Mr. Fu ran away again today

King Ying finally turned against him.

It will take a few days for the news to arrive from the capital, and it may be several hours before the next news arrives.

When Cheng Yu came back, Mo Chen was resting on the bamboo couch in the house.

Hearing the movement, Mo Chen opened his eyes, glanced at the visitor, and asked, "What did Xuan Chu say?"

Cheng Jin said: "Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhou have gone outside the city. Cheng Xuan went outside the city to report to Mr. Fu. Let me tell the island owner first when I come back, so as not to worry you."

Mo Chen turned over and said, "I have nothing to worry about. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. It won't bother us to let them make trouble in the capital. By the way, what is Xuan Chu going to do outside the city?"

Cheng Jin said: "Hundreds of refugees gathered outside the city, and the adults were afraid of accidents, so they went to have a look."

Mo Chen got up and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Mo Chen rode his horse out of the city with Cheng Yu, and after running less than ten miles to the west, he heard commotion ahead, and it was difficult for the horse to move forward.

Four to five hundred people crowded together, and the crowd was excited. On the slightly higher slope in front, Fu Chuxi and several adults stood in the middle under the protection of officers and soldiers. Fu Chuxi kept talking, but obviously no one could listen.

They waved their fists one by one, eager to step forward and tear them apart, cursing "corrupt officials" and "dog officials" one by one.

After listening for a while, Mo Chen probably understood that these people knew that the imperial envoy was in Lincheng, and they went to Lincheng one by one to survive.

However, when they arrived in Lincheng, they were not allowed to enter the city. Not only that, the county magistrate Zhu was afraid of accidents, and ordered the officers and soldiers to drive him out of the city for ten miles.

The person who is most afraid of death in this world is the one who cannot survive.

And these victims who have lost their homes and have nothing have no way of life. Now that the last way of life is blocked, it is no wonder that they all look like they want to eat people.

"Island Master, you wait outside, I'll go in and have a look." Cheng Jin said, and was about to dismount.

Mo Chen said: "I'll go, you wait."

After all, without waiting for Cheng Yu to react, he jumped onto the horse's back, and it was obvious that he flew and landed among the few people surrounded by officers and soldiers.

When the officers and soldiers saw someone approaching, they drew their swords one after another. Cheng Xuan moved very quickly, the sword in his hand was not even out of the sheath, he just turned around and slapped the sword in the hands of several people beside him, and they drew half of the sword He was shot back into the scabbard.

At this time, Mo Chen had already landed beside Fu Chuxi.

Fu Chuxi frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

"Come here to solve Xuanchu's urgent need." Mo Chen smiled and asked in a low voice, "Did Cheng Xuan tell you about the capital?"

Fu Chuxi nodded, and said: "It seems that the second batch of supplies will be difficult to deliver. But if the victims are not relieved in time, there may be chaos."

"They just want to live in a corner and fill their stomachs. I have an idea, would Xuan Chu want to hear it?" Mo Chen asked.

Fu Chuxi looked at him: "What idea?"

Mo Chen said: "Let them use their strength in exchange for their own food and lodging."

Fu Chuxi said: "It's easy to say, now unless the disaster relief funds arrive, we can let them participate in the construction of water conservancy projects, otherwise where will the rations come from?"

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Let's go out, we don't build water conservancy, just outside this city is a highland, build a house for them, let them settle here temporarily, when the flood passes, it should only be one or two After one or two months, you don’t need to rush, they will go back to their hometown.”

Zhou Cheng interjected: "I think Daxia Mo's idea is feasible, but there are so many victims. If we do this, I am afraid that the victims from all around will gather here. Roughly estimated, at least thousands of taels of silver will be needed to resettle them."

Mo Chen said: "It's only a few thousand taels, you can afford it, you can afford it."

Fu Chuxi glanced at the prodigal island owner of his family, then at the sallow and emaciated victims, and said, "That's the only way to go."

Now that the solution is out, and there are imperial envoys in charge, County Magistrate Zhu can only nod naturally.

On the same day, I asked people to set up two highlands outside the city, first asked people to build a simple shed, transported the food, and then started to prepare for building a house.

