Heavy rain poured down.

The water on the royal street has not been half of the wheels, and it is heading towards the imperial city under the heavy rain, and there are a few pedestrians scattered on the road.

When he arrived in the palace, Yang Lin's official uniform was already half wet, and he walked forward to shelter from the rain under the eaves of the Wenhua Palace.

Zhao Ji was moving the hall at the moment, with a drawing board in front of him, holding a wolf in his hand and looking at a beautiful woman in front of him.

At the entrance of the palace, a palace concubine stood with a bouquet of flowers, her eyebrows were like green feathers, her muscles were like snow, her figure was graceful, and her gorgeous classical temperament made Yang Lin nod secretly, and even swallowed saliva.

Zhao Ji didn't notice him at all, sometimes looking at him, sometimes brushing, and painting very devotedly.

Yang Lin stood aside helplessly, waiting for him to finish painting, this "Beauty Watching the Rain", it didn't take a long time, and when I stepped forward, I saw that it was really delicate and delicate, vivid and smooth.

The beauty in the painting wears a flower crown on her head, the clouds and temples are towering, the green silk is like ink, looking at the rain curtain outside the hall, the eyebrows are full of idle thoughts.

Coupled with the embellishment of the vase of flowers and incense burners next to it, it sets off a sense of palace wealth and nobility.

Zhao Ji was completely immersed in his own creation, and after putting down his pen, he found Yang Lin who was sticking out his head next to him and peeking, and said with a smile: "When did Yang Qing come, why didn't anyone report it?" ”

Yang Lin immediately said: "It was Weichen who signaled the chamberlains not to interrupt the official painting, lest there be such a masterpiece missing in the world, and Yang Lin's sin will be great." ”

Although Zhao Ji likes compliments from his ministers, he doesn't like straightforward sycophants, he looks very vulgar and unclassy, and scolds with a smile: "Yang Qing is flattering, you have to make a poem worthy of this painting, otherwise you will be stripped of your title." ”

Yang Lin laughed, stepped forward to take down a soft hair from the pen holder, pondered for a moment, and wrote on the painting that Zhao Ji had just completed:

The spring in Tokyo is thick with rain, and the fragrant flowers are falling in waves.

The plain hand incense is charming, and the willows are sad when the eyebrows are frowning.

The king is affectionate and depressed, and the palace is long-winded.

Who said that sad painting can't be done, Danqing often has emperors who are hard to find.

Zhao Ji satisfiedly instructed the palace people to put away the picture scroll, and then asked: "Yang Qing entered the palace to see me, what happened?" ”

"Your Majesty, the torrential rain has been pouring in for several days, and there have been many flash floods in Kaifeng Mansion and surrounding counties, and there are not a few people who have been ruined and killed. The ministers intended to go out of the city to help the victims, pacify the locality, and rebuild the river to prevent the disaster from becoming more severe and difficult to control. ”

Zhao Ji patronized the beauty in the rain, painted and chanted poetry, where did he think of the disaster that this kind of rain would bring. Hearing this, he was also shocked and asked, "Is it already so serious?" ”

Yang Lin was speechless for a while, but still replied: "If you don't treat it, I'm afraid that there will be no less than 100,000 people who break their homes outside the city." ”

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said, "Since this is the case, water and fire are ruthless, how can I let Yang Qing personally take the risk and ask the officials of the Ministry of Industry to go to help." ”

I have to say that this Huizong is still quite close to his favorite ministers, Yang Lin hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty, this matter is not trivial, Weichen should not dare to let others, and he has to be close to himself to rest assured." ”

Zhao Ji was very moved, but he didn't expect that Yang Lin not only met his mind everywhere, but also had the heart to go to the dangerous place for the Jiangshan Sheji, and went to repair the river for disaster relief in the wind and rain.

In fact, Yang Lin didn't say anything, if you want to provide disaster relief, you have to take out the grain merchants in Kaifeng Mansion to sell it, and you can't make a fortune and sit on the ground to raise the price, which is difficult.

