"Let's say, I'm a flat-headed little common man, if the county lord helps, if I don't give these family properties, what benefits can he get, and how can he repay the kindness of the county lord? Hopefully you'll give me a more plausible explanation, I don't like to trade with people who treat me like a cutting board. ”

Wang Cun sat down and seemed to have walked out of the shadow caused by the crossbow arrow just now: "I asked three questions just now, the first two questions should be your greatest concern, and the third question is what Lord Wang is concerned about. If you can answer the third one, Lord Wang will give you the answers to the first two questions. ”

"I would venture to ask, since Lord Wang has no real power, how can he help me solve the first two problems?"

Wang Cun smiled bitterly: "The adult is indeed a little isolated, but after all, he is an eight-rank official, and he is not a small official who can replace him." This is an adult's handwriting......"

Handwritten this thing Zhao Xiang looks hard, no matter how bad the county is, he is also a decent and high-grade official, and he also has to read the imperial examination, the writing is beautiful, but it is a little grassy, and it is traditional Chinese and Chinese, and his head is big after looking at it a few times, and he put away the letter and said to Wang Cun: "You just say it, I have no culture, I will study this letter slowly at night." ”

"The lord only asked me to come for questioning, and after asking questions, I sent the letter, but I didn't know what it was about. Zhao Gongzi studied slowly, and I went to the bottom of the mountain to wait for a reply. ”

Wang Cun descended the mountain and was watched by the black bull. Zhao Xiang simply threw the letter to He Defang: "Lao He will help me take a look." ”

The content of the letter was translated by He Defang, and the meaning was much simpler and clearer: Lord Cheng of the county was an outsider and wanted to do something, but he came to Longxi County and was hollowed out.

However, Zhao Xiang previously settled more than 2,000 victims with work-for-relief, which is definitely a strong stroke and can be used as an article. He can use the excuse of "relocating the victims of the disaster and maintaining law and order" to take back the real power of the "director of public security." If it were the same as before, the local big families closed their doors and tightened their granaries, and he would have nothing to do.

In other words, Zhao Xiang, an outlier who is willing to work for relief, has become his reliance on seizing power.

At the end of the letter, Zhao Xiang was given a hint in a more subtle way: You helped me take back the real power, it doesn't matter if you kill or not, with me, the director of public security, protecting you, of course those local tyrants and gentry in Longxi will not dare to touch you.

Looking at Zhao Xiangmao's sudden appearance, He Defang was very embarrassed - this owner really doesn't understand any officialdom routines. It is estimated that the other party also saw him through to write such a straightforward letter.

Wang Cun left after receiving an affirmative reply.

Shi Ding'an, the twenty-three miscellaneous spies, inquired about news everywhere inside and outside the sub-city. It's just that I still didn't get any useful information - after the million-dollar banquet last night, the big families went back to their homes overnight. The only one who seems to be affected is the Zhang butcher, because the supply of four pigs a day for Xiaozhishan has become a problem.

The chaotic people dispersed, but the people in the countryside and cities were much more active than usual, and they all walked in the direction of Kaiyuan Temple. Some of the brave ones have already begun to pick down the burned beams with long poles to extract charcoal.

The army that Zhao Xiang was worried about did not happen, and a riot that came and went in a hurry did not seem to be worth the Zhizhou Lord to transfer troops to sweep away.

Everything was a little strangely calm, Zhao Xiang always felt that this was the calm before the storm, and ordered to speed up the construction progress, while keeping an eye on the training of the nursing team.

The fire at Kaiyuan Temple burned for three days, and it was not extinguished until the night of the third day, when it rained heavily.

It rained all night, and the water rose. The water gate in the south of the city is closed to prevent the river from backing up. The low-lying land on both sides of the upper reaches of Zhangshui has been flooded a lot.

At dawn, only a pile of coke remained in Kaiyuan Temple, and thousands of victims gathered by the riverside near Zicheng. Many of them participated in the Kaiyuan Temple incident a few days ago, but unfortunately they had not returned home after grabbing food, and a heavy rain had dashed their hopes.

Zhao Xiang stood on the edge of the outer river and organized migrant workers to scoop up the stagnant water in the river so that the excavator could continue construction. The reason why you don't need a pump is very simple: so many people are idle, and they have to find some work to do.

At this moment, Wang Xiancheng came to the door!

Zhao Xiang's original brain supplement Wang Xiancheng was a down-and-out middle-aged fat man, but standing in front of him was a high-spirited young talent, followed by more than a dozen officials, as well as Wang Cun. Wang Xiancheng's name is Wang Haoran, and the words are correct, which is written in the letter, but the letter will not tell Zhao Xiang how old he is. Zhao Xiang was just thinking about whether the word "Zhongzheng" had been used by many people, and as for the appearance, it was completely brain-filled.

Wang Haoran, Zhao Xiang is a citizen, so when they met, Zhao Xiang consciously saluted: "Xiaomin Zhao Xiang, I have seen Lord Wang." ”

Fortunately, at this time, it is not like the pigtail dynasty that has to kneel down when you see an official, otherwise with Zhao Xiang's temperament, as soon as you cross over, you have to mix up with the official body first.

After making a gesture, Wang Haoran helped Zhao Xiang and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao Xian, you and I have met for the second time, and we are old acquaintances, so you don't have to be polite." ”

Virtuous brother? Think so highly of me? Zhao Xiang couldn't react a little, does this mean that the two of us have become "brothers"? Of course, Zhao Xiang didn't dare to take it seriously, after all, he was also an official, so he said: "The adults are coming, and they are shining!" ”

Wang Haoran said with a smile: "The last time I came, it could be said that it was Pengshu, but now in Longxi County, who doesn't know that the Zhishan Yunju of the virtuous brother is a fairyland-like residence." It's a pity that I am on official business today, and I have to continue to inspect the victims along the river, so I can't come to the door. I also came today to discuss something with my brother. ”

Okay, that's down to business.

But to Zhao Xiang's surprise, the next 10,000 words that can be omitted is Wang Haoran's high affirmation of Zhao Xiang's early resettlement work, praising his spirit of sharing worries for the country, and giving positive support to the way of dealing with cash-for-work......

Zhao Xiang listened with a smile, and his face was a little stiff with a smile.

Finally, after the nonsense was finished, I got to the point: "Last night's heavy rain, the victims gathered around the city again, I just came to see how many migrant workers you can absorb here." ”

Zhao Xiang sighed: "Don't hide it from adults, the small people are really forced to be helpless to work for relief, the victims gathered at the other end of the river embankment, I don't know which one who gave birth to a child didn't *** actually released rumors to instigate the victims to rob me, it's them, fortunately, the response was timely, otherwise it would have been burned down like Kaiyuan Temple under the catastrophe." I am also desperate, my family only has a few acres of thin fields, how much grain can be harvested, just waiting for the government to lend a hand and find some ways for these victims to make a living, and if I continue to eat like this, my family will be eaten up. ”

Crying poor must be crying, showing off wealth has never ended well in the land of China. Crying poor is the only way to let others know that it is not easy.

Wang Haoran nodded: "It's also difficult for you." It's just that the food for disaster relief in the imperial court has not yet arrived, and you still need to support it for a while. ”