June, Shandong;

The sky was so blue that there was not a single cloud in sight, and it was noon, a huge sun, hanging high in the sky, like a huge burning fireball, and the fanatic factor floating in the air.

A childish boy with two bags of buns on his head, squatting in a dry pond, sweating all over his face, but he was busy, taking out the milk vigorously, lifting pieces of mud that had been cracked by the sun, and seriously stacking a house.

It seems that it has been a long time, and a large circle of 'walls' has been formed around the child, and inside the wall is a tall 'house', and the roof of the house is crossed by a few dry branches.

At this time, the child was busy carrying soil on the branches, and as long as it was covered with soil, the 'house' was completed.

It's a pity that the soil picked up by the child's hand is very dry, and the soil that the child has picked up with great effort and puts it up, and immediately it raises a burst of dust, and then it makes a 'bang', and it all leaks into the 'house'.

The childish boy was not discouraged, raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat beads from his face, and continued to pick up a handful of soil and put it on his 'house', but at this moment, the call of the child's family came from outside the pond, and the childish boy heard the call of the family, and obediently agreed, stood up at once, and slapped the dust on his body.

Then, he ran up to the pond with a puff of smoke, and behind the child, there was a whole dry pond, which was full of mud cracked by the sun, like cracks, shocking!

At the same time, an old woman stood by a well, bent over, almost sticking her head into the well. He carried a rope in his hand, and one end of the rope hung down into the well.

The old woman looked into the well. Holding the rope in his hand, he shook it vigorously one at a time. Every time the old woman swayed, there would be a sound of 'clang, clang' from the well, and it sounded like the sound of a bucket hitting the ground in a well.

However, the old woman continued to shake the rope in her hand as if she hadn't heard it.

"Oh my God!" A peasant woman knelt on the edge of her field and pressed her head to the ground. He howled loudly, crying and crying to the sky, the voice was desolate and mournful, full of unwilling screams.

Behind the woman, there stood a peasant man, who looked like the woman's husband, but when he saw the woman crying miserably, the man's eyes did not look at the woman.

At this time. The man's face was rather ugly, full of despair, and his eyes were dumbfounded on his field. The wheat seedlings in the fields are now a few feet tall. But all the branches of the plant are separated, starting from the tip of the wheat, and the yellowing spreads to the roots.

Looking out of the man's sight. In the whole field of vision, the eyes are all dry yellow. In the wheat fields one by one, the wheat seedlings have grown. All wilted and withered in the field.

"This is the heavens that want to accept people!" On the edge of a field not far from the man, an old man dressed in fine clothes walked into the field with a bitter face, bent down, and gently twisted a wheat seedling with his hand. With a little force, the wheat seedlings in his hand immediately made a crisp sound, and then broke into two in his hand.

Seeing this situation, the old man's lips trembled slightly, and then he raised his head, looked at the broader wheat field in his field of vision with a vicissitudes of life, and repeated the words he had just muttered in his mouth: "This is the sky to accept people!" ”

"Taigong, please!" And behind the old man, at this time, a large group of people, led by a seven-grade official robe, were obviously the county order of the county.

At this time, when the old man was standing in the field and twisting a wheat seedling, the county magistrate led a large group of people and knelt down in front of the old man.

And after these people knelt down, more and more people standing in the fields also knelt down to the old man, begging the old man again and again.

"Good!" The old man standing in a large field of withered yellow wheat seedlings, seeing a large number of villagers kneeling down around him, suddenly looked in the direction of Chang'an, and said in his mouth: "Cui someone, this is to enter Beijing and face the saint, even if you kneel outside the palace gate, you have to ask for food for Shandong!" ”

And this old man is none other than last winter, he sang against Zhao Chen several times, and finally came to a retreat as an advance, but as a result, he could only really gloom Cui Shilang.

In June, the whole of Shandong suffered a severe drought, which lasted for a month of high temperatures, causing the whole of Shandong to suffer an unprecedented drought, just as the scene seen earlier, the ponds and rivers all dried up, and only a pile of stones remained in the wells that were overflowing in the past.

In the large wheat fields, the wheat seedlings are dried into branches, from the tip of the wheat to the bottom of the yellow, the water is dried by the sun, and when you touch it, it will immediately break into several pieces.

The high temperature is raging throughout Shandong, the huge drought is spreading throughout Shandong, the rivers are drying up, the crops are all dying, and Shandong will face a famine that will come quickly!

Chang'an, Li Er, who had just finished the court meeting, returned to the Manna Hall with a gloomy face, and as soon as he entered the main hall, Li Er couldn't stop being angry.

I don't know how many times this is, every time there is a court meeting, there will be a lot of noise in the end, a good court meeting, but it is like a big assembly, and the focus of the debate, most of it is because of Lingnan.

To be more precise, it revolves around the fact that some time ago, he appointed Zhao Chen as the assassin of Nanfuzhou!

The courtiers thought that this move was very inappropriate, Zhao Chen ran away with hatred at the beginning, and now, on the Lingnan side, he has become the envoy of the Xiyuan tribe, and has a very high influence among the bureaucrats of the entire Xiyuan tribe.

It can be said that Zhao Chen is responding to every call over there!

At this time, the imperial court was too late to guard against Zhao Chen, why did he let Zhao Chen do the assassination history of Nanfuzhou, and stay in that place justifiably?

This is raising tigers!

This tiger has not yet hurt people's hearts, that is because the tiger's foundation is unstable, once this tiger has a foundation, what if it turns against the court?

This kind of controversy has never stopped quarreling since Li Er announced that Zhao Chen became the assassin of Nanfuzhou, at first it was only a part of them, and later, even several prime ministers stood up.

Li Er was already tired of this kind of argument, this was originally a risky attempt by him, Zhao Chen was in Lingnan, Qin Shubao had already gone in person, and he also gave the promise of the title, but in the end, Zhao Chen still did not want to return to Chang'an.

Li Er is naturally angry about this, but anger can't solve things, as he said at the beginning, Zhao Chen is unwilling to return to Chang'an, and there are only two ways left for him!

First, directly send troops into Lingnan and pacify Nanfu when Zhao Chen has not yet gained a firm foothold. But in this way, it will be a complete break with Zhao Chen, and in this way, if Zhao Chen is unwilling to stand on the opposite side of him, he will also be forced to the opposite side.

This is obviously not what Li Er wants to see!

Therefore, in the end, the rest of his life can only be desperate, so he simply let Zhao Chen develop over there, and then think of a way in the future!

It's just that this kind of consideration can't be said in front of the Manchu civil and military forces, so every time I face the minister's interrogation, I have to prevaricate on the grounds of believing Zhao Chen, but I really hold back the fire in my heart.

And just when Li Er's manna hall was furious, a fast horse rushed into the city gate and galloped all the way to the palace along Suzaku Street.

Not long after, the urgent envoy did not report to Li Er, and was directly taken by the chamberlain to the Ganlu Hall where Li Er was.

Shandong?

When Li Er saw the urgent envoy, the first thing that came to mind was Lingnan and Turkic, however, his eyes swept the name on it, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

What will happen in Shandong?

After carefully inspecting the intact fire paint, Li Er then opened the secret letter, his eyes only swept upward, and his face was immediately replaced by shock!

There is a great drought in Shandong, thousands of miles of red land, and all the crops are dying! (To be continued......)