What appeared in front of him made Wen Qiao have to believe that the fact that the grain and grass were transferred was a fact. He looked at the food that had been dug out of the mound by the soldiers and packed in sacks, and he couldn't react for a long time. He was shocked by what he saw.

At the same time, a monstrous anger quickly rolled out in his heart, and this result made him frightened and made him feel even more angry. Jiang Cheng, a ministry, dared to do anything to grain and grass in broad daylight! The green tendons on his forehead twitched one after another, obviously he was already angry to the extreme.

No one present dared to speak at this time. This is especially true of the soldiers who came this time, they originally set off from the military camp in the capital with confidence and joy, but they encountered such an incident on the way to Fuzhou.

Not only Wen Qiao, but they also felt uncomfortable. It was their brothers who had fought together in the barracks who died, and no one expected it, no one expected it in advance, but disaster happened. There were a few crackling sounds from the burning fire next to it.

The silence around everyone can hear their heartbeat, and everyone subconsciously