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Everyone in the court was silent, one by one like quails, shrinking into a ball, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

No one spoke.

Everyone lowered their heads, and they were even careful to gasp, for fear of making a little noise or attracting Han Xiu's attention.

"Who wants to help the victims?" Han Xiu's face was gloomy, his fists were clenched, and he stared at everyone present.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, no one spoke, and no one looked up. The entire court hall was lifeless, and there was a suffocating atmosphere.

"I ask you, who wants to give relief to the victims?" Han Xiu asked again, but his voice became more and more gloomy, and his face became even more gloomy.

The ministers still bowed their heads, no one dared to speak, and no one was willing to break the deadlock. There was silence in the court, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.

Time seemed to freeze, and everything became static, except for the furious Han Xiu.

"Why don't you talk one by one?! Are you going to let me cut you all down? Han Xiu's chest was churning with anger, and his eyes were full of murder.

He really wanted to kill, and even had an urge to kill all the people present and let the blood flood the entire hall.

"Minister...... Minister ......" The Ministry of Labor stood up, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with two trembling voices, "The minister is willing to help the victims." Just, the grain ...... What about the grain? ”

Where does the food come from?

If there is no food, what will he do to appease the victims?

Disaster relief is very dangerous, and if it is not handled properly, it can lead to a riot and eventually be killed by the mob to vent their anger.

Even if they are not killed by the mob, if the heavy rain continues for a few more days, the place where the victims are accepted at this moment will become an ocean.

Also, after the flood, there are many plagues!

On a rainy day at the end of June, the corpse will begin to decompose after being soaked in water all night. Those bubbling corpses are all covered with corpse poison, and as long as they are stained with a little bit, they will be sucked dry and angry, and the whole person will fall out of shape and die!

Die, die, die!

All sorts of ways to die!

Almost everyone knows that going to disaster relief is tantamount to death, and eighty percent of them may not return.

But someone has to do it.

"The minister is willing to go to disaster relief, but the minister wants food, enough food for two meals a day for the victims!" The squire of the Ministry of Works finally puffed up his chest.

He was willing to stand up because he had built the embankment of the Turbid River and was familiar with the terrain along the Turbid River.

When the river embankment burst, his heart was like a stone, he couldn't calm down, and he desperately wanted to do something for the people.

However, he was only good at river work, not general work. The family is not rich, and there are few servants, so I really don't know what I can do.

Until, the emperor wants to send someone to relieve the disaster.

Go to the flood site, go to the disaster victims, go to the levees that have not burst, guide the local people to strengthen the levees, and help the river embankments to give early warnings.

He can do and a lot more.

But first, what he needs most is food. Food that is enough for the victims to eat and will not starve to death.

"Where's Tobe?!" Han Xiu's complexion softened a little, as long as someone was willing to go to the disaster relief, the food matter could always be solved.

"The minister is here." The head of the household took a step forward and knelt directly on the ground, "There is no food left in the household department, and the last surplus grain is given to the military department." If the emperor wants food, he will ask for it from the Ministry of War! ”

"The military department? How can it be the Ministry of War? Han Xiu turned his head, his face puzzled, "What does King Yue say?" ”

"Back to the emperor, there is no surplus food in the military department. The grain was transported to the front line, so that General Zhou could gather troops and use it to attack the Northern Jin Dynasty. King Yue looked back at Han Xiu and did not back down.

The food that was finally in hand, but before it was warmed, I wanted him to return it. How is this possible?!

He didn't know or wanted to know about any major national events, what muddy river floods, or what kind of riots among the victims. He only knew that if he got the money and food in his hands, he didn't want him to hand it over!

"Isn't the army's food and salary always sufficient? Why do you want to transport grain again? Han Xiu took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He asked King Yue to go to the Ministry of War to serve as Shangshu, not to let the Ministry of War get food, but to drive Shi Bo home. But who would have thought that Shi Bo did not do anything to threaten the imperial court, but was the king of Yue......

Han Xiu's fists clenched suddenly, and his bones were faintly white.

Did he do it wrong?

Did he really do something wrong?

"The soldiers have to fight to the death every day, they eat a lot, the food is consumed very quickly, and the army's food and salary are already insufficient. I don't know how long the grain delivered this time can last......" King Yue lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice.

"Who else can do anything?" Han Xiu's voice was low, and he seemed to be endlessly tired.

……

The Son of Heaven was furious, ambushed millions of corpses, and blood stained the rivers.

Han Xiu hoped that he was such a genius, but reality slapped him in the face.

The murderous aura in Han Xiu's eyes was about to materialize. The front line asks for food,