"Stay for me, what should I do on weekdays and continue to do what I need to do!" Mu Bo glanced at Uncle Zhang lightly.

Uncle Zhang opened his mouth, and finally slammed his fist on the table with resentment.

The hall was silent, Mu Bo's expression remained unchanged, and he put the tea cup in his hand on the small table beside him, "You all go back!" ”

Several people glanced at each other, then arched their hands at Mu Bo and retreated.

Only Liu Changzhong and Qingyang, who came to the mansion to discuss with Mu Bo, were left.

"You came here today, but you can't make up your mind?" Mu Bo asked Liu Changzhong.

Liu Changzhong paced two steps, walked in front of Mu Bo, and said with a sad face, "Uncle Mu, there has been a flood in Wanzhou. ”

"Wanzhou?" Mu Bo stood up suddenly, and even the green sheep beside him looked at Liu Changzhong intently, waiting for his next words.

"Yes! Yesterday afternoon, a couple who had fled to Beijing came to the Yiren Pavilion to sell their daughter and asked the reason for this. I hurriedly sent someone to investigate, and then I learned that Wanzhou had flooded five counties! Liu Changzhong said that his voice behind him could not hide his excitement, "Five counties! In the court, none of those civil and military officials paid attention to this matter! ”

The kind and flat expression on Mu Bo's face faded, and was replaced by a condensed face.

"Even if the journey from Wanzhou to Beijing is smooth, it will take at least five days to ride ......the carriage," Mu Bo calculated in a low voice.

"That couple set out from Wanzhou ten days ago, at first in a carriage, and then they were robbed of all their belongings, so they walked to the capital! In this way, it has been at least ten days since the flood in Wanzhou, and before that, there has been more than a month of flooding, but whether it is a flood or a flood, there is no news to Beijing! Liu Changzhong said angrily!

"No news to Beijing?" Mu Bo snorted coldly, "How could it not be!" The refugees have all entered Beijing, how can there be no news? It's just that everyone is very busy, busy fighting for a high position above this ever-changing court, how can they care about the life and death of the people? ”

Liu Changzhong knelt down with a plop, "My subordinates are in charge of the intelligence network of the Hou Mansion, but they haven't even received such important news, my subordinates are derelict in their duties, please punish Uncle Mu!" ”

"Get up! You are not to blame for this! Your information is mostly about the affairs of the court, and the people in the court don't care about it, how can you know it? Mu Bo helped him, touched his beard and said, "Immediately let people go to investigate the disaster situation, and allocate food tents and other places near the disaster area to resettle the victims!" ”

"My subordinates understand! It's just that if this disaster relief is only on us, it will be a ......drop in the bucket at all," Liu Chengzhong couldn't help but say.

"Naturally, you can't rely on us!" Mu Bo's vicissitudes of life were full of thoughts written on his face, his brows frowned slightly, and after a while, he asked Liu Changzhong in turn, "According to your understanding of the hundred officials in the court, who is the most suitable for disaster relief?" ”

Liu Changzhong quickly understood what Mu Bo meant, and quickly eliminated the people from the camp of the eldest prince and the second prince in his mind, and then eliminated all the people from King Cheng's faction, so that the number of remaining officials in his mind was less than twenty, and among these twenty people, although they did not have a clear position, they had a little sign of standing in line, and in the end, there were only less than ten people left!

Liu Changzhong opened his mouth with an ugly face, "Now above the court, there are not enough officials who do not run a private party ......"

"Those with too low official positions will go, and those who have no talent will go, how many people are left?" Mu Bo asked.