The Chin mission came too quickly!

This was the first thought that came to the squire's mind when they heard the news.

The last time there was a big earthquake in Guanzhong, Emperor Jiajing, whether he was caught in a party dispute or had some other purpose, anyway, he officially issued an edict more than a month later, sending ministers and prime ministers to provide disaster relief.

This time it was interesting, the Emperor of the Apocalypse appointed a minister of the Xinuan Pavilion as the minister of the Imperial Mission on the same day, and the next day he issued a holy decree to announce it to the world.

This is the first time that such a swift disaster relief method has been provided!

Qin sent a banquet to the squire, and then greeted him politely, which is a regular must, so many people don't think it's unusual for Wang Zaijin to send out invitations.

It's just that Wang Zaijin doesn't have a good reputation among the squires because he does things for the emperor, and many people just talk about people and don't want to come.

Qingzhou Prefecture was the lighter area of the six prefectures in Shandong.

The squires here have been wealthy since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty and continue to this day, as well as those who started by selling illicit salt along the coast and dominated one side.

In the Qian family's mansion, a pot-bellied wealthy businessman owner sniffed in the wind and smelled a thick smell of slaughter coming from the air.

"Bang!"

I can't help but say that the door of the Qian family was kicked open.

Yang Zhaoji led his soldiers out of the courtyard, pressing the saber in his hand, staring at him tightly, clenching his fists and sneering:

"Money Owner!"

"I heard that you are seriously ill and can't move around, so you can't go to Yuncheng."

"Elder Ge said, the Qian family is the first Qingyan family, if you come, the other salt families will have to come, please forgive me for being rude."

"Carry away ——!"

Qian Kun had a cold face, sat firmly on the chair, and shouted when he heard the words:

"Yang Zhaoji, you dare!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a noise everywhere in the courtyard, and dozens of heavily armed salt rods suddenly appeared, surrounding Yang Zhaoji and his personal soldiers.

Who is Yang Zhaoji, that is a warrior who fought in the sea of swords and blood, how can he be afraid of this threat?

His eyes tightened, his saber was half-sheathed, and he sneered:

"Qian Dongjia, what do you mean, do you think I, Yang Zhaoji, will be afraid of these stinky fish?"

When the words landed, a salt leader carried a long knife, ran into the courtyard in a panic, and whispered a few words to Qian Kun.

The latter listened, was slightly stunned, and said in a deep voice:

"Yang Dashuai, do you want me to go?"

Yang Zhaoji put away the knife, knowing that the other party was cowardly, "hehe" laughed twice.

"This earthquake in the three provinces, the imperial court attaches great importance to it, and even the emperor has issued an edict. Now that the minister has arrived in Yuncheng, how can you local heroes not make some efforts? ”

"Didn't I say that you have a lot of benefits from the imperial court on weekdays, but are you really going to be all impermeable walls for those private salt things in the past?"

Qian Kun was silent, silent for a long time, and waved his hand to signal the salts to count them all.

After a while, Ai Ai said:

"Say, what do you want my Qian family to do?"

Yang Zhaoji pressed his hand on his fat shoulder and said:

"It's not that I want you to do anything, it's that after the current earthquake, the local government needs you to be strong and strong, how to collect the victims and do something practical for the court."

After saying that, Yang Zhaoji walked out of Qian's house, mounted his mount, and shouted inside:

"Qian Dongjia, I can remind you that if it doesn't arrive as scheduled, the Qian Mansion will not be left behind, and the green salt transportation field will also belong to the imperial court!"

"Let's go, go to the next one!"

Leaning less, Qian Kun secretly wiped his sweat, pretended to be calm, and asked in a false voice:

"Did Yang Zhaoji transport the cannon away?"

The leader of the salt ding is still apprehensive now, and he doesn't want to go out to see anything.

After a while, under the constant urging of Qian Kun, Yan Ding cautiously probed out, and saw that all the officers and soldiers outside the mansion had withdrawn, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Let's go, Datong's soldiers and horses, as well as those pier guns, are all withdrawn."

