was so angry at Chen Zhao's attitude that he almost cursed, but when he saw the official seal in Chen Zhao's hand, he was immediately frightened.
He said hurriedly: "Please wait a moment, I will report it right away."
On the other side, Hu Maoshen was also worried, "Did you stop those people? With so many people going to Hangtian Mansion, Hangtian Mansion will definitely not be able to eat."
Hu Maoshen was very worried. Hangtianfu is also one of the cities near the river. If there is a problem with the embankment of the Yajiang River today, then Hangtianfu must also be very dangerous.
Just now he asked someone to inquire about the news, and he heard that there were cracks in the river embankment of Hangtian Mansion before.
Officials and people in Hangtianfu are working day and night to reinforce the river embankment.
Yang Chaoying, the prefect of Hangtian Mansion, is naturally a smarter person than Qian Huichun. However, he can also be regarded as learning from the mistakes of Changtian Mansion.
"Sir! The people don't listen to us at all now. Hangtian Mansion is further north than Yingnan Mansion. They think it is safe only to the north."
The government officials were a little embarrassed. Now that there was such a big flood in Changtian Mansion, of course the people did not dare to stay anymore. After all, everyone was afraid of death!
Hu Mao took a deep look at the yamen servant who had a wrinkled face and sighed deeply.
He also knew that this matter would be difficult to handle and the people would definitely have to move.
Changtian Mansion is close to the river and is still downstream of the Tianya River. Once the embankment breaks again, these people will only be buried under the river.
Such a tragic thing must never happen again, and he had no idea how to settle the people.
There are so many people left in Changtian Mansion. If they all move to Hangtian Mansion, how can Hangtian Mansion survive?
He had a general understanding of the disaster yesterday and had already sent a letter asking the court to allocate relief funds.
But it takes a long time for the imperial court to allocate money, and during this period of time the refugees in Tianfu must be settled, right?
He frowned and thought hard, and finally he came up with a solution.
"Quick! Grind the ink for me!" Hu Maoshen pointed to the entourage beside him and strode towards the study.
At this time, Yang Chaoying, the prefect of Hangtian Prefecture who was supervising the work, raised his head and glanced at the sky, where thin raindrops began to fall again.
After a while, the raindrops turned into huge raindrops.
Yang Chaoying angrily wiped the rain off her face and cursed angrily: "Oh my god, it started raining again, and it hasn't stopped for a long time."
The river workers who were working were still cheering. If it didn't rain, their Hangtian Mansion could be saved, so everyone started to slack off in their work.
But now God has started to rain heavily again, and the river workers can't help but feel a little frustrated.
Yang Chaoying shouted to these people: "It started to rain again. We have to speed up and don't let the river water collapse the dam! Everyone, think about Changtian Mansion. This is a lesson for us."
After shouting, his body felt weak for a while. His knees were sore and weak, and he was about to lean to the side. The attendant next to him hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
At this time, he thought that it was almost time for lunch, so he quickly ordered: "The midday meal must be full, and I will eat and drink with the people. If I find that it is just clear soup and little water, I will definitely eat it."
Punish them severely."
After such hard work every day, if they still don't have enough to eat, the river workers will definitely be dissatisfied. If they become passive and slow down their work, when will the river embankment be repaired?
"Sir, you can see the daily meals. Not to mention meat, steamed buns, and steamed buns, they are definitely enough. It's just that there are too many people to repair the river embankment this time, and the court has not allocated food. Our food reserves have been exhausted.
Bottomed."
Although the yamen officials feel that saying this at this time will inevitably make adults more worried, this is a fact that cannot be ignored.
Even if they wait for the court to provide disaster relief, their Hangtian Mansion has not burst its embankments, so the court will not consider Hangtian Mansion for disaster relief!
Yang Chaoying's face suddenly turned livid. The government government left very little grain reserves every year. It was all part of it that was withheld after taxes were paid to prepare for emergencies.
Each government office has a warehouse specifically used to store grain. These grains are part of the people's tax revenue every year.
After paying enough taxes to be shipped to the capital, the rest must be stored in the government warehouse to prepare for natural disasters.