Xiao Ci couldn't eat well or sleep well these days, and Song Qinghuan saw it all.
The two have been married for such a long time, and they have developed feelings to some extent. It would be a lie to say that they don't feel sorry for each other.
There wasn't much she could do, she could only take care of the trivial things.
Xiao Ci's eyes and brows were all smiles, and he said to Song Qinghuan, "Don't wait for me anymore. Just take a rest when you feel sleepy. You have worked hard these days."
Xiao Ci has been busy these days, and Song Qinghuan has not been idle either. Although her medical skills are only half a bucket of water, she can still do a good job.
The rain continues unabated, and the number of victims taken in by the City God's Temple is increasing day by day. It is April, and the weather is very windy and rainy. Many people have long been infected with the wind and cold. There are many people in the City God's Temple, and it is even more difficult if they are crowded together.
Hard to get better.
Song Qinghuan had to go to the City God's Temple every day to deliver porridge and medicine to appease people's hearts. Although it was not as hard as Xiao Ci, running back and forth in the heavy rain was very tiring.
Hearing this, he responded in a daze: "Okay."
Xiao Ci put her on the couch and covered her with a brocade quilt. He was about to go to the outer room when he was grabbed by Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan was very sleepy, but he still remembered the business. He yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "How is the matter of rice grains and medicinal materials?"
Seeing Xiao Ci looking over, he thought about it and sat up again. He still couldn't help but yawned: "I'm going to ask someone to count the rice grains and medicinal materials stored in the warehouse today. If the situation doesn't continue to get worse, we can still do it."
If it lasts for ten days, it will only take a few days."
There are hundreds of people in the City God's Temple. Even if they only eat porridge and water, they will consume a lot of food throughout the day. There are not many medicinal materials to store, let alone them.
Xiao Ci frowned, and the look on his face darkened again: "The Du family, the Zhou family and the Li family are all reluctant to part with me. I have already rushed people to buy food in other prefectures. I will have to wait a few more days."
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Song Qinghuan responded and asked again: "Hasn't there been any news from the court yet?"
Song Qinghuan also knew that Xiao Ci had sent a letter to the capital early in the morning. It stands to reason that the imperial court knew about such a big matter, so they should take measures no matter what. If the flood really flooded the entire Ruizhou City
If so, it's already too late.
However, this letter was sent to the court for 800 miles and there was still no reply, as if it was not even aware of such a thing.
Xiao Ci couldn't help but smile coldly, raised his hand and rubbed Song Qinghuan's head: "Go to sleep, you don't have to worry about these things, I will also throw away the rice, grain and medicinal materials as soon as possible."
After saying that, he got up and went to the outer room.
The letter sent has long been in the hands of Empress Dowager Jiang and Emperor Chengxing. It has been half a month. The reason why there is no news is not because of anything else, but the treasury is empty and they are reluctant to part with the money, leaving him and Ruizhou to fend for themselves.
Just destroy it.
There was a lot of construction work going on in the suburbs of Kyoto to build a summer residence for Empress Dowager Jiang, so naturally it was not Ruizhou's turn.
Xiao Ci clenched his hands into fists, and there was overwhelming anger in his heart. Empress Dowager Jiang was a hegemonic person. She supported Emperor Chengxing on the throne, but suppressed him. One or two of them sat in the highest position, but
Being able to let the people be comforted and ignored because of one's own selfishness.
If Dali stays like this for a long time, I'm afraid it's not far away from being destroyed.
Even though he was unwilling to do so, Xiao Ci still chose to endure it. Now that he was concerned, he did not want to get involved in the disputes in the court, lest he would cause trouble for nothing and affect his wife and children. Otherwise, he would not have planned the King of Wu's retreat.
Come to Ruizhou.
Song Qinghuan lay down and fell asleep. Xiao Ci drank some soup, washed himself and then lay down. The sky was still bright, but Chuhan hurriedly knocked on the door again.
It was already late when Xiao Ci went to bed, and he was very tired these days. He felt that he was woken up just when he fell asleep. He couldn't help but get a little angry. Before he got up, he asked angrily through the door and coffin: "What's the matter?"
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Xiao Ci's voice was obviously displeased, and Chu Han didn't care about that much anymore. He lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the other side of the dam can't bear it anymore. Someone from the other side came to send a message just now, saying that they had seen it.
It's cracked."
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Ci lost all his drowsiness. He sat up and hurriedly put on his clothes: "Go and invite Magistrate Lin to the study."
Song Qinghuan didn't wake up. He heard it and knew it was no small matter. He also got up and helped Xiao Ci put on his clothes. He said, "Are you going to retreat to Yishan?"
Yishan is the highest place in Ruizhou. Once the dam breaks, the entire Ruizhou City may suffer. If no preparation is made in advance, there may be countless casualties.
Xiao Ci responded with a sullen face, and then said: "You and the children pack up, and I will ask Liujian to send you to Yishan later."
The matter was of great importance. Song Qinghuan nodded in response and said cautiously: "Don't worry, I will protect the two children."
Xiao Ci stopped holding his hair, turned his head to look at Song Qinghuan, and said with a wry smile: "Protect yourself well."
Song Qinghuan was also startled, her heart felt warm, and she also smiled: "You too."
After hurriedly washing up, Xiao Ci went out to the study room. Song Qinghuan got dressed. When he opened the window, he saw that it was still pouring rain outside.
She frowned, feeling a little sullen for no reason in her heart. She thought it was caused by the rain in recent days, but didn't care. She just muttered: "I don't know when it will stop."
The sky had just turned white, and Mingyue Pavilion had already lit the lamps and was busy. Taxue and Mai Qingzheng asked the little maid to tidy up the clothes. After a while, Xiao Jingchuan rushed over holding an umbrella.
As soon as he entered the house, he asked: "Mom, is there something wrong at the other end of the dam?"
Song Qinghuan was wrapping the account books and books with oil paper. He didn't deny it when he heard the words: "Yes, Chuhan said early in the morning that the other side of the dam cannot support it, and we have to evacuate to Yishan as soon as possible."
His hands were busy with quick movements. When he looked up and saw the solemn look on his face, he asked again: "Have you packed all your things? I can't take too many things with me when I go to seek refuge. I just pick out the important ones."
"It's packed." Xiao Jingchuan responded and rubbed his hands again and stood motionless. He opened his mouth several times but hesitated.
Song Qinghuan looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
Xiao Jingchuan bit his lip for a while, then plucked up the courage and said, "Mom, I, I want my father to go with us."
Xiao Jingchuan is now sixteen. He has grown rapidly in the past two years and is almost as tall as Song Qinghuan. Standing in front of Song Qinghuan this time, he felt awkward and nervous.
He felt that he was getting older, and he thought that following Xiao Ci this time he would not be able to share his worries, and he also wanted to do something within his power. After all, he was a little man and he couldn't hide at home like a flower every day.
However, she was afraid that Song Qinghuan would not allow it. After all, this matter was dangerous and not a trivial matter. If anything happened, she, as a stepmother, would inevitably be criticized.
Song Qinghuan did hesitate, but after thinking about it, he finally said: "Your father is out in the study. You tell him yourself that if he is willing, you can go. If he is not willing, then I won't allow it..."
