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The Anping Prefecture government office faces north and south.

When Yuanbao delivered grain to the government office, the fine rice was stacked on the west side of the yard, the radishes were stacked in the middle of the yard, and the sweet potatoes were stacked on the east side of the yard.

These three large grain piles are more than 10 meters high. Except for the aisles a few meters wide between the three large grain piles, almost the entire yard is filled with grain.

When he ran to the lobby and saw the scene in the yard, Prefect Zhao was stunned...

After coming to his senses, Prefect Zhao quickly ran to the grain pile in the yard to check...

When Magistrate Zhao saw the pile of fishing nets in front of him filled with radishes, he couldn't believe it. The suspicious thoughts in his mind disappeared instantly.

Who would be so kind as to deliver food to the government office?

Anping Prefecture is now short of both food and water. How many lives can be saved by these radishes in the government office?

The Bodhisattva must have known the sufferings of all living beings, and appeared at night to deliver these radishes to the government office.

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After thinking about it for a while, Governor Zhao walked towards the pile of sweet potatoes...

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"Which of you knows this thing?"

When he saw the sweet potatoes in the pocket of the fishing net, Prefect Zhao was confused and didn't understand what they were. He then asked Zhao San beside him and the yamen runner who was guarding the gate.

"Your Excellency, I don't know him."

"Your Excellency, I don't know him either."

The gatekeeper and Zhao San responded one after another.

After hearing the voices of Prefect Zhao and the others, Feng San and Zheng Si, who were standing in the backlight, hurried out...

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"Your Excellency, although I don't know what's in the pocket of the fishing net, I had the guts to taste a few bites of it just now."

After running to the side of Prefect Zhao, Feng San reported back.

"Oh, are you feeling unwell right now?"

"Your Excellency, this thing is definitely not poisonous. After I ate it, I didn't feel any discomfort. It's crispy and sweet, and tastes a bit like chestnuts and water chestnuts. It's a good thing!"

"So these fishing nets are filled with good stuff. I want to try some of it, too."

As Prefect Zhao spoke, he took out the sweet potatoes from the pocket of the fishing net...

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"Your Excellency, no! Let me try this first. After a while, when I have no problem, you can try it."

When Zhao San saw Prefect Zhao taking out the sweet potatoes from the fishing net and putting them to his mouth, he quickly stopped him.

"Will Feng San be alright after eating it? There must be nothing wrong with the things sent by the Bodhisattva. The three of you should try the taste of this thing together."

After saying this, Governor Zhao didn't care whether the sweet potato in his hand was clean or not, and just started to eat it...

"Yes, my lord."

After responding in unison, the gatekeeper, Zheng Si, and Zhao San also took out a sweet potato from the fishing net pocket and started to eat it...

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"This thing is just as Feng San said, it's crispy and sweet, it's a good thing."

After taking a few bites of the sweet potatoes and tasting the flavor, Governor Zhao praised it sincerely.

"It's a pity that I don't know what this good thing is called?"

After tasting the sweet potato, Zhao San took over the conversation.

"This thing tastes crispy and sweet, and tastes a bit like a ripe pumpkin. Let's just call it sweet potato from now on."

"Your Excellency is wise!"

Several people around Prefect Zhao said in unison.

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After walking around the sweet potato pile in the yard, Governor Zhao walked towards the pile of fine rice on the west side of the yard...

Zhao San and his companions followed closely...

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"Feng San, Zheng Si, do you two know what kind of food is in these sacks?"

When they came to the pile of fine rice and saw that it was all packed in sacks, Prefect Zhao asked Feng San and Zheng Si beside him.

"Your Excellency, those sacks contain fine rice. I just opened the sacks with Feng San and took a look."

As soon as Prefect Zhao finished speaking, Zheng Si took over the conversation and responded.

"Zheng Si, are all the sacks filled with fine rice?"

After hearing Zheng Si's report, Prefect Zhao asked again.

"Your Excellency, I don't know yet. Feng San and I only opened one sack."

"Well, you guys should open a few more sacks now and see if they are filled with fine rice."

"Yes, my lord!"

After responding, Zhao San and his companions began to open the sacks in front of them...

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Every time Zhao San and his men opened a sack, Prefect Zhao would come forward to take a look...

After opening more than ten sacks in succession and finding that they were filled with fine rice, Zhao San and his friends were very excited.

My God, these sacks are filled with fine rice. How many people can be fed with such a huge pile of fine rice!

When Governor Zhao saw that the opened sacks were filled with fine rice, he was overwhelmed with gratitude towards the Bodhisattva.

How many lives were saved by the food that the Bodhisattva sent to Anping Prefecture!

It is estimated that the six convoys of grain from Shuzhou were also brought to the government office by the Bodhisattva.

Thank you, Buddha!

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"It's almost dawn, everyone should go home. If you want to sleep, go and get some sleep. There will be a lot of things to do in the government office after dawn."

After calming down his excitement and giving some instructions to Feng San and the other three night watchmen, Prefect Zhao turned and walked towards the backyard...

Zhao San followed closely...

"Yes, my lord."

The three yamen runners responded at the same time and each walked towards their own dormitories...

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After returning to the study in the second hall, Prefect Zhao first wrote a memorial to Emperor Tianwu, reporting the good news that there was a lot of grain in the Anping government office.

"Zhao San, take this memorial to the post station and ask the staff there to send it 800 miles away urgently."

After sealing the memorial himself, Prefect Zhao handed it to Zhao San while giving instructions.

"I humbly obey my orders!"

He took the memorial from Prefect Zhao with both hands, responded, and then turned around and rushed out of the study...

After Zhao San left, Prefect Zhao began to wonder: How to deal with so much grain in the government office?

When there was no food in the government office, Prefect Zhao was worried and couldn't sleep at night. Now that the yard in front of the lobby was full of food, Prefect Zhao also felt a little worried.

The weather is so hot, and it will be easy for these grains to go bad if they are left in the open yard. We have to find a way to store them in a warehouse.

Currently, there are 10 granaries in Anping Prefecture, each of which can hold 50 jin of grain. The total granary in Anping Prefecture can hold up to 500 million jin of grain.

It is estimated that there are at least 10 million kilograms of grain stored in the yard, and the granaries of Anping Prefecture are definitely not enough to hold all this grain.

Since the granary of Anping Prefecture cannot store all the grain, it would be better to distribute it to the counties under the jurisdiction of Anping Prefecture as soon as possible.

There are more than ten counties under the jurisdiction of Anping Prefecture. The county towns of these counties are far and near from the city of Anping Prefecture. Some of the county towns are hundreds of miles away from the city of Anping Prefecture. It would be a bit of a hassle to ask the county magistrates to come to the government office for a meeting before distributing food to them. It would be better to directly issue a notice to the county magistrates and ask them to bring their men and carriages to the Anping Prefecture government office as soon as possible to collect food.

After making up his mind, Magistrate Zhao picked up his pen and began to write notices to the county magistrates...