In the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, those families were powerful, their relatives, and their eunuchs...... They have been operating in Bianliang for many years, and many grain shops are their private property.

No, how can you make these people spit out food, if they really don't want to, I'm afraid it won't be the people starving, but there are 600,000 forbidden troops in Bianliang.

Zhao Ji gave Yang Lin sufficient rights to go out of the city to rebuild the river, control the Yellow River, and provide relief to the victims. The various yamen of Kaifeng Mansion must cooperate and obey the dispatch, which is already a great delegation of power to the officials of the dynasty.

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, Yang Lin was about to leave the palace in a hurry, but he heard a beautiful smile behind him.

Damn, this dog emperor looked worried just now, and he really turned his head and forgot about it.

The warmth that had just risen in Yang Lin's heart was gone, and he left the imperial city with a frown, ready to start dealing with this natural disaster.

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On the Bianhe River on the outskirts of the city, the muddy flood hit the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city stood in the water with their trousers and cried bitterly.

From time to time, a few dead bodies floated outside the city, and the lucky ones and the kind soldiers scooped them up to see if they were dead or alive, and many more were taken away by the flood and disappeared.

Yang Lin took the people and horses of the Long Live Camp to the north gate and climbed the city tower to look down, it was really a rare flood, and the people of Bianliang could still hide at home to avoid the water, and the outside could be unlucky.

Yin Muhong said behind him: "If this is not treated, in a few days, Bianliang will also be flooded." ”

Yang Lin nodded, and said to the young general guarding the city behind him: "Open the city gate, pick up the refugees outside one after another, and settle them in the Great Xiangguo Temple, where the terrain is high and there are many open spaces. ”

With an order, several city gates began to accept refugees into the city one after another, and the Great Xiangguo Temple began to expand on a large scale in the first year of the Northern Song Dynasty to the first year of Taoism; Xianping was completed in four years and covers an extremely wide area.

Yang Lin took people directly to the mountain gate, knocked on the gate to occupy various halls as temporary resettlement sites, and set up porridge sheds to give porridge. The great monks looked at the soldiers in armor and fierce in the Long Live Battalion, and dared not speak angrily.

The Yang family's carriage and horse shops and Caoyun once took over half of the business of Bianhe, so they hoarded a lot of food, and this time they took it all out for emergency first.

The next day, the water level had decayed, and Yang Lin led people to the Great Xiangguo Temple, which was already overcrowded.

Refugees with disheveled faces lined up in front of the porridge shack.

In the porridge shed to the east of the temple, a local Tokyo prankster Xu Daobei also lined up with a broken bowl.

When it was his turn, Xu Daobei snatched the spoon with a smile on his face, swiped it in the pot a few times, and scolded: "Thief bird, it's all soup and water, how can people eat it?" To eat this thing, it is better to go to the Bianhe River to drink muddy water. ”

It was an old man who made porridge, blowing his beard angrily and glaring: "If you don't want to go away, there are still a lot of people lining up behind." ”

Xu Daobei was instructed by someone to come to make trouble, and Yang Lin's act of giving porridge has seriously affected the price of grain in Bianliang.

Naturally, some people can't look at it, and they want to do some sabotage, and if they want to say that they have nothing to do, these gangsters on the streets of Tokyo are the best candidates.

Xu Daobei rolled his eyes, simply put the spoon behind his back, lay down in front, and said, "Tell Lao Tzu to go, Lao Tzu won't go, unless you call something nice, and then give me another bowl of dry rice." ”

The surrounding people said angrily: "Get out of here!" If you don't eat the back, you have to eat it. ”

Xu Daobei glared at him and looked around fiercely, and those people didn't dare to say much.

The noise alarmed Yang Lin next to him, brought someone over to squeeze through the crowd, and asked, "What's the situation?" ”