The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

The noon sun in winter is warm but not hot, and the breeze is blowing, which is the time when the head is cool and the feet are warm, which makes people comfortable.

Hanguang Temple is a thousand-year-old temple in Guangzhou City, the temple presides over the tea ceremony Buddhism of Master Wu Neng is extremely good, many gentry and wealthy families in Guangzhou City want to go to Hanguang Temple vassal elegance on weekdays.

But Buddhism is a pure place, and the vast majority of people are kept out. But there are exceptions, and today Hanguang Temple ushered in a few uninvited guests.

Governor Liang Mingli's father and daughter, the left and right political envoys Tian Mouzhong, and Lan Zhengli were sitting outside the Langfang of the temple, slowly sipping the fragrant tea.

Now the rich gentry of the entire city of Guangzhou are looking for them, so they have no choice but to hide here to avoid the limelight for a while.

Zuo Bu's political envoy Tian Mouzhong took a sip of tea and frowned and said: "Lord Governor, this Zhang Yun acted so violently, it is not a blessing for Guangdong!"

Although the Zheng family only served as a businessman, his son served in the Ministry of Officials.

Now that Zhang Yun has brought the Zheng family to a pot, that Zheng Dagongzi will inevitably die, if the court investigates it, I am afraid that you and I will not be able to get rid of it? ”

Liang Mingli shook his head and said helplessly: "Lord Tian, if Zhang Yun doesn't act like this, how can the rich families in Guangzhou City donate food?"

Now that the situation in the city is so severe, but there is no food relief in the government office, it will cause a big disaster sooner or later, so it is better to let Zhang Yun try. ”

Lan Zhengli lamented: "Press the gourd to float the scoop, Xia Guan knows that the boss is letting Zhang Yun take the lead, and Xia Guan also planned to do so at first.

How do you know that this stunned man didn't count the four major grain merchants in Guangzhou in one fell swoop, but he actually killed more than 50 people who resisted.

Now the lower officials are worried that if the gentry and rich families in the city refuse to give in, more heads will inevitably fall to the ground, how can this be good?

According to the lower officials, no matter how things turn around, this year's official assessment, we are all a bad review? ”

Liang Mingli snorted coldly: "Confused! You still have the heart to think about this, if the victims of the disaster are about to make trouble, you and I will not count the heads on the ground, and even the family members will be implicated. The men in the house are slaves, and the women are in the teaching department, do you know?

Some people don't let them suffer, where will they be honest? ”

Lan Zhengli shrank his neck and didn't dare to answer again. His official position is lower than that of Liang Mingli, and his qualifications are even more shallow, and he was only promoted to the right political envoy last year, so he can't compete with Liang Mingli at all.

And Liang Yi, who was making tea, took Lan Zhengli's teacup in his slender hand, poured him with freshly brewed new tea, and handed it to him with a smile, diluting the slightly embarrassing atmosphere.

"Lord Lan doesn't have to worry too much, as the saying goes, you can raise food and drive people away.

Since those Donglin Party members dared to extend their hands to Guangdong, it would be good to get rid of them by the hands of Qin Du. They will make trouble left and right, and they will not do us any harm.

Oh, Lord Lan probably doesn't know yet, Zhang Shoubei's brother is Qin Du. Otherwise, how dare you think he dares to act so unscrupulously, and how dare we pretend to be deaf and dumb and shrink here? ”

Tian Mouzhong blew the tea leaves, and lightly explained the key points to Lan Zhengli.

Tian Mouzhong is the Lu Party, Lan Zhengli is the Qi Party, and Liang Mingli is the Chu Party, and now they all belong to the weak faction.

They have long been dissatisfied with the Donglin Party's unscrupulous exclusion of dissidents in the court in recent years, and the eldest young master of the Zheng family belongs to the Donglin Party.

In recent years, the Zheng family has relied on the Donglin Party as a backer, and their style of acting in Guangzhou City has become more and more rampant and domineering.

Now that Zhang Yun is willing to make a move, Tian Mouzhong and Liang Mingli are also happy to push the boat.

Lan Zhengli suddenly realized and praised loudly.

Just for a moment, he frowned and asked the doubts in his heart, "In the final analysis, this matter has nothing to do with the Governor's Palace, and if there is really a fault, it is also the matter of me and the other three."

Zhang Yun is a five-grade military attaché, why should he be thankless, take the risk to meddle in this matter for no reason, is there any mystery that can't be done? ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene was quiet, Liang Mingli and Tian Mouzhong looked embarrassed, and their eyes turned into the distance and were silent.

