The water on the Royal Street had already covered half of the wheels. We were heading towards the Imperial City in the heavy rain. There were a few scattered pedestrians on the road.
When he arrived at the palace, Yang Lin's official uniform was already half wet. He stepped forward and took shelter from the rain under the eaves of the Wenhua Palace. After a while, someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came out and led him through the palace to meet the emperor.
Zhao Ji was currently moving to the Qing Palace, with a drawing board in front of him, holding a wolf hair in his hand and looking at the beauty in front of him.
At the entrance of the palace, a palace concubine stood holding flowers, with eyebrows as green as feathers, skin as white as snow, and a graceful figure. Her gorgeous classical temperament made Yang Lin secretly nod, and even swallowed his saliva.
Zhao Ji didn't notice him at all. Sometimes he looked closely at him, sometimes he started to draw, and he was very absorbed in painting.
Yang Lin stood aside helplessly, waiting for him to finish painting the painting "Beauty Watching the Rain", which didn't take very long. When he got closer, he saw that it was indeed a delicate, vivid and smooth painting.
The beauty in the painting wears a flower crown on her head, with towering clouds and black hair. Looking at the rain curtain outside the palace, her eyebrows are filled with idle thoughts.
Coupled with the vase of flowers and the decoration of the incense burner next to it, it adds to the aura of palace wealth.
Zhao Ji was completely immersed in his creation. After he stopped writing, he noticed Yang Lin standing next to him with his head stretched out to peek. He smiled and said, "When did Yang Qing come? Why was no one informed?"
Yang Lin immediately said: "It was Wei Chen who told the servants not to interrupt the official painting, otherwise Yang Lin would be guilty of a big sin without such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation in the world."
Although Zhao Ji likes compliments from close ministers, he does not like straightforward flattery, which seems very vulgar and out of class. He laughed and scolded: "Yang Qing can't flatter you, you must write a poem worthy of this painting, otherwise you will be stripped."
You won the title of No. 1 pick."
Yang Lin laughed, stepped forward and took out a pen holder from the pen holder, pondered for a moment and wrote on the painting that Zhao Ji had just completed:
The spring in Tokyo is over and the rain is thick, and the flowers are flowing with the waves.
The fragrant flowers in plain hands are charming, and the willows are sad when my eyebrows are furrowed.
The king's kindness is deep and affectionate, and the palace lady's writing is leisurely.
Who says it’s impossible to paint a sad picture? Paintings are always hard to come by.
Zhao Ji was satisfied and asked the palace attendants to put away the scroll, and then asked: "Why did Yang Qing come to the palace to see me?"
"Your Majesty, there have been heavy rains in recent days, and there have been flash floods in Kaifeng Prefecture and surrounding counties. Many people have lost their homes and lost their lives. I intend to go out of the city to help the victims, appease the local area, and repair the rivers to prevent the disaster from getting worse and making it difficult to control."
Zhao Ji was just admiring the beauties in the rain, painting and reciting poems. He had never thought of the disaster that such rain would bring. Hearing this, he was shocked and asked, "Is it already so serious?"
Yang Lin was speechless for a while, but he still replied: "If we don't treat him, I'm afraid that there will be no less than 100,000 people outside the city who will lose their homes."
Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said: "In this case, fire and water are ruthless, how can I let Yang Qing take the risk and send officials from the Ministry of Industry to come to rescue?"
It has to be said that Huizong was quite close to his favorite minister. Yang Lin clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, this matter is not trivial. I don't dare to give in to others, so I can only rest assured when I come personally."
Zhao Ji was very moved. He did not expect that Yang Lin not only conformed to his wishes in everything, but also risked his own life for the sake of the country and the country, going through wind and rain to repair rivers and provide disaster relief.
In fact, Yang Lin didn't say anything. If he wanted to provide disaster relief, the grain dealers in Kaifeng Prefecture would have to sell grains, and it would be difficult to raise prices while the country was struggling to make money.
