There were nearly 20 carriages parked outside the Linzhou Post Station, plus the soldiers who were responsible for escorting grain and grass on both sides of the carriage, this group of people and carriages completely surrounded the entire Linzhou Inn in the middle. As far as the eye can see, the outside of the post station is all black.

Seeing the most important person in the escort of grain and grass, Jiang Cheng stopped talking with the person in charge of the post station, and after he greeted Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi, he saw that the eyes of these two people were looking straight at the carriage outside, he flicked his sleeves, took the initiative to walk to Wen Qiao's side, and said: "Shizi, those outside are the grain and grass and disaster silver that were transported to Fuzhou this time."

With that, Jiang Cheng led Wen Qiao out of the courtyard gate of the post station and walked to the front of the first cart of grain and grass. Each carriage was covered with a gray cloth that obscured the entire surface of the carriage. On the gray cloth, a coarse hemp rope was used to tie up the things underneath with the gray cloth.

The reason for this is so that the things carried by the carriage are not bumped down during the bumpy road. The three of them stood in front of the carriage, and Jiang Cheng personally untied the rope of the carriage, and then lifted the gray cloth on it, revealing what was contained in a sack underneath.

"Shizi, Lord Zhang." Jiang Cheng stretched out the palm of his right hand and gestured to them with the sack: "This time, the treasury has approved a total of more than 200 bags of grain and grass, and 100,000 taels of silver." After lifting the gray cloth covering the surface, Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi saw it clearly.

In addition to the sacks of grain, there were several small boxes on top of the carriage. Jiang Cheng didn't wait for the two of them to speak, his body moved, and he walked over and opened the small box in front of the two of them, and it was indeed white silver inside.

Jiang Cheng showed the two of them clearly, and said: "Please also ask the prince to take a careful inventory with Lord Zhang, after the handover is completed here, the minister should return to Beijing to resume his life." After waiting for so many days, I finally waited for this batch of grain, grass and disaster silver.

Wen Qiao, who is not smiling on weekdays, finally waited for the life-saving thing in Fuzhou at this time, and the cold expression on his face was a little more relaxed than usual. After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xinzhi, who was standing beside him at this time.

Zhang Xinzhi nodded at Wen Qiao, and Wen Qiao walked in front of the first carriage with a calm face. Every time he walked in front of a wagon carrying food, the soldiers in charge on either side stepped back to make room for him.

Wen Qiao lifted the gray cloth on the carriage one by one, and opened the sack containing grain, which was filled with rice that had been processed. He reached in and grabbed a handful, and the grain, which controlled the lives of the people all over the world, slid down through the cracks of his unclenched hands.

The rustle of falling rice reassured him. He didn't check it quickly, and Jiang Cheng next to him didn't rush to urge him, and after checking every carriage one by one, Wen Qiao returned to Zhang Xinzhi and Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng, who was nearly a round older than Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi, put his figure very low when facing the two of them, and he didn't have the momentum that an elder should have at all. Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi had not had much contact with Jiang Cheng before.

"Shizi, is there no problem with grain and grass?" Jiang Cheng asked Wen Qiao with a smile. Wen Qiao's gaze was still on the bags of grain and grass on the carriage, and when he heard this, he nodded directly in response, "Well, fortunately, Lord Jiang is sorry." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Jiang Cheng to continue to talk to him superficially, he said directly: "Lord Jiang has been tired all the way, fortunately." His gaze turned from the post station to the outside, and continued: "Lord Jiang can rest in Linzhou for a few more days temporarily, and it is not too late to return to the capital when his body recovers."

"The flood situation in Linzhou is urgent, Master Zhang and I will go back first, so we won't disturb Lord Jiang." Now it has only been one night since Wen Qiao and Zhang Xin came, and none of the words in Wen Qiao's mouth are false.

The situation in Fuzhou is indeed not optimistic. The four prefects in Fuzhou and other places were almost all cleaned up by Wen Qiao a few days ago, and they have been holding the imperial court's money in Fuzhou for many years but not doing practical things, and they should be fully responsible for the floods in Fuzhou and other places. They can't be pointed, and Wen Qiao and Zhang Xin left Fuzhou, and there was no one in Fuzhou who could take charge of the matter for the past two days.

Jiang Cheng didn't answer immediately when he heard this, he groaned and asked, "Which way are the princes and Master Zhang going back this time?"

This question made Wen Qiao stunned for a moment, but his heart was filled with Fuzhou at this time, and he was only stunned for a moment, but he didn't think much about it, he replied: "The distance between Fuzhou and Linzhou is not very far, so we naturally have to go back the way we came."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Cheng nodded, touched the beard on his chin with his hand, and didn't speak again. Jiang Cheng raised his hand and saluted Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi again, and said goodbye: "The minister will not send the prince and Master Zhang." The two of them had a good trip. ”

"So is Lord Jiang." Wen Qiao couldn't find anything wrong and replied to Jiang Cheng with a salute. The two sides quickly separated, leaving only a few soldiers in charge of his safety and a few horses that were convenient for him to ride when he returned. On Wen Qiao's side, a large number of soldiers remained, and they still stood straight in place as when they came.

Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi walked to the front of all the soldiers, and Zhang Xinzhi was different, almost all of the soldiers who came this time were Wen Qiao's people. In front of these soldiers, Wen Qiao regained his usual cold and hard expression in the barracks, and even his voice was much more ruthless than when he spoke to others.

He asked loudly: "Continue to set off for Fuzhou now, can you all still hold on!" The soldiers' eyes were firm, and they only answered one word in unison to Wen Qiao's question, "Yes!"

In order to hand over the grain and grass as soon as possible, Wen Qiao knew that these soldiers had come day and night. But they are all soldiers, and they are even more military camps under Wen Qiao. Regarding the ability of the soldiers under his hands, Wen Qiao still has a bit of proportion in his heart.

He glanced at the soldiers' faces, nodded in satisfaction, and then said loudly, "Good! Let's go!" As his words fell, the carriage full of grain began to move slowly, and the spirits of all the soldiers became refreshed again because of Wen Qiao's words.

Everyone was full of strength, and a group of people was quickly ready, and the carriage turned in the direction of the post station, moving slowly along the street. The location of the Linzhou Post Station is in the center of Linzhou, and the streets are narrow, so people and carriages can only move very slowly.

After the last carriage transporting grain and grass also drove down the street, Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi turned over at the same time and set off with the army transporting grain and grass. As they drifted away, Linzhou Post Station also became a small shadow.

The team transporting grain and grass aroused the minds of the people in Linzhou to see the excitement, they were far away from the Tiangao Emperor in the capital, and they also knew about the recent floods in Fuzhou and other places next door.