Lan Zhengli suddenly had an epiphany, his face was slightly red, and he couldn't speak.

Liang Yi's eyelids drooped and sighed slightly in his heart.

Will that young General Zhang be able to benefit from this?

The answer, of course, is no.

This time, he offended all the gentry in Guangzhou, and made a mortal enmity with the Zheng family, and he also had to take charge of the future resettlement of the victims.

Just as the right-wing political envoy Lan Zhengli said, it is completely thankless.

The reason why he still acts like this is probably because he is sincerely for the country and the people.

In contrast, the father and the political envoys of the left and right sides avoided this place as the parties concerned, and they were still calculating the benefits, but they were unbearable.

Thinking of this, she suddenly lost interest in her father's usual pride in his mastery of tricks, because he only cared about personal gain and loss, and did not benefit the country or the people.

Thinking of the victims who kowtowed to her in the cold wind and thanked her, and then looked at the few adults who were now sitting in the sun, doing nothing and feeling at ease, Liang Yi's heart suddenly became a little heavy.

Because, they were supposed to sit in the city and raise food for the victims, and they should ......

Several people at the scene lowered their heads and drank tea in a sullen voice, and suddenly the voice of a government official sounded at the door: "Three adults, the government has come to report that the rich merchants and gentry in Guangzhou have agreed to donate grain." ”

"Oh, they agreed to donate food?"

In the warm sun, the three of them stood up, and each saw the joy in each other's eyes......

The rich gentry in Guangzhou finally couldn't hold it anymore, and under the bloody butcher's knife and the constant bad news, they reluctantly lowered their heads, which usually regarded themselves very highly.

They were accustomed to conspiracy, and they never expected that the second-minded military general would not count the killing of the head of the Zheng family and dozens of people, but also detain the families of the four major grain merchants.

The sudden disappearance of several adults in the city without a trace all indicates that this was a premeditated operation.

As a result, these gentry who were full of fat stomachs were dumbfounded, so they had to obediently let people take the grain in the granary and pull them to the place designated by Zhang Yun one by one.

"The government is going to provide disaster relief!"

This news was like a thunderclap that alarmed everyone, and hundreds of people and victims rushed to the governor's yamen to watch the excitement.

Looking at the mountains of grain piled up in front of the government office, many people salivated, leaving tears of happiness.

Hundreds of soldiers set up dozens of simple temporary stoves at the entrance of the government office, under which a raging fire was burning, and a steaming cauldron was placed on it, and the rice porridge in the pot was constantly tumbling, and the fresh rice fragrance was constantly wafting out, and countless victims were waiting in line for the soup kitchen.

These hungry and dizzy-eyed victims looked at the steaming cauldron in front of them, and their eyes shot green like hungry wolves.

Zhang Yun is no stranger to this kind of light, and so are the victims of Dengzhouwei at the beginning.

"Xiao Fei, tell me to go down, the porridge can't be cooked too thick, a little thinner, three meals a day, two bowls per person.

These victims have not eaten for many days, and their stomachs are weak, and they will definitely eat openly after we give porridge, and they will easily be strutted to death, so we must pay attention to this. ”

Zhang Yun is already quite experienced in dealing with disaster relief, so he carefully explained to Xiao Fei, who did this for the first time.

"No, I understand."

Xiao Fei was not verbose, and directly executed it as an order.

Zhang Yun nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder to express satisfaction. Xiao Fei is a soldier in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and he is a grassroots general who he personally raised, and his loyalty is guaranteed.

Suddenly, there was a burst of crying and noise from the front, Zhang Yun frowned, knowing that someone must have cut in line, this kind of thing has been common for him.

"You little bastard, you actually got in your grandfather's way, and you put mud on Lao Tzu's clothes, and you are impatient......"

A strong man faced the little girl who had fallen to the ground, without a trace of sympathy, while punching and kicking her and cursing in his mouth.

The little girl who fell to the ground didn't dare to resist, but silently covered her head with her hands, allowing the man to punch and kick herself.

There was no one around to dissuade him, just watching all this numbly, because there were several men around him, obviously in a group.

This increased the man's ferocity and domineering, and finally he simply grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and was about to hit the little girl's legs and feet.

For this wooden stick, the size of a baby's arm, the little girl had to be crippled.

Just as the wooden stick in the man's hand was raised above his head to be forced, a large hand grasped his arm firmly.

"Bastard, which dog minion who doesn't have long eyes......"

The strong man who was swept away was furious, and he turned his head with a fierce look and was ready to make the person who swept his interest look good.

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