Hundreds of years after the founding of the Song Dynasty, those powerful families, relatives, eunuchs... had been operating in Bianliang for many years, and many grain shops were their private property.
How can we make these people vomit out the food without resorting to extreme means? If they really refuse, then the victims may not be starving. There are 600,000 forbidden troops in Bianliang.
Zhao Ji gave Yang Lin sufficient rights to go out of the city to repair rivers, regulate the Yellow River, and provide relief to the victims. All yamen in Kaifeng Prefecture must cooperate and obey the dispatch. This is already a great delegation of power to the officials of the day.
As soon as he walked out of the main hall, Yang Lin was about to leave the palace in a hurry, but he heard the beautiful smile coming from behind him.
Damn it, this dog emperor looked worried just now, but he turned around and forgot about it.
The warmth that had just risen in Yang Lin's heart disappeared. He frowned and left the imperial city, preparing to deal with this natural disaster——
On the Bianhe River on the outskirts of the city, turbid floods hit the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city stood in the water with their trousers rolled up and complained.
Several dead bodies floated by outside the city from time to time. If they were lucky enough, some kind-hearted soldiers would pick them up to see if they were alive or dead. Others were taken away by the flood and disappeared without a trace.
Yang Lin took the troops from the Long Live Battalion to the north gate and climbed up the tower to look down. Sure enough, it was a rare flood. The people of Bianliang could still hide in their homes to avoid the water, but those outside were in bad luck.
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Yin Muhong said from behind: "If this is not managed, Bianliang will also be flooded in a few days."
Yang Lin nodded and said to the young city guard behind him: "Open the city gate, bring in the refugees from outside one after another, and place them in the Daxiangguo Temple, where the terrain is high and there are many open spaces."
After giving the order, several city gates began to admit refugees into the city one after another. The Daxiangguo Temple began a large-scale expansion in the first year of Zhidao in the Northern Song Dynasty. It was completed in the fourth year of Xianping and covers an extremely large area.
Yang Lin led his people directly to the mountain gate, knocked on the door and occupied various halls as temporary settlement points, and set up porridge tents to serve porridge. The great monks looked at the armored soldiers of the Long Live Camp, and they dared not get angry.
Word.
The Yang family's horse and carriage shop and water transport once took over half of Bianhe's business, so they had a lot of food in stock. This time, they all used it for emergencies.
The next day, when the water level decreased, Yang Lin led people to Daxiangguo Temple, which was already overcrowded.
A large number of refugees, disheveled and disheveled, were queuing up in front of the porridge shack.
In the porridge shed to the east of the temple, Xu Daobei, a local gangster from Tokyo, was also queuing up with a broken bowl.
When it was his turn, Xu Daobei grabbed the spoon with a playful smile, stretched it in the pot a few times, and cursed: "What a scumbag, it's all soup and water, how can anyone eat it? It's better to go to the Bianhe River to eat this."
Drink muddy water.”
The person serving the porridge was an old man, blowing his beard angrily and staring: "If you don't want to, just go away, there are still a lot of people queuing up behind you."
Xu Daobei was instigated by others and came here specifically to cause trouble. Yang Lin's behavior of giving porridge has seriously affected the price of food in Bianliang.
Naturally, there are some people who can't stand it, want to cause some damage, or want to cause trouble. These gangsters on the streets of Tokyo are the best candidates.
Xu Daobei rolled his eyes, simply put the spoon behind his back, lay down in front, and said: "You tell me to leave, but I won't leave unless you give me a nice shout and give me a bowl of dry rice."
The people around him said angrily: "Get out of here! If you don't want to eat, you still have to eat what's behind."
Xu Daobei glared and looked around fiercely. The people immediately did not dare to say anything.
The noise alarmed Yang Lin who was next to him. He brought someone over to squeeze through the crowd and asked, "What's going on?"