Ming Fei is a woman with a strong sense of responsibility, and she now has the strength and financial resources to help more people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition, her friend Changqing is the left minister of Da Zou Guo, with an important official position, if Changqing is here, if he receives a disaster, he will rush to the disaster site as soon as possible to deal with the post-disaster rescue operation.

Now that he is not in the capital, she feels that she can do her part for him.

In addition, her father is the great Zou Guofu Guogong, and it is also her father's duty to seek benefits for the people.

Moreover, even if it is not for others, just for Mo Weiran, she should help him, she already has a lot of silver, so even if she scatters a lot of silver, as long as she can help Mo Weiran, she feels that it is worth it.

didn't stay too long, when Ming Fei came to the master bedroom, Mo Weiran was discussing with his staff what happened after the heavy snowfall.

Mo Weiran knew Ming Fei's ability, so when he discussed with his staff the various consequences that would arise in the near future, he did not avoid her, and even asked her to join in.

Ming Fei sat aside, quietly listening to what Mo Weiran and his staff were talking about.

She didn't speak, but listened.

It wasn't until Mo Weiran and his staff discussed all kinds of emergencies that might occur, big and small, that Ming Fei found out that Mo Weiran was a qualified politician, and his heart for the welfare of the people was so tolerant.

At this moment, Mo Weiran became tall in Ming Fei's heart.

But, that's all, she still doesn't feel anything infatuated with him.

just felt that he was born for the emperor in this life.

After Mo Weiran finished talking with the staff, he asked the staff to step back.

The staff saluted, and before leaving, they saluted Ming Fei before retreating.

When there were only two people left in the room, Mo Weiran glanced at Ming Fei and said, "Something?"

"It was supposed to be something, but now it's gone. Ming Fei said.

"What was it? I want to know, let's hear it. Mo Weiran said.

"It's about heavy snow!" Ming Fei pointed to the wall outside the glass window, "The thickness of the snow is twenty centimeters, and I think of the heavy snowfall in my previous life, and there are always people and regions who are affected, and along with the blizzard comes the collapse of houses, lack of medical care, freezing weather, lack of clothing and cotton, and other phenomena." In the previous life, the transportation was developed, the country was strong, the government had a lot of financial and material resources, and non-governmental organizations would participate in disaster relief, so everything was not difficult to solve. ”

Ming Fei couldn't help but be worried: "The houses here should not be as solid as modern reinforced concrete houses! Moreover, the living conditions here are far less developed than modern ones." I'm really worried about what to do if there is a disaster around the capital. ”

"Don't worry, I've sent someone out to count the areas hit by heavy snow, and the size of the snow in various places, and this matter will be sent to me in less than three days. Mo Weiran said.

The cities around the capital will get news early tomorrow morning, but other places in the far reaches will need more time.

"Mo Weiran, I have to admit that you are a natural political strategist. Ming Fei said: "You are very suitable to be the emperor." ”

"Wife, are you praising your husband for being a man who stands up to the sky?" Mo Weiran said.

"There is only one emperor in a country, what do you mean, is it true that you are the only man in the Great Zou Kingdom, and the others are not?"

"Of course, your husband is a man among men. Mo Weiran said.

Ming Fei rolled her eyes, ignored him, and said, "You might as well send someone to inform you, if there are houses in various places that are not solid, leave home for a while, go to other places to avoid the snow, or go to the roof to clear the snow." ”

"Regarding this matter, if there is no labor force in the family, only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left, it is not suitable to climb on the roof to clear the snow, otherwise the snow is slippery and prone to accidents. Mo Weiran said.

"That's just as well. Ming Fei also nodded.

Mo Weiran said: "I will ask my father to issue a holy decree, those who have strong labor in the family can go to the roof to clear the snow, and the old, weak, sick and disabled in the family can go to the big family to temporarily take shelter from the rain." ”

"What if a large family is unwilling to let the victims take refuge in the snow?" Ming Fei asked rhetorically.

"Divine decree, enforced. Mo Weiran said.

In ancient times, the divine decree was the great will of heaven, and no one dared to disobey it.

Mo Weiran said: "Push me to the desk, help me grind, I want to write an excerpt." ”

Ming Fei pushed him with one hand, walked to the desk, and put the ink block into the inkstone with one hand, added special water, and began to grind.

Mo Weiran enjoyed it for a while.

Every time he encounters a major event, even if his wife is having an awkward relationship with him, she will never delay the big event because of her temper.

It's like now, look at how virtuous she is, and she will do whatever she asks her to do.

Ming Fei grinded carefully, and soon, the ink fragrance overflowed.

Ming Fei bent down again to take a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and handed it to him.

Mo Weiran took it with his left hand and began to write.

"Do you need me to avoid it?" asked Ming Fei.

"No, look. Mo Weiran's pen did not stop, and a chic and uninhibited and atmospheric font appeared on the paper.

Soon, the precautionary fold was written.

Mo Weiran checked it, then blew dry his handwriting and closed the fold.

He said, "Open the door and call a secret guard in." ”

When he talks to Ming Fei, he will move the dark guard in the dark to a distant place so that the dark guard will not hear his conversation with Ming Fei.

Therefore, at this moment, no one can hear him shouting.

Ming Fei nodded, opened the door and shouted outside.

Soon, a secret guard appeared in the room, kneeling and saluting.

"Send the excerpt to my father, and ask him to make an order. Mo Weiran handed over the holy decree to the dark guard, and let the dark guard enter the palace quickly.

"No. The Dark Guard took it, saluted, and stepped back.

"You're busy, I'm going to be busy too. Ming Fei said.

"What are you busy with?" Mo Weiran asked with an eyebrow.

"My Ming family has thousands of employees in the capital, I can't plan for them?" Ming Fei said: "During this time, my people will go in and out of the prince's mansion at will, don't you mind?"

"As long as they don't break in. "There are many secrets in the Prince's Mansion, and although he trusts Ming Fei and Ming Yue, he has to be wary of her people.

"Rest assured, they know the measure. Ming Fei said.

After saying that, he walked out.

She went to the flower hall, called the secret guard, and began to relay her instructions.

Even, because of the heavy snowfall, although it was only afternoon, and there were still two hours before closing, she asked the secret guards to notify the shopkeepers, close the door in advance, and clear the snow on the roof.

If you have spare hands, you can directly carry a ladder to the slum alleys in the west of the city to help the people's homes that need to clean the roofs.

The east and north of the city are rich areas, and the houses are built and relied on, and a few tens of centimeters of heavy snow will not get in the way, but the low tiled houses in the west of the city are different, with adobe houses and thatched houses, which will be crushed by heavy snow.

Moreover, Ming Fei also ordered that the rice shops in the Ming family prepare food in case of emergency.

The dark guards also knew that the situation was serious, so the eleven secret guards gathered Ming Yue's sixty secret guards and other people to take action one after another to carry out Ming Fei's orders.