The daughter of a general is reborn to save the whole family of the marquis

"I think that in addition to leading people into the disaster area to rescue the people, we should also bring some imperial doctors with us to provide timely treatment for the injured victims. Secondly, after the disaster situation stabilizes, we should reduce or exempt taxes for the victims in Qingyang City until they rebuild their homes." said the prince.

These are all common disaster relief strategies, and it is difficult to tell who is better between the Crown Prince and King Cheng.

The emperor still couldn't make a decision, so he asked Xie Lin again: "Is there any other way?"

Xie Lin replied: "The Crown Prince and His Royal Highness King Cheng care about the people in the disaster area. It doesn't matter who goes. If you have to choose one person, why not draw lots?"

Draw lots?

Everyone was stunned, feeling that this was a bit ridiculous, but they also felt that there was no better way than this.

The emperor made a prompt decision and asked someone to write the three words "Qingyang City" on a piece of paper, and then crumpled the paper into a ball so that no trace of ink could be seen from the outside. The emperor shook the two pieces of paper a few times and asked Yao An to bring the paper balls to Dongfang Ye and Dongfang Shuo.

“Whoever catches a piece of paper with the words ‘Qingyang City’ on it will go to Qingyang City to provide disaster relief,” said the emperor.

Dongfang Shuo's hands hidden in his wide sleeves suddenly clenched, and then clenched again.

He and brother Dongfang Ye pretended to refuse, and in the end Dongfang Ye drew the lot first.

Dongfang Shuo secretly exhaled a breath, then picked up the paper ball and slowly peeled it open. The three words "Qingyang City" appeared inside.

He immediately knelt down and said, "Father, I will not disappoint you when I go to Qingyang City."

Xie Lin looked at his back and thought silently, I was able to draw Dongfang Shuo by drawing lots, is this God's will?

He unconsciously reached for the letter hidden in his sleeve pocket. If it weren't for this letter, he would have been one of the people requesting to go to Qingyang City.

Unfortunately, he had to stay.

However, the pretty face in his mind always haunted him and made him unable to calm down. He must ensure that she was safe.

She will be safe, right?

"Thank you, sir? Thank you, sir..." Wen Tingshen's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Xie Lin came back to his senses and looked at him.

Wen Tingshen lowered his voice and reminded him: "The emperor is asking you if you have any good ideas for disaster relief this time."

Everyone thought Xie Lin was very strange. At such a critical moment, he was distracted, and he was distracted in front of the emperor.

If he couldn't come up with a good idea, the emperor would probably be angry. Now the emperor was looking at him with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Xie Lin said, "Your Majesty, we will use work in lieu of relief. The court will have spent money and will be able to rebuild Qingyang City, so there will be no need to spend extra money in the future."

The court officials were shocked. How come they hadn't thought of such a good method before? This method had obviously been used by previous people, and there were relevant records in books.

Dongfang Ye and Dongfang Shuo were suddenly enlightened. They had not thought of this method just now. Otherwise, they would not have to draw lots to determine the winner.

When the two brothers thought back on what happened that night, they both felt that the atmosphere at the time had put them too much pressure on themselves, making it difficult for them to think clearly, so they ignored the disaster relief strategy of using work as a substitute for relief.

However, the relief workers had already been decided, and Dongfang Shuo felt fortunate, but Dongfang Ye regretted it deeply.

The emperor also arranged for Liu Xun, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, to accompany Dongfang Shuo to Qingyang City as his deputy.

After leaving the Zichen Palace, the two of them returned to their respective homes to pack up. At dawn the next day, Dongfang Shuo and Liu Xun led a large number of troops and food and set off for Qingyang City.

Shortly after they set off, Xie Lin also arranged for spies to secretly go to Qingyang City to check whether Chu Heyi was safe.

After the spies left, Xie Lin still stood in the yard, not looking away for a long time.

In the early autumn, thick fog rose in the mountains and forests. The morning breeze brought a slight chill. Wang Shan came forward and said, "My Lord, you said earlier that you wanted to watch the villagers harvest rice. The carriage is ready. Shall we set off now?"

Xie Lin said "hmm", then retracted his gaze, left the Xie Mansion, got on the carriage, and headed to the village to see the bumper rice harvest this autumn.

Standing on the edge of the field, Xie Lin looked up and saw that the rice ears were growing well, emitting brilliant golden light in the sun. He crushed a rice grain between his fingertips, and crushed out plump white rice grains.

Wang Shan sighed beside him: "Master Yuan Yun is really amazing. Who would have thought that he had such talent at that time."

In the sunshine, the rice fields seem to have turned into a golden ocean. When the morning breeze blows, layers of rice waves rise up, which is quite spectacular.

After standing for a while, Xie Lin thought about the contents of the letter, so he called Wangshan to his side and whispered something to him. Wangshan looked at him in surprise.

Then, he asked the question in his mind: "Sir, do we need to do this?"

Xie Lin nodded slightly and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Yes."

……

After three days of long journey, Dongfang Shuo and Liu Xun's troops finally arrived at Qingyang City.

It was dusk when they arrived and it was still raining. As they walked along the road, they saw countless broken walls and ruins, and cries of grief could be heard from far and near.

Standing here at this moment, they could see endless broken walls stretching out before their eyes, looking miserable in the mist and autumn rain.

Even though local officials have gathered manpower and rushed to rescue the victims, their capabilities and manpower are far from enough in the face of such a severe ground fissure.

In addition, after the big earthquake, there were countless large and small earthquakes, so when Dongfang Shuo and others arrived, Qingyang City was still in ruins, and the traces of rescue were almost negligible from the sight.

County Magistrate Qin Rui had already known that Dongfang Shuo was coming, and was waiting at the city gate to welcome Dongfang Shuo and others into the city.

While reporting the ground fissure situation to Dongfang Shuo, Qin Rui couldn't stop crying:

"That night I was staying at the prefect's house. I was half asleep and half awake when I heard a loud rumbling noise. The ground shook! When I got up and looked outside, I saw trees falling. When I escaped from the house, the house also collapsed.

"Many people were buried under houses and trees, one after another. I was lucky enough to survive, but unfortunately my wife and son died in their sleep while sleeping in my house..."

The atmosphere was very solemn. The other people who came with the county magistrate also wiped their tears. There were traces of dirt on everyone's face, and those dirty traces were filled with pain that could not be concealed.

Not only did they lose their homes overnight, they also lost their loved ones.

Dongfang Shuo was surrounded by people and walked in the endless ruins, and his heart was inevitably touched.

He said, "Now that I am here, I will rescue all those buried in the ruins. Sir Liu, gather all the soldiers and start rescuing people now."

Under the leadership of the county magistrate, they came to an open space and Dongfang Shuo began to arrange manpower.