Qian Kun was still apprehensive and muttered to himself:

"Special mother, the handsome man here is really different, he actually came with a cannon."

As for Yang Zhaoji's last sentence that the chicken and dog will not be left, Qian Kun is already convinced that the border army of Datong Town, his own salt Ding should be a little later.

......

"Pavilion Elder sees thousands of miles!"

As soon as Wang Zaijin Fu took his seat, he saw these willing and forced squires standing up to toast him.

"I don't know what I know."

"Sit, everybody!"

Today's banquet is really intriguing.

The location is not in the familiar Kuanzhai compound, and Wang Zaijin doesn't know what to think, so he actually held a banquet to entertain them in the dilapidated Yuncheng official mansion.

"Xie Ge Lao!"

A group of squires dressed in gold and silver, silk and satin, with different thoughts, sat down.

It's just that sitting can't stop.

The king set up a banquet mansion in Jin, but the mansion had already collapsed, and they were sitting on top of the ruins, surrounded by the affected people.

Qian Kun broke out in a cold sweat on his face, if there was no Yang Zhaoji and the surrounding officers and soldiers to protect him, he even believed that these victims would not hesitate to swallow their lives alive.

"I don't know if the elder invited me to the banquet to wait, whether it was for disaster relief."

Soon, someone couldn't sit still.

Wang Zaijin looked over and found that it was a big man from Wuding Prefecture, so he smiled and said:

"Although this official has only been in Yuncheng for a few days, he also knows that Wuding Prefecture has been seriously affected, but looking at Zhao Dongjia's outfit, it seems that there is not much loss?"

Hearing this, Wuding Prefecture Haoqiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed:

"Actually, the damage is not small..."

"Today, I invite you here, first, my king has just arrived at the beginning of the Jin Dynasty, and he is not very familiar with the affairs of Qilu, so he needs your help."

"These two are because of the emperor's personal victory in the southwest, the rebellion was removed, the world is happy, a piece of peace, and everyone is happy and happy!"

"This..."

Hearing this, the squires began to look wrong.

No one is a fool, so he can naturally hear that Wang Zaijin said the opposite, and someone got up and said:

"Qin Cha said and laughed, the earthquake in the three provinces is that the court has no virtue, I think it is the corruption of officials who has angered the heavens, this evil fire, it is better not to wait for me."

"Exactly, if the elder of the pavilion is really capable, he should let the victims of the disaster all over the land receive relief, but he is not here to whisper and ridicule us."

Wang Zaijin's eyes wandered, looking at the two people who spoke, he was not angry, and said with a smile:

"The earthquake in the three provinces, if it all depends on the imperial court, it will not be able to cover everything."

"You are all powerful and powerful clans with local influence, and there are many people in various places, and this official has also thought that this time I need your help to appease the displaced people and restore the city."

"But Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road."

"I look at you, if the victims starve to death on the road outside the door, they don't look like people who can give away that porridge and meal, so they don't mention it, and there is absolutely no mockery."

"Since you won't help the imperial court for disaster relief, what's the use of mentioning it again?"

After saying this, Wang Zaijin's meaning was about to come out.

He is using the method of agitation to encourage these big families in Shandong to contribute money and strength to help the imperial court in local disaster relief.

"I, the Zhou family of Qiu County, have three thousand five hundred taels of silver to help the old man in the cabinet for disaster relief!"

The first person got up, and the squires and heroes got up one after another, and shouted one by one:

"Changqing Zou's family, the family wealth is not as solid as the Zhou family, I am willing to give 1,500 taels of silver, talk about my heart!"

"I, Xinyang Tang Clan, am willing to use the benefits of the two salt farms in Longhaikou in Nanlong throughout the year to fund the imperial court for disaster relief!"

Listening to these words, Wang Zaijin had mixed feelings in his heart.

The current Ming Dynasty, hundreds of officials in the imperial court, are fighting with each other every day, only caring about party struggle, and even disaster relief must take into account the interests of the party.

Locally, it is these short-sighted villains who are in charge, and how unfortunate the people are!