Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

County Magistrate Zong was in his early thirties. He was like a student who had made a mistake in front of his teacher in front of Zhang Dun: "It is my fault. I have failed the emperor's favor."

Zhang Dun angrily said: "What does this have to do with a small county magistrate like you?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly bowed his hands to apologize, saying, "It was I who said something wrong just now, please don't blame me, County Magistrate."

A trace of bitterness flashed across County Magistrate Zong's lips: "It's okay, don't worry, old man." He has been in the position of county magistrate for four years since he passed the imperial examination four years ago. As a second-class imperial scholar, he has not been promoted in four years. This is probably the only one in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty.

Zhang Dun asked, "What is the name of the county magistrate Zong? If I meet the emperor someday, I will recommend one or two of your talents to him. With your talent and hard work, it would be a waste of your talent to stay in the position of a mere county magistrate."

County Magistrate Zong smiled faintly and said, "I dare not trouble you, old man. I am Zong Ze."

Zhang Dun stroked his beard and nodded slightly. Murong Fu was cheered up and couldn't help but look at the county magistrate Zong a few more times.

After the group left, Zhang Dun asked Murong Fu curiously, "My dear nephew, why did you pay so much attention to the county magistrate after he introduced himself?"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "I just think this person's name is interesting, and he is down-to-earth and hardworking. He will definitely achieve great success in the future."

Zhang Dun asked, "Oh? Why do you think so?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I guessed it!"

Zhang Dun did not comment, and then said in a deep voice: "There is no rush to go to the capital right now. We should first think of a way to provide relief to the victims of this disaster, and we must not cause any trouble. Does my dear nephew have any ideas?"

Murong Fu laughed: "Uncle, what you mean is that you want me to open my pocket, right?"

Zhang Dun was not embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed. He laughed and said, "Your Murong family has more than a million taels of wealth. It would be a great deed if you gave some of it to help the disaster victims. Why bother with these gold and silver items?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you are being generous to others, right?"

After some laughter, Murong Fu said, "Corrupt officials embezzled relief money and grain. This kind of thing has a long history and is not uncommon. But why is it that at this time, civilian ships are prohibited from passing through the canal?"

Zhang Dun sneered, "What's so hard to understand? It's nothing more than the government colluding with the local gentry to prohibit foreign grain ships from entering the area. The local tycoons took the opportunity to lower the price of land, forcing the disaster victims who were struggling to survive to sell their land at a low price."

Murong Fu sighed, "If this happens, after this flood, I wonder how many small landowners will become tenants and endure exploitation by their landlords."

Zhang Dun sighed: "Since the founding of our dynasty, land has been freely traded, and there is no such thing as permanent land as in the Sui and Tang dynasties. Although this greatly facilitated trade and circulation, it also greatly accelerated the annexation of land. A thousand-year-old field, eight hundred owners, in the end the land is concentrated in the hands of a few large households."

"When Wang Jinggong implemented the Qingmiao Law, his original intention was to prevent the situation of large households annexing land during famine years. Alas, after Wang Jinggong was dismissed, the Qingmiao Law was also abolished. Humph, these hypocrites keep saying that the 'Qingmiao Law' harms the people? In the end, doesn't it still prevent their so-called fellow villagers and relatives from annexing land?"

Whenever talking about the dispute between the new and the old, Zhang Dun always gritted his teeth and felt infinite emotion.

Murong Fu didn't want to join Zhang Dun in complaining, so he interrupted him: "Uncle, let's not discuss this right now. Civilian ships can't pass through the canal now. Even if I want to help the court, it will be useless if we can't get the grain in."

Zhang Dun thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Is it possible to transport food in by land?"

Murong Fu looked at Zhang Dun as if he were a fool.

Zhang Dun shook his head, his tone apologetic: "I was not thoughtful enough."

If the water route can be blocked, wouldn't it be even easier to set up checkpoints on land? Not to mention that the efficiency of transporting grain by land is far less than that by water. Originally, Murong Fu agreed to use his private money to help the victims with disaster relief, which was already a huge expense. If he allowed the Murong family to transport grain by land, then this favor would be greater than the sky.

After a brief pause, Zhang Dun said, "I remember that Ye Quan, the accountant of the Jiangnan East Road Canal Office, was once my student. I will write him a letter. I will ask him to sail the grain ship on the canal and transport it to Chuzhou in the name of the Jiangnan East Road Canal Office. How do you think this method is?"

Murong Fu smiled helplessly, "Uncle, as the saying goes, when a person leaves, the tea gets cold. If you were still in charge of the government, the so-called Ye Kongmu would have been very happy to hear about this little thing, so why would you need to write to you? But now that you are in the government in name only, you are actually no different from a commoner. Would Ye Kongmu still listen to you? Moreover, you said that the local government is colluding with the wealthy families and is aiming to annex the land. At this time, the grain ships from other places are just snatching food from the mouths of the local officials and gentry, not to mention him, a small Kongmu. Even the transport envoy himself would not risk offending his colleagues to repay you for your kindness."

Zhang Dun's face changed. With his scheming mind, how could he not know that what Murong Fu said was true? But he still had a glimmer of hope, and said half unwillingly: "Even so, people's hearts are always different. If the other party agrees to help, wouldn't it solve our troubles?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, in that case, you might as well write a letter to Ye Kongmu right away. The two roads are not far apart, and if the post station is fast, you will get a reply in two days at most. I will also write a letter to the farm manager of the Murong family in Gusu City, asking him to prepare 10,000 dan of grain immediately, and as soon as the grain ship arrives, it can be shipped immediately. If nothing unexpected happens, the famine victims in Chuzhou will be able to receive relief within ten days."

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"Okay, let's do this."

Five days later.

Zhang Dun looked at the reply letter in front of him with a grim face. Murong Fu had no doubt that if there was no one beside him at the moment, Zhang Dun would have burst into curses on the spot.

"Rejected?" Murong Fu looked at Zhang Dun with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Dun sighed: "I know that Wang Jinggong was devoted to the country and had a noble character, but he was dismissed from his position twice and died with regret."

Murong Fu said, "I received a letter from Gusu Farm yesterday. The food has been prepared, but the transportation has to stop at Runzhou, which is still 200 miles away from Chuzhou."

Murong Fu shook his head and sighed, then walked out to relax: "Uncle, you should worry about the affairs of the world after you enter the capital and take up the position of prime minister again!"