Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 133 The Great Drought
Zhao Wujiang returned to his house.

There are thousands of thoughts in the mind.

Wang Yifang has been waiting for him?when did it happen?Salary, what kind of salary?protector?Is it guarding Datang?
Why are Yang Bingen and others all going to die?is that true?
What the hell happened to me?
【Ding!Congratulations to the host, trigger the hidden mission: Zhao Wujiang
Task content: Explore what happened to you in the past.

Remarks: No one knows the future, but some people don't know the past.

Mission Reward: Ten Years of Life

Mission Reward: Bronze Town Guoding]

A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Zhao Wujiang turned over and sat up.

The relief food came half a day earlier than expected.

In the afternoon of the next day, the grain and grass had already arrived at the Observation History Mansion.

There are piles of food piled up outside the house like hills.

The governors of the three major states rubbed their hands excitedly and kept circling the grain and grass.

It is simply recorded in the book, and the food and grass will be distributed by the disaster area, and it must reach the victims as soon as possible.

When Zhao Wujiang came out from the mansion, the three governors immediately surrounded him and kept bowing to Zhao Wujiang, with excited expressions of thanks.

How many disaster victims will be rescued by these piles of grain and grass?Zhao Wujiang was simply the savior in their hearts, and they felt ashamed when they thought of how they made things difficult for them at the dinner table yesterday.

"Go, let's all go back to the states." Zhao Wujiang waved his hand:

"Everyone is working hard, but now is a critical moment. Don't take it lightly. You must manage the disaster relief well. If there is not enough food and grass, then tell me, and I will find a way!"

The governors rode away on their horses, Zhao Wujiang returned to the mansion, and Yang Bingen counted the food and grass.

at the same time.

The tens of thousands of troops of the Tang Dynasty who conquered the west were officially assembled.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Yonghui, 64-year-old Su Dingfang and 68-year-old Cheng Yaojin led the army to kill Xiangxi Turkic.

Wang Yifang's residence.

"Unhappy Grandpa, do you want to go too?" Xiao Miaomiao looked at Uncle Wang's family anxiously.

Uncle Jiu hugged Xiao Miaomiao, smiled and said:

"What? That day I told Miaomiao that if the old man died, Miaomiao would be able to eat. Didn't Miaomiao look forward to it then?"

"But Master told Miaomiao that if you die, you will never see him again! Miaomiao doesn't want to be unhappy with Grandpa's death."

Uncle Jiu pinched Miaomiao's little cheek, "I'm not happy that grandpa is only going to protect another grandpa, Miaomiao must remember not to lose the things grandpa gave you, understand?"

"Yes, Miaomiao remembered." Miaomiao nodded.

Someone came to report that the army was about to set off.

Uncle Jiu took the knife from Wang Yifang and stroked it lightly.

He turned around and left. At the end of his life, he chose to re-enter the army tent to protect Su Dingfang thoroughly.

Uncle Wang Jiu, formerly known as Wang Wenjiu, once beheaded a crown prince when he was young.

The crown prince is named Li Jiancheng.

He was at the Xuanwu Gate.

The disaster relief work is in full swing, and the war has already begun.

When he received the letter, Zhao Wujiang had been in Hebei Road for nearly five days.

The letter is from Wang Yifang.

The letter said that the war has started, so Zhao Wujiang should be careful on the border of Hebei Province, and remember to be careful of Silla, a small country in the east.

Zhao Wujiang slowly read the letter, which reassured him that everything in Chang'an was fine.

He slowly frowned. This battle was almost a year earlier than expected, and the preparations were too fast.

Yang Bingen was roasting sweet potatoes, not at all what an observation history should be.

He squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and stared at the hot and rotten sweet potatoes.

Observing Lang was on the side, carefully flipping through various documents, constantly fiddled with the abacus, and calculated the distribution of grain and grass.

"I want to go down and see for myself!" Zhao Wujiang put down the letter.

"Then you go, I won't go anyway." Yang Bingen pinched a small slice of sweet potato and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste made him happy, and finally it was almost ready, "Take more people?"

"No need, I'll just take the book boy." Zhao Wujiang called Wen Yu, and the two rode away.

"Young man, you're so courageous, the captain of the army doesn't even bring it!" Yang Bingen looked at Zhao Wujiang's leaving back, shook his head and sighed.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu rode their horses and galloped all the way west to Dingzhou.

Looking along the way, the land is cracked, the vegetation is almost gone, and a lot of loess has turned into fine sand.

The victims of the disaster are now gathered in each city, and the local officials send people to distribute the porridge.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang came to Raoyang City.

All the officials in the city opened porridge shops, and the porridge was continuously boiled on the big pot beside it.

When Zhao Wujiang arrived, all the officials greeted him one after another.

"Folks, this person is Mr. Zhao. It was him who raised food funds for us so quickly. If it wasn't for him, countless people would starve to death!" An official shouted, and he knelt down.

The victims' clothes were tattered and unkempt, their eyes were shining at this moment, they gathered around one after another and knelt down in front of Zhao Wujiang.

"Thank you, Lord Qingtian!" The victims kept crying out.

They looked sad and grateful, some were elderly and some were ignorant and childish.

Looking at the black crowd kneeling down, Zhao Wujiang's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't express his feelings.

He flipped his clothes in front of him, but also knelt down on the ground, he knelt with Li Min.

Wen Yu also hurriedly knelt down beside him, it was the first time this young man saw so many people sincerely kneeling down to a single person.

Even if the courtiers bow down to the emperor, it is far less than that.

This is also the first time he saw Zhao Wujiang kneel down, even facing the emperor, this minister still bows.

Seeing this scene, the officials of Raoyang City burst into tears, and the parents of Raoyang City almost burst into tears.

"Everyone, I, Zhao Wujiang, was also born in a poor family, and I am well aware of the dangers of severe drought.

It's just that I can't bear to see you suffer this disaster, and you have done your duty.

Since I am an official, I will never forget you, and neither will Datang.

Let's all get up. "Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice.

No one got up, and there was an endless stream of gratitude from the crowd.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head: "If you can't get up, I, Zhao Wujiang, won't get up, and you don't want me to kneel all the time, do you?"

A little baby laughed through tears, and the victims laughed one after another.

"Get up, get up." Zhao Wujiang smiled.

The crowd got up slowly, Zhao Wujiang patted the hem of the clothes, and gave the officials a lot of relief points.

He and Wen Yu continued to ride their horses to the next city.

This time he did not choose to enter the city, but waited and watched with Wen Yu.

They passed through one city after another.

Soon, they arrived at Tangchang City.

Tangchang City, the lower city in the center of Dingzhou, is not far from the border.

If you go west on horseback and travel the same distance today, you can reach the border.

This time, Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu also chose to watch from a distance.

Both of them are extraordinary and above martial arts masters, with extremely far-sighted eyes.

Officials in Tangchang City distributed free porridge.

Zhao Wujiang noticed one thing, unlike Rao Yang, the victims' eyes were too numb and disappointed.

He and Wen Yu approached slowly.

In the shop where officials distribute free rice porridge, Zhao Wujiang saw an official scoop up a spoonful of rice porridge in the big vat of free rice porridge.

Clear as running water!
Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened, and anger suddenly rose.

(End of this chapter)