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Being in the officialdom, after reaching a certain level of status, there are more and more things that need to be paid attention to, and there are more and more opponents and enemies around you.

Now, Zhao Junchen is like this, although it is not a matter of personal involvement, but the affairs of the DPRK and China, no matter how big or small, and whether they are under his jurisdiction or not, Zhao Junchen always has to ask and understand openly and secretly, so that he knows what he knows, otherwise there will be inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, as if something has been omitted and ignored by himself, and it seems that some plan is out of control. Only by constantly being busy can you have a sense of peace of mind knowing the situation.

Therefore, Zhao Junchen always has little free time.

However, occasionally, Zhao Junchen feels physically and mentally exhausted, feels a little tired and impatient, and will relax for a while.

For example, now, after Chu Jiayi left, Zhao Junchen randomly took out an idle book from the bookshelf that he had found in the book market a few days ago, and while flipping through it, he relaxed his nervous mind that had been tense for a while.

It's a pity, but after a few pages, there was another knock on the door in the study.

In this regard, Zhao Junchen seemed to have expected it, and after sighing softly, he raised his voice: "Come in." ”

As Zhao Junchen's words fell, the door was pushed open, and a Xichang fan walked quickly into the study.

Xichang Fanzi knelt down to Zhao Junchen and reported respectfully: "Lord Factory Governor, there is news from Lord Wei, saying that after Chu Jiayi left the Lord's Mansion, he found the mansion of Bao Wenjie, the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites, and sent a secret letter to the Bao Mansion. Soon after, Bao Wenjie rushed to the prince's east palace, and soon after, the prince invited Li Chengru, the left inspector of the Imperial Inspectorate, to have a secret conversation with Lu Chunxiao, the right inspector of the Imperial Procuratorate, but the specific content is unknown. ”

Zhao Junchen put aside the idle book in his hand and said softly: "Although you can't find out what they are discussing now, I can guess some of it, it's nothing more than that after getting Chu Jiayi's secret report, I plan to take the lead first...... In this way, the person behind this Chu Jiayi is really our Royal Highness the Crown Prince...... It seems that after all these things, he has grown up a little after all, not bad......"

When he spoke, Zhao Junchen's expression was complicated.

Prince Zhu and Yu's personality has always been the most upright and stubborn, and now he has actually done the thing of inserting spies into Zhao Junchen's mansion, although it is not known why he did this, but for Prince Zhu and Yu, it is finally a kind of progress.

For a while, Zhao Junchen's heart was a little more gratified.

Slowly shaking his head, putting aside the complicated thoughts in his heart, Zhao Junchen raised his hand lightly and said, "You go and reply to Wei Huai and let him act according to the plan." ”

The Xichang fanzi who came to report the news, although he was Wei Huai's cronies, his status was still low, and he couldn't understand what Zhao Junchen was talking about.

However, this Xichang fan also knew that many of Zhao Junchen's words at this time may just be talking to himself.

Therefore, he didn't say much, but after hearing Zhao Junchen's instructions, he respectfully agreed and left.

In the study, only Zhao Junchen sighed.

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The next day, the sky had just dawned, north of the capital, outside Yongqing County.

Here belongs to Shuntianfu, the traffic is reached, there are many people coming and going, such as the color will be bright today, although it is only outside the county, but it is already the beginning of the lively scene. There are even a few diligent stalls that have set up their stalls here early and sell breakfast everywhere.

A group of ragged and dusty refugees, numbering about thirty or fifty people, with a look of numbness or exhaustion or desolation, supported each other and walked along the road.

Most of these refugees came from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, because Emperor Deqing planned to tour the south, and local officials were taking the opportunity to prepare for it, and they levied and extorted taxes everywhere. Then, the land on which they relied for their survival was forcibly expropriated, their hard-earned belongings were robbed, and their helpless resistance was suppressed by the local government.

Therefore, now they have nothing, but it is precisely because they have nothing that they no longer have any fear, and plan to go to the capital to complain, hoping to attract the attention of the emperor, so as to be able to give them justice.

They also know that there is little hope for them to do so, but this is the only expectation in their hearts.

It's a pity that their line, under the arrangement of people with hearts, is destined not to be so smooth.

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However, they said that these refugees came from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they had no money to live in a hotel, no money to buy food, and no money to hire a carriage.

On this day, seeing that they were not far from the capital, they didn't have breakfast, they went out before dawn, and finally persevered outside Yongqing County.

However, the limit has been reached.

