Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu said, "Since you are sure that the letter was written by Minister Cai, it seems that Minister Cai had anticipated his misfortune. And the person behind the assassin arranged an assassination after seeing Minister Cai's letter. It seems that he wants to kill us all."

Zhang Dun slowly closed his eyes, his tone showing an indescribable fatigue: "Since the establishment of this dynasty, there has been a long history of infighting in the court. The left and right were just demoted, and at worst exiled. I have never heard of anyone being killed. Now, this bunch of shameless old men have even lost their last bit of dignity!"

Zhang Dun suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "If I become prime minister again in the future, I will definitely open the coffin of Sima the old villain and mutilate his body to thank the world!"

Murong Fu shuddered slowly: These literati are really cruel when they become ruthless.

The next morning, the two of them boarded a pleasure boat and headed north to Bianliang.

At that time, the Yellow River had not yet changed its course to the Huai River. The world's water transport was centered in Bianliang. The best route to Beijing at that time was to go north from the Jiangnan section of the river, then enter the Bian River through the Huainan East Road.

Apart from Zhang Dun and Murong Fu, there were only seven or eight servants accompanying them.

There was no conversation along the way until they entered the territory of Chuzhou, where the pleasure boat had to stop.

Ah Zhu said, "Sir, I'm afraid we can only take the land route ahead."

Murong Fu was slightly surprised: "Why is this?"

"According to reports from the front, the Huai River has flooded this year, and more than a dozen counties along the coast have been submerged. Now only official ships transporting grain are allowed to pass through the canal, and all other civilian ships are not allowed to pass."

Murong Fu said: "This is even more unreasonable. Even if it is for transporting grain, the Jiangnan section of the river is not like the Bianhe River, and its transportation capacity is limited. Normally, there is no restriction on the passage of civilian ships."

Ah Zhu said, "I really don't know about this."

Murong Fu sighed, "Forget it, maybe the court has other arrangements." Then he turned to Zhang Dun who was standing beside him and said, "Prime Minister Zhang has been in seclusion in the palace for a long time. Now that you have the opportunity, why not take this opportunity to understand the people's sentiments?"

Zhang Dun said, "I have been out of the political arena for only a few years, but I never expected the country to be so corrupt. The people are suffering. Well, I will take this opportunity to see how the people feel, and report to His Majesty when I return to the capital."

So the group abandoned the boat, went ashore, and headed towards Chuzhou City.

After a flood, the counties along the Huai River were in mourning. After the flood, the surviving victims flocked to the county town to seek a way to survive.

The government set up porridge stalls, where strong and healthy people could get a bowl of thin porridge if they were lucky, but the elderly, weak, women and children could only leave it to fate.

The huge fire was burning fiercely, which not only provided warmth for the victims, but also burned the victims who died from the epidemic to prevent the spread of the disease.

All we saw along the way were shivering victims. Because the flood came so quickly, many people did not take much of their belongings with them when they fled. Now, many families that originally had little wealth are having trouble even getting food.

In order to survive, some people put straw flags on their heads and gamble on an unpredictable future.

Ah Bi's face turned slightly pale, and her slender hands tightly grasped the corner of Murong Fu's clothes: Although she was a maid serving Murong Fu, she had always lived a life of luxury and had never seen such a tragic scene. Ah Zhu was relatively calm, as if she had seen this scene many times.

Zhang Dun walked a few steps to a porridge stall where porridge was being distributed. When the hungry people who were queuing saw Zhang Dun and his group, who were wearing luxurious clothes that were very different from those of the people around them, they immediately felt a little afraid and consciously made way for them.

Zhang Dun grabbed the porridge spoon used by the porridge official, stirred it vigorously a few times, and suddenly threw the spoon back into the pot. A few drops of porridge splashed up, and the clear porridge water was so clean that it could clearly reflect Zhang Dun's angry face: "Asshole! Is this porridge? Ah, is this porridge? Who told you to distribute porridge like this? Who is in charge of your affairs? Call him over!"

That’s right. Even the rice washing water used by wealthy families is thicker than this porridge water.

The clerk in charge of distributing porridge saw Zhang Dun's hair and beard standing on end and gnashing his teeth. He was also shocked by the demeanor of the group and stammered, "The higher-ups stipulate that each kitchen should produce three kilograms of rice a day, and we are just following orders. Although we are second-class households, most of our fields have been submerged by the flood, and we still have to serve. It's hard for us, too."

Zhang Dun was startled, then realized: since Yuanyou, all new laws have been abolished, and the "substitute service law" designed by Wang Jinggong has long since disappeared. After all, the man in front of him is also an ordinary local who was pulled over to the government office to serve. Why should he be angry with him?

Although Zhang Dun felt a little apologetic in his heart, his expression did not change. He flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, "Call your manager over here! I'll ask him!"

The clerk was eager to see him call someone next to him to replace him, and then he immediately went to call someone else.

In less than a cup of tea, the clerk from before came over with another minor official in a green official robe.

When he came in front of Zhang Dun, the official took the initiative to bow, neither servile nor overbearing: "My name is Zong Rulin, currently the county magistrate of Chuzhou. I am in charge of all matters related to the porridge distribution here. I wonder where you are from, and what advice do you have for me?"

Zhang Dun was nearly sixty years old, which was considered an old man in that era, so it was okay for the county magistrate Zong to call him "father-in-law".

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Zhang Dun saw that the visitor behaved properly, so he could not vent his anger. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you the local county magistrate? Why is the porridge you provide so thin? How can this porridge fill our stomachs? As an official appointed by the court, your duties may be small, but you must live up to the official uniform you wear."

Murong Fu was secretly surprised, not because he was surprised at Zhang Dun's magnanimity, but because he admired the vision and attitude of this county magistrate named Zong.

If it was someone who didn't open his eyes, the best result for Old Zhang would be to be scolded as "meddling in other people's business", how could he be treated so politely like this? Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look at Zong County Magistrate twice more.

County Magistrate Zong said, "You are right, old man. We are loyal to our master and we can only do what our superiors have ordered. Alas."

The clerk who had been watching couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted, "Father, our county magistrate has been working hard on the construction site for the past half month and has donated most of his salary to help the victims. Sir, you..."

Obviously, the clerk judged from Zhang Dun's demeanor and behavior that the other party was most likely an official on a secret visit, so he was busy defending his superior.

Zhang Dun sighed, "Where is your prefect now? With such a big disaster, why is he not at the disaster site in person?"

The clerk said, "The prefect left for the Transport Commissioner's Office three days ago, saying that he had urgent business to attend to."

Zhang Dun suppressed his anger and cursed: "This is just nonsense. What urgent public affairs can be more important than disaster relief?"