Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

It’s just not fun to go shopping when the weather is hot. Look, I’ve sweated a lot!

The back garden of the Fourth Prince's mansion is not very big, at most the size of an ordinary yard. There are many kinds of flowers and plants planted in it, but there is nothing too precious, so people just appreciate the flowers for fun.

The precious flowers and plants were all in the main courtyard of the lady's house, and some were also planted in the front yard. The rest of the places were filled with common things.

The sun was scorching and it was easy to get a heat stroke if you stayed outside. After walking for a quarter of an hour, the mother and son returned to Begonia Garden.

Nothing special happened in the next few days. Honghui had already learned half of the "Thousand Character Classic". In less than ten days, he should be able to finish this not-so-thick enlightenment book.

What he said in the garden still reached Ama's ears, but it was not done by Aunt Qi, but by my mother who told it under the pretext of telling a joke.

"Master, please tell me, isn't it possible that Honghui was too worried, causing me and Sister Qi to have such a big fight?"

Honghui still remembers the expression on his father's face at that time, which was one of extreme unwillingness but also a little relief in his heart.

He was unwilling because he was already 27 years old, and there was still only Honghui, the eldest prince, in the mansion. He was relieved because Honghui, the eldest prince, had been educated to be sensible, filial, and friendly to his brothers.

"Honghui still has a little homework to do. I'll order a few pens for him in a few days so he can start tracing."

Yixiu pretended not to see the gnashing of teeth on the Fourth Master's face. After all, giving him more homework was for Honghui's sake. She had noticed these days that her son was learning with ease, so it was only a matter of time before the Fourth Master gave him more homework.

"All of you are my subordinates. I am busy with my official duties. I am watching over Honghui here."

Honghui lowered his head in pretended frustration, but after a moment he became eager to try again, so as to reassure his father and mother.

For the next period of time, Yinzhen seemed to be stimulated and he took turns to rest in each princess' room several times, intending to make them conceive children as soon as possible.

However, something big soon disrupted his rhythm and made him no longer focus on the women in the backyard.

In July of the 43rd year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi, the Yellow River flooded, and areas such as Henan and Shandong that the river passed through downstream were severely affected. However, officials falsely reported the disaster, causing people to be displaced.

In the Qianqing Palace, Kangxi was furious and urgently summoned all the princes who came to the court to participate in government affairs as well as many important officials of the previous dynasty, wanting to arrange the disaster relief as soon as possible.

"The Yellow River is flooding again, and the people are displaced. In your opinion, what should I do now?"

The prince first looked at Prince Yinzhi, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "Father, I think we should immediately allocate money for disaster relief and arrange for the reconstruction of the river bank."

Yinzhi was not to be outdone. He and Crown Prince Yinreng were already at loggerheads in the court. "I think we should have someone conduct a thorough investigation of the river officials. I am not a talented person, but I am willing to go through this for you, Father."

At that time, the court was basically dominated by the Prince's Party and the Eldest Prince's Party. Yinzhen, as a member of the Prince's Party, had not yet emerged. As for the Eighth Prince Yinsi and others, they had no influence in the court.

"Then tell me, who should I arrange to take charge of disaster relief?"

The Crown Prince and the Prince of Zhi vied with each other to recommend officials from their own camps, and for a while one could hear the two of them arguing endlessly in the court.

Kangxi remained expressionless. Soetu had been executed by me last year, and Nalan Mingzhu had long been out of favor. However, the situation in the previous dynasty had long been hostile, with the crown prince and the eldest prince fighting to the death.

"Yinzhen, what do you think?"

Yinzhen knelt on the ground, thinking about how many people were displaced by the flood, but he was powerless to do anything. With the Crown Prince and Prince Zhi around, how could he step forward?

"In reply to your Majesty, I think that Zhang Penghe, the Governor-General of Liangjiang, has done his best to manage the river and is a capable official. He has managed the Yellow River for several years without causing any floods. It would be better to let him oversee disaster relief."

