Warriors

As Zhao Zhou led Baiqi up a few empty streets, he saw the corner in front of him, and there was a voice like "don't squeeze, everyone has it", it should be that someone is "doing good and giving porridge" ', or people from the imperial court distribute 'emergency food here. '

It turns out that the people at the gate of the city came here to receive food. Seeing this scene, Baiqi also knew why it was so quiet at the gate of the city, and everyone was waiting in line for dinner.

In particular, there are four "porridge stalls" like this in the city, standing in the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and ensuring that the people who are still in the city now basically have something to eat.

But when Zhao Zhou saw this scene, he continued to ride his horse and under the guard of Baiqi, he avoided the hungry crowd in line and came to the porridge stall.

"Come here...you..." At this time, the strong men dressed as officers and soldiers in front of the stall also looked up at Zhao Zhou and other Baiqi after realizing that the crowd was suddenly silent.

'This is? ’ Among them was a fat middle-aged man in the magistrate’s robe. When he saw Zhao Zhou and the others seemed to be coming “menacingly”, he muttered for a while, and raised his hands and asked, “Dare to ask some generals, Did you pass by here to drink porridge?"

"Can this porridge be enough?"

When Zhao Zhou heard the prefect's inquiry, he dismounted from his steed, picked up the spoon in the pot, stirred the star beans in the pot, and looked at the prefect who still had a slight smell of oil on his body, "The imperial court once said a month ago. The food allocated for disaster relief includes air-dried cattle and sheep, and it seems that there are more than just this few star rice grains."

"You are?" Seeing that Zhao Zhou seemed to be talking about disaster relief, the magistrate also lost his kindness on his face, and took on the appearance of a lieutenant, wanting to find out Zhao Zhou's way.

In other words, if he hadn't seen that Zhao Zhou had brought a hundred riders, he would have had Zhao Zhou dragged down a long time ago, so as not to be found out about his corruption of food and grass.

But before he could think too much, the armored man behind Zhao Zhou took a step forward and said, "Bold, how dare the little magistrate disrespect the prime minister?!"

"Prime Minister?" The magistrate was just like the two soldiers beside the city gate, he was stunned when he heard the word "Prime Minister".

Especially afterward, he saw the strong man take out a waist card of the chief internal officer, and then carefully looked at Zhao Zhou's face. He didn't know what he thought of, but he was shocked, and hurriedly saluted: "Li, the prefect of Qingyun City!" He, I have met the prime minister!"

"Meet the Prime Minister!" The crowd nearby, the officers and soldiers in front of the booth, and a middle-aged man with the same ruddy complexion, heard that the man in white shirt in front of the booth was the Prime Minister, and when they saw Li Zhifu accepting his head, they bowed one after another. Kneel down.

"Everyone, please get up." Zhao Zhou turned around and said, seeing the people slowly helping each other up, he turned around and pointed at the porridge in the pot, and looked at the magistrate who stood up with a little cold sweat on his forehead.

"The prime minister asked how much food and grass the imperial court still had and whether it was not enough, so he asked the magistrate to mix rice grains with dilute water to make this gruel, which was not enough for food and clothing." He took the spoons from the officers and soldiers and distributed rice porridge to the common people to satisfy their hunger first.

"Return to the prime minister! The whole city has to be fed, and there is not enough food from the court..." The magistrate cried out, but when he saw Zhao Zhou's expressionless face, he continued: "But the food and grass have been taken away for the past two days. The imperial envoy personally escorted it over!"

When the magistrate said this, the middle-aged man next to him took two steps forward, bowed to Zhao Zhou, and followed the magistrate's words,

"What Li Zhifu said is true. Now the grain and grass are all in the grain depot. After the amount is clear and the accounts are aligned, the meat porridge can be distributed every three days, and every seven days..."

"Saving people and emergency, what accounts are you looking at?" Zhao Zhou glanced back at the people in line and saw the thin children staring at him eagerly. Humanity: "I order you two to open the warehouse door immediately, release the food, and distribute it to the people in the city."

As soon as Zhao Zhou said that, amidst the cheers of the people, he was about to leave this place, and then looked for the temple of the gods.

But at this time, the imperial envoy thought for a moment under Li Zhifu's wink, stepped forward a little bit embarrassed, and whispered to Zhao Zhou: "My lord prime minister... this Li Zhifu belongs to Prince Li Nephew, do you want to leave some for him...I see that..."

"Keep some? Lord Li?" Zhao Zhou glanced at the imperial envoy whispering next to him, "Say it again?"

"Prime Minister..." The imperial envoy was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly knelt down.

