The Los Angeles camp, the main general's account.

Fu Lie was looking at the topographic map of the northwest, and Yao Ban followed behind him, never stopping.

"Fu Hou, now King Ning is very dependent on me, without me helping him, he will definitely not be able to handle the affairs of the victims this time."

"I have already cut off contact with King Ning, this is the sincerity I have shown, Fu Hou really doesn't think about it?"

"Naturally, King Ning is not without me, Fu Yu has already gone to Kangcheng, but according to my understanding of King Ning, he doesn't trust Fu Yu at all."

……

Yao Ban babbled about the current situation, but Fu Lie was indifferent.

The curtain of the door was lifted, and Yang Liu walked in.

He said to Fu Lie: "Master Hou, Lord Liang's side is ready, ready to start at any time." ”

Fu Lie put down the array banner in his hand and walked out directly, while replying, "How are the preparations over there in Kangcheng?" Is there anything to be done? ”

"Hou Ye rest assured, everything is ready, according to the news sent by Green Tao, they have already started to move."

Yang Liu followed him out.

But he didn't want Yao Ban to suddenly run over at this time, grabbed Fu Lie's arm, and finally asked him, "You really don't think about it at all?" ”

Fu Lie stopped, looked sideways at him and replied, "Except for this matter, I can consider everything else." ”

Hearing him answer like this, Yao Ban let go of his hand and watched him leave here unwillingly.

When they lifted the curtain and went out, Yao Ban clenched his fists fiercely: Why is this happening!?

Kangcheng Yamen.

Wen Qingzhu got up and sent Jiang Yijia and King Ning away.

The two sides said goodbye very gently, as if they had just had a cordial and friendly exchange.

When they walked away, Jiang Yuanhan walked up to her and stood, and asked worriedly: "Jiang Yijia is more powerful than I imagined, if Fu Yuzhen stands on their side, I am afraid that the pressure will be even greater in the future." ”

"This can't be helped, if Fu Yu and Ning Wang join, we will be smoother, but at the same time, we may not get any advantage in the final division, this is the biggest problem."

Wen Qingzhu turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanhan, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

Jiang Yue gave him too little time, compared to King Ning's background, Jiang Yuanhan was far from enough.

After leaving the yamen, Wen Qingzhu directly took Yu Fan's team and slowly opened the city gate.

At the moment when the city gate was completely opened, the victims looked at the door in amazement.

Almost without hesitation, everyone turned around, thinking about rushing into Cannes.

But behind the city gate was a uniform army, with black armor and cold weapons, which discouraged all the victims and held their feet alive.

The soldiers who walked in the front held a row of heavy shields, followed by the soldiers with spears, opened the way for Wen Qingzhu and them, and slowly walked out of the city gate.

After going out, the victims almost retreated again and again, not daring to get too close.

Wen Qingzhu stopped on horseback, took out the drawings and looked at them, and once again confirmed that the place in front of him was correct.

She put away the drawings, rolled over and dismounted, and raised her hand.

Green Tao led a group of craftsmen towards the open space at the city gate.

There were soldiers guarding the town, and the victims didn't dare to come, but they kept an eye on Wen Qingzhu's movements.

When it was almost dark, a simple greenhouse frame had been erected.

Finally, at the most obvious height, a wooden sign was hung with the words "Disaster relief site".

Seeing this scene, many victims began to get excited, hugging their family members and companions, crying and jumping.

It was dark, but the workers didn't stop.

The soldiers guarding here changed shifts according to the order, and the city gate was never closed again.

Wen Qingzhu stood on the city tower, looked at the craftsmen below the city tower, and estimated in his heart that he could start building a porridge shed tomorrow.

"My lord, I'm guarding here, you can go back and rest first." Yu Fan walked over and cared about her.

Wen Qingzhu turned his head to look at him: "No, I'll wait for someone here." ”

Yu Fan smiled embarrassedly, and arched his hand to inspect below.

After a while, Yu Fan walked out of the city gate and began to patrol seriously, sometimes encountering abnormalities among his subordinates, and going over to ask about the specific situation.

Some people were not very comfortable, so Yu Fan immediately transferred someone over and replaced him.

After watching for about an hour, Wen Qingzhu found that Yu Fan was serious and very good to his subordinates, and he was a rare boss.

"My lord, Master Fu is here." The voice of green pottery sounded beside him.

Wen Qingzhu retracted his gaze and looked in the direction of the visitor, Fu Yu was wearing a dark robe, a cloak, and a wind and snow on his body.

"You're here."

Fu Yu walked over, looked at Wen Qingzhuhui, and arched his hand: "I've seen adults." ”

Seeing him so polite, Wen Qingzhu couldn't help laughing: "What is so polite, if you calculate it carefully, we are old acquaintances." ”

Fu Yu relaxed for two points, but his face was still very serious: "Has it started on your side?" ”

"You'll find out if you look at it." Wen Qingzhu is gaze moved to the city tower.

Following her line of sight, Fu Yu quickly understood her intentions. 139 Reading Network

"Is there just enough food in Cannes?"

Wen Qingzhu put his hand in his sleeve, exhaled slightly, and a white mist formed in front of him: "Of course it's not enough for such disaster victims, before more disaster victims come, I have to settle some of them first." ”

"Have you negotiated with King Ning?" Fu Yu immediately asked.

