Shangguan Qianyu, the grain purchased by the imperial court's disaster relief silver, arranged to come from two roads, all the way to Wu'an County through Annan County, and all the way to Jingyi County to Huaiyang County.

It was about the same time as the Qincha Guard, but because it involved the purchase of food and supplies, it took at least three or four days to arrive.

However, the people in the city still have no rice to cook, and they are so hungry that their faces are yellow and thin, not to mention the victims in the hard-hit areas of Huaiyang County and Annan County? Shangguan Qianyu was ready to mobilize them to donate some money and food to solve their urgent needs.

Shangguan Qianyu shilling ordered all counties to report the disaster, so that they could formulate strategies according to the actual disaster situation, and no concealment was allowed.

Houses that collapsed after the flood had to be rebuilt, and there was no way to do it if we relied only on food for disaster relief. He stayed busy until late at night, making a series of relief plans.

Shangguan Qianyu held the pen and looked at the proposed disaster relief plan with a deep groan, when suddenly the candlelight in the room flickered slightly.

The brush in Shangguan Qianyu's hand immediately took off his hand and flew to the window with a whirl, only to hear a snort, and then, there was a bang, which was the sound of someone falling under the windowsill.

Shangguan Qianyu shouted lightly: "Who?"

An angry voice outside the door scolded angrily: "Okay, you Shangguan boy, the monk came all the way to see you, and you will reward the monk with a brush? The monk is very angry, and the consequences are very serious! Hmph!"

As he spoke, the entire window suddenly opened, and a light and discernible head rushed forward, carrying a sound of wind, with a sharp palm wind, and slapped Shangguan Qianyu.

Shangguan Qianyu was slightly stunned, and then showed a helpless expression that could not cry or laugh, and stepped back sideways, avoiding this palm.

This bells and whistles seemed to be a strong palm, and not even a piece of paper was startled.

Xuyun's white monk's clothes fluttered, standing on the ground, squinting at Shangguan Qianyu, his eyes were very dangerous.

Shangguan Qianyu said amusedly: "Master, can you appear normally next time?"

Xuyun rolled his eyes and said, "It's not normal for the monk to appear this time, the monk has gone through your window!"

Shangguan Qianyu: "......"

It makes sense, he was speechless, compared to what suddenly appeared before, or something behind him, it was indeed normal for him not to go through the doors and windows.

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Why did you come to Fengzhou?"

Xuyun said angrily: "It's not all because of you!"

Shangguan Qianyu wondered, he didn't mess with this monk this time, he said, "I don't owe you truffle snow, do I?"

Xuyun rolled his eyes arrogantly, he didn't come for wine, he was angry, he was the host of his dignified Bodhi Temple, no, he was a fairy wind and a master, a transcendent outsider, he was instructed by a little girl to be a messenger, and he felt aggrieved when he thought about it.

But he didn't dare to offend the little girl, so Shangguan Qianyu wanted to see his good face, no way!

Xuyun said: "Is it cool to kill people today?"

Shangguan Qianyu was surprised and said, "Are you here for those people?"

Xuyun almost jumped up, and slapped Shangguan Qianyu with one palm: "I'm not sorry for your sister, can you still chat happily?"

Shangguan Qianyu leaned sideways to let go of this palm, touched his chin and said, "Do you really want to beat me up?" But I remember that I didn't offend you during this time!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuyun flew up, his fists and feet were fingers, and the attack was as dense as a net, so he rolled up to Shangguan Qianyu, and said in his mouth: "The answer is correct, but there is no prize!"