"Prime Minister, Lord Li once said..." Seeing that the present prime minister was determined to release food, the magistrate was determined to put it off, and wanted to procrastinate a little longer and ask his uncle to send a letter to be accommodating.

But Zhao Zhou heard the magistrate's words again, but he took out his prime minister's token, looked at the magistrate, and said, "Release the food."

"Cheng...yes..." The magistrate saw that the prime minister didn't care that he and his uncle were in the same court as the "prince". Hurry up and open the warehouse to release the grain.

"The people live in misery. The magistrate should not fill his pockets."

Zhao Zhou heard that the magistrate responded, and made another rule, warning: "At this time tomorrow, the prime minister will personally go to the granary to inspect. If you see a catty of grain and grass left in the granary, you will be demoted to the next level. If you leave two If it is more than five catties, you can write a letter of resignation to the court, or directly hand it over to the prime minister, and the prime minister has full power to decide."

As Zhao Zhou said, he looked at the imperial envoy who was kneeling next to him and dared not move, and said, "As for the matter of releasing food and embarrassing the Prime Minister, you can tell Prince Li later. The Prime Minister wants to see it." , Does Prince Li feel that his prince’s seat is getting hot, and wants to go to the exile camp outside the border with you?"

Zhao Zhou said that he didn't care that the magistrate and inspector kowtowed again and again, and said "dare not", so he led a hundred soldiers beside him, and continued to face the "Rain Master" in the north of the city amidst the cheers of the people. Temple' line to go.

And the distance from the Temple of the Rain Master to this place is only a few hundred meters away.

Along the way, Zhao Zhou passed the stone houses on both sides, and asked Baiqi to use the dry food he brought with him to donate to the skinny old beggars on both sides of the street, and finally stopped and stopped, and came to a 'Rain Master Temple'.

But at a glance.

Although the city was dilapidated, there were many hungry people who collapsed in the street.

But the temple was cleaned by people, and there were stacks of steamed buns and some wine and vegetables in front of the statue of the Rain Master.

And not only that.

There are still several elite soldiers guarding the temple, fearing that some people will go crazy with hunger and want to snatch offerings from the gods. '

but.

Li Zhifu is greedy, but the officers and soldiers under him are full of food and have martial arts and weapons. As long as the hungry people who come to snatch the offerings, they will all be driven out by these officers and soldiers, which is enough to keep the offerings safe.

Or rather.

Many hungry people also know whether the severe drought can be resolved, it depends on whether the "Rain Master Immortal" will help, and now the people who can stay in the city really don't want to leave their hometown, and they all know what "righteousness" is ', let alone take things from the gods.

"This person can't get enough to eat, but this fairy is full of food." Zhao Zhou came to the temple, looked at the worshipers in front of the statue, and asked Baiqi to force them without waiting for the officers and soldiers to ask questions. Called out.

And be honest.

Before Zhao Zhou came here, he felt that he represented righteousness, and wanted to let these gods see the fruit of his sin with the severe drought. '

But now.

Zhao Zhou really saw the wilderness for more than ten miles, and most of the young people in the city spent their days in their homes, waiting for the daily emergency gruel from the court, and they really felt uncomfortable in every way.

At least, if this is in my own world, how can there be such a death scene?

This is clearly a god in the sky, who really regards all living beings as ants!

Especially at this time.

Zhao Zhou glanced back at the dilapidated afterimage in the city, howled everywhere, and looked at the statue of the Rain Master wafting a trace of incense, and found that the people in the city might be praying for rain from God, making the incense smell around the statue like incense green Like smoke, it is drifting towards the sky.

It can be seen that these gods still know about the severe drought in Qingyun City, but there is no fairy family to intervene in this matter!

"Taking people as offerings, not doing human affairs. Then what's the use of this incense."

Zhao Zhou walked to the statue of Master Yu, opened his mouth to inhale, and saw that the incense smoke from the statue was all inhaled into his mouth and nose.

At the same time, the stone statue suddenly opened its eyes at this moment, revealing the bluish-white stone beads. It opened and closed its teeth in a 'rustle', and roared like a waterfall 'crashing', spreading throughout Qingyun City..

"Who dares to take away the incense of this god?"

"Zhao Zhou, Prime Minister of the Southern Song Dynasty." Zhao Zhou said, and with a 'clang', he drew out the treasured sword of the man riding beside him, and split the statue of the Rain Master in two, and rolled into the hall with a 'dongdong' on top of the bluestone.

When Zhao Zhou heard about it, he looked at the half of the head of the god who was still staring at him on the ground.

"Have you ever remembered Zhao Zhou's name?"

Zhao Zhouyan fell, and crushed the head of Master Yu under his feet with one foot, turning it into dust, and he was no longer visible.