Wen Qingzhu tilted his head to look at him: "Whether the negotiation is complete or not, there is no inevitable connection with whether I do things or not, and I didn't force myself to cooperate with him." ”

Seeing that she was calm and relaxed, Fu Yu couldn't help but ask, "Can you resettle so many victims?" ”

Wen Qingzhu didn't care: "Try to settle it as much as possible." ”

Seeing her reaction, Fu Yu instantly became a little angry: "Just try your best? Did you know that a lot of people have died? ”

"Huh!" Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at him fixedly, "Then Master Fu can guarantee the resettlement of all the victims?" Do you dare to say that? Do you really know how many victims there are? Do you know the messages sent by those local officials that are true and those that are false! ”

After saying it in one breath, Wen Qingzhu immediately turned his head, pointed to the thick night in front of him and said: "Previously, the imperial court had allocated a batch of disaster relief silver, which was not a small amount, and it also sent notices to various county towns and towns along the way, but wherever the victims were accepted, the disaster relief funds were distributed in proportion, but the disaster victims still came here in a steady stream!" ”

Wen Qingzhu looked at Fu Yu again: "Do you think you're the only one trying to figure it out?" Don't talk about King Rui, King Ning has already done a lot, but what about the effect? As you can see, there are more and more victims, and Cannes is the first line of defense in the capital, if we don't deal with it well, the victims will go to Los Angeles! Go to the capital again! ”

After a few words, Fu Yu was speechless.

Wen Qingzhu felt that his feet were a little stiff, so he slowly stomped his feet: "I know that you really think about the people, but for King Ning, these people are just a bargaining chip in his hand. ”

Fu Yu closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his gaze became firm: "I will persuade King Ning to agree to your request." ”

"Not really." Wen Qingzhu laughed, "Disaster relief and taking the heir are two different things, you do what you do, we do ours, and the disaster victims will naturally be divided." ”

"Then why are you waiting for me here?" Fu Yu was a little puzzled.

"Yao Ban." Wen Qingzhu turned around and took out the emperor's warrant to show him, "He is very powerful, but his mind is not on Daqi, so the emperor wants me to get rid of him, I came to you, just to remind you that if he returns to King Ning again, you will be the first person he wants to get rid of." ”

Fu Yu looked at the golden order in her hand, which showed that Wen Qingzhu's words were absolutely true, and in the eyes of the emperor, Yao Ban was useful, but the threat was greater.

The cold wind blew on the faces of the two people, Fu Yu took two steps back, and solemnly arched his hand: "Thank you Madame for telling me, I will pay careful attention." ”

"Well, then you should go back early, stay here for a long time, Princess Yijia doesn't doubt you, but King Ning is not necessarily."

Wen Qingzhu put away the golden order and watched Fu Yu leave.

His back is getting more and more straight, and it is a little different from what he remembers.

Hopefully, he can defeat Yao Ban, although it's almost impossible.

Lu Tao, who was standing in the distance, walked over and took a secret letter: "Miss, it's the news sent by Master Hou." ”

Wen Qingzhu took it and took a look, his face suddenly turned pale, Yao Ban really came back!

She looked at the non-stop workers downstairs, a little worried, and turned her head and ordered: "Go and find King Rui, some things have to be advanced." ”

Early the next morning, Fu Yu was about to go out, when a voice suddenly made him very uncomfortable at the gate of the courtyard.

"Master Fu is early."

Fu Yu looked back and saw that Yao Ban was really back!

Soon, the two met in the middle of the courtyard and greeted each other tentatively.

Yao Ban pointed outside: "Master Fu hasn't eaten yet, I've already ordered someone to prepare, why don't we go over and eat together." ”

"Thank you Lord Yao for your kindness, I still have something to do here, it may be too late." Fu Yu politely refused, and he was about to leave.

Yao Ban squinted slightly, looked at his back and said, "King Ning said, starting today, Master Fu must act with me." ”

Fu Yu's footsteps paused, and he slowly turned his head: "Anything?" ”

"Anything." Yao Ban raised his chin.

This surging hostility made Fu Yu's heart sink, Wen Qingzhu reminded him last night, is Yao Ban going to do it?

At this moment, on top of the city tower, the porridge shed has been built.

Four large pots are placed on the firewood, and the steaming heat is bubbling around the lid of the pot, and when you open it, you can see that there is boiling white porridge, mixed with green vegetable leaves, and various colors of beans, which are full of aroma.

Yu Fan brought soldiers to surround this side early, but the victims smelled the smell of food and involuntarily approached.

There were more and more people, and Yu Fan rode on his horse and shouted: "Start today!" We distribute porridge one after another, twice a day in the morning and evening, one for each person, and the family and fellow villagers try to be together, and we need to register one by one. ”

Then four gaps were revealed in the enclosed area, and the victims immediately crowded over.

Yu Fan followed Wen Qingzhu's instructions, let people in one by one, and let them line up in order.

The person who received the porridge was taken to a nearby table.

Behind each table sat a middle-aged man of thirty-four, with pen and ink and a roster on the table.

The first victim took the porridge bowl, and poured it into his mouth without caring about burning his mouth.

When the hot porridge reached his stomach, his tears immediately remained.

The young man who led him pulled his sleeve: "Go over there and register the information!" ”

"I haven't finished eating yet!" There was something strange about this man.

The young man had no choice but to pull to the first table, and the gentleman in charge of registration asked, "Name, age, gender, where is your hometown, and what do you do?" ”

"Zhang San, 27 years old, male......"

Soon, people came to register one after another, and the porridge was also boiled out pot by pot.

Throughout the morning and morning, nearly 10,000 people had come to receive the porridge, and the food was rapidly consumed.

As soon as noon arrived, the entrance to the porridge shed was blocked.

The people who didn't receive the porridge outside began to cry and shout, but they didn't dare to do it directly, so they had to wait in line for the porridge to be served in the afternoon.