When Fu Chuxi returned to the backyard of the government office, the first thing he did was to write a note and report the incident.It only said that there were righteous men to help, but did not mention who it was.

He also stated that he was unable to get up and return to Beijing in time due to physical discomfort, and asked the emperor for more time, using the excuse of taking care of his health, and planned to take care of the disaster relief.

"Now you write the notebook and go home, who will read it?" Mo Chen propped his chin and sat at the desk, dripped a few drops of water into the inkstone, and picked up the ink stick to grind the ink.

"It's their business to see who they are, but it's my business to write." Fu Chuxi said, "These few thousand taels of silver are just the beginning. Have you ever thought that there will be more and more people behind, and the expenses will also increase. It is estimated that there is no tens of thousands of taels of silver, so this matter cannot be done well. As for the imperial court, no matter what the situation is, they may not have the mind to take care of the affairs here in a short time."

"Tens of thousands of taels. Hmm..." Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi, "Can we get it on our island?"

Fu Chuxi asked: "When I billed you every month, you didn't even put your ear on it?"

Mo Chen said with a smile: "When Zhao Xuan came, I went into my left ear and out of my right ear. When you came..."

Fu Chuxi glanced at him, and Mo Chen said with a smile: "My eyes and ears are on you, as for what you said, who cares, as long as I listen to you, I will be happy."

Fu Chuxi shook her head helplessly: "Fortunately, you are just an island owner. If you are the emperor, you must be a licentious and invincible fool."

Mo Chen looked serious: "I'm only licentious to you."

The expression on Fu Chuxi's face was so wonderful after saying a word, he held back for a while, knocked on the table and said, "Grind ink."

"Of course." Mo Chen smiled.

When the memorial was sent out, a second message came from the capital.

King Ying and his party rebelled and were suppressed. The emperor was assassinated and his life was in danger. Now the prince has been pushed to a high position to preside over the government.

After reading the second message, Fu Chuxi calmly lit the candle and burned the note.

Everything was as he expected, King Ying was defeated in the end, the crown prince must have already made arrangements to prevent him from rebelling.

Now the emperor's life is dying, and I'm afraid he will die soon.

If the emperor dies, there will be an imperial decree to call him back to the palace. At that time, after the crown prince ascends the throne, he can leave the capital completely.

The most important thing right now is disaster relief.He must settle the victims as soon as possible before the definite news comes from the capital.

After that night, Mo Chen found that Fu Chuxi seemed to be in a hurry, going out every day before dawn and coming back after dark.

In a few days, Master Zhou and County Magistrate Zhu lost a lot of weight, and they came to Mo Chen cautiously, hoping that he could persuade His Highness to take care of his health and not to be too tired.

A few days later, the first imperial decree came from the capital, withdrawing the previous oral order for Fu Chuxi to return to Beijing, allowing Fu Chuxi and Zhou Cheng to stay in the disaster area to help the victims, and at the same time issued an imperial decree for tax reduction and exemption.In addition, the prince also sent a letter, saying that he knew that Fu Chuxi was unwell, so he asked the emperor for an order to order an imperial doctor in the palace to come to take care of Fu Chuxi's body, and he would arrive in a few days.

It was night, after Fu Chuxi took a bath, he played a game of chess with Mo Chen under the lamp.

Fu Chuxi said: "Do you understand the content of today's imperial decree?"

Mo Chen said: "Isn't it just to let you continue to provide disaster relief, then reduce or exempt taxes, and let the imperial doctor come to adjust your body?" Mo Chen said, took a sip of wine from the jug, "The prince is quite concerned about you. Well."

"It looks like this on the surface." Fu Chuxi said, "Do you know how people call me recently?"

"The virtuous king." Mo Chen said, "This time the disaster relief, among other things, your glorious image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Every time you go out, they see you as if they saw a living Bodhisattva. It's really worthy of you." It's my Mr. Fu."

But Fu Chuxi sighed: "There is a saying that a big tree attracts the wind. The title of virtuous king is harmful to me but not beneficial."

The author has something to say:

If the crown prince wants to ascend the throne, Mr. Fu will be able to return to Mochen Island and live a happy life with the island owner~