Kangxi nodded in his heart. Zhang Penghe was the person he promoted, and Yinzhen proposed that this person be in charge of disaster relief matters, which showed that he had no selfish motives.

Since it involves hundreds of thousands or even millions of silver dollars for disaster relief, it is better to hand it over to one's own people.

"Just as Yinzhen said, let Zhang Penghe be in charge of disaster relief and rebuilding the riverbank, and the Ministry of Justice will thoroughly investigate the officials involved in the case for dereliction of duty!"

After the court session, Yinzhen walked out of the Qianqing Palace and saw eighty to ninety-three princes blocking his way. It seemed that they had something to say.

"Fourth brother, I really admire your loyalty to the Emperor, but I wonder if the Crown Prince will have any objections?"

Then Yinzhen heard the prince's voice coming from behind, "Oh? I didn't know that you, eighth brother, thought of me this way. Fourth brother is so loyal, I am so happy. Fourth brother, come back to my Yuqing Palace, I want to play a few games of chess with you."

In the eyes of the crown prince, his fourth brother Yinzhen was his man, so how could he be bullied by the eldest prince's party? Besides, it was already a good thing that the disaster relief matter did not fall into the hands of the eldest prince's party. Since the death of Suo Etu, the power of the crown prince's party has been greatly reduced. He was afraid that the emperor would reuse the eldest prince's people again.

After the prince said this, he left the Qianqing Palace with great dignity and pride. He was happy that he could make the boss unhappy.

Yinzhen looked at the back of his second brother, the Crown Prince, and then at the magnificent Qianqing Palace. For the first time, he realized the importance of power.

He is just a small Beile now. When can he be promoted to a higher position and be conferred the title of Prince by the Emperor?

Yinzhen naturally didn't know that when Kangxi went to Yonghe Palace later, he praised him in front of Concubine De, saying that the fourth prince was finally not as reckless as before!

"It seems that I should have given him a beating earlier. Now that the fourth child has come to his senses, he will immediately become sensible, right?"

Begonia Garden

Yixiu is teaching Honghui how to play chess. Her chess skills are good enough to cope with a three-year-old.

Honghui has to think for a while before making a move. He can probably remember the chess records he has played before, but he has never learned them systematically. He can only rely on his memory to learn and apply what he has learned.

"Why didn't Father come to test and teach me these days? Is there any official business to deal with?"

Yixiu replied nonchalantly, "Your father was delayed by government affairs. The Yellow River flooded and the riverbank needed to be rebuilt. He was in the Ministry of Works, so he was inevitably busy."

"What? The Yellow River is flooding again? The people along the river are going to be displaced again!"

The chess piece in Honghui's hand fell onto the chessboard. He no longer had the heart to continue playing chess. A year after his death in his previous life, he was in a daze, so he never knew that the Yellow River would flood again this year.

"Mother, are there many refugees in the capital now?"

Yixiu was stunned by the question and stood there for a moment. Honghui was too smart. "Well, I heard that hundreds of thousands of refugees were stopped in the outer city. The emperor ordered that they were not allowed to enter the inner city. But the money for disaster relief has been allocated. There is free porridge and soup in the outer city every day."

Give out porridge? According to the temperament of those officials in the court, no matter how much relief money is given, it will turn into porridge so thin that there is not even a grain of rice in it when it reaches the mouths of the refugees!

This wouldn't do. He couldn't watch so many people die in vain. A Yellow River flood would kill at least tens of thousands of people, not to mention the many people who would be displaced.

Cement? No, he only knew that it existed, but he didn't know the specific formula.

Corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other high-yield food? These seem to be available now, but the yield is not very high and not many farmers grow them.

Yes! Heshen, a corrupt official favored by Hongli, once did something very strange: he secretly mixed sand into the disaster relief grain.

This may not sound nice, but it really works.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! He had to act as soon as possible.