Among the refugees, a little boy about ** years old, was holding his grandfather's hand and staggering forward, suddenly saw a stall not far away selling breakfast tea, bursts of steamed steamed buns came to the smell, causing the boy to have a burst of air in his belly, couldn't help shaking his grandfather's hand, and whispered: "Grandpa, I'm hungry ......"

The boy's grandfather was an old man in his fifties, with a wrinkled face full of dust and vicissitudes. After hearing his grandson's call, he lowered his head to look, but saw that his grandson was looking at him pitifully, his face was thin and yellow, and there were some tears in his eyes, as if he had secretly cried when he didn't pay attention to it just now.

The old man hesitated, untied the package on his back, searched for it for a long time with trembling hands, took out half a piece of dry bun, hesitated for a moment, broke half a piece of dry bun in half, and then handed one of them to his grandson.

"Cheng'er, eat a piece of dry bun to press your belly first, we will go to Yongqing County in a while, it is a big county town, maybe there will be 'Yuerong Fang' to open a porridge shed, and then grandpa will give you hot porridge to drink."

At the beginning, after Zhao Junchen learned that some refugees had come to Beijing to file a complaint, he instructed the "Yuerongfang" branches in various places to open porridge sheds for relief if there were refugees.

It's a pity that "Yuerong Fang" has not been established long ago, and now it is only distributed in some big cities and counties, so these refugees can only be encountered occasionally.

However, after Na Cheng'er saw the small half of the dried bun handed by his grandfather, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly pushed away his grandfather's hand, and then shook his head and said, "Grandpa, Cheng'er is suddenly not hungry, let's keep it for us to eat later." ”

But this Cheng'er knew that this half of the dried bun was secretly hidden by his grandfather who didn't eat it a few days ago, but he couldn't bear to eat it.

Seeing that Cheng'er was so sensible, a trace of guilt flashed in the old man's eyes, and after a moment of silence, he received the dry bun into the package and said, "Okay, let's eat it later, if Cheng'er is hungry, don't hold on, this dry bun can be eaten whenever you eat." ”

Cheng'er nodded, never looked at the stall again, just silently followed her grandfather and continued to walk forward.

However, children as sensible as Cheng'er are, after all, a minority.

In the refugee procession, several other children began to cry one after another after smelling the smell of steamed buns coming from the stall.

Seeing such a situation, it attracted the attention of the surrounding passers-by, and when they saw the tragic situation of the refugees, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

At this time, on the stall, there were two people eating breakfast together, and there were white rice porridge, white flour buns and pickles on the table, which was already an extremely rich breakfast for ordinary people, but the two of them looked dissatisfied, and just picked and ate a few bites.

Between eating, the two of them kept looking around, as if they were waiting for something.

When they saw the refugees appear, their eyes lit up and they smiled at each other.

These two people, but they are the sons of Xichang, were sent here by Wei Huai precisely to wait for these refugees to appear.

The movement in the group of refugees in front of him became louder and louder, and one of them suddenly sighed loudly, attracting the attention of the people around him, and then said loudly in a pitiful tone: "This group of refugees, looking really pitiful, and I don't know why they came, let them continue like this, maybe a few will starve to death, the shopkeeper, give each of these refugees two white flour buns, plus a bowl of hot soup, and settle the bill from me." ”

As this person's words fell, the surrounding diners were all praised, but they didn't expect to meet rich and kind-hearted people in such a small stall.

After hearing this call, the shopkeeper of the stall was also very happy, there were many refugees, even if each person had a bowl of hot soup and two white flour buns, it was also a big business, and he agreed, and then walked out of the stall quickly, shouting to the refugees: "Folks, don't cry, there are good people who have bought breakfast for you, come to me to get it!" ”

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, the refugees looked towards the stall in disbelief, but saw that the shopkeeper was already opening the cage and preparing to take the steamed buns.

Seeing so many refugees coming, although the shopkeeper had expected it, he still couldn't help but hurry, while distributing steamed buns to the refugees, he shouted loudly: "Don't rob, don't rob, everyone has it!" Two for each person, don't take more! There will be hot soup in a while! ”

Finally, the refugees were each given hot steamed bun soup, but because they were dirty, they didn't dare to go into the stalls to eat, and most of them just squatted outside the stalls, holding the food and gobbling it up.

However, Cheng'er's grandfather was a little more polite, and after receiving the food, he handed it to his grandson, but he didn't eat it, but asked the shopkeeper: "This shopkeeper, I don't know which good person bought food for us?" But the old man wants to thank him personally. ”

Before the shopkeeper could answer, Cheng'er's grandfather heard someone say, "Hey, where am I a good person, but I can't see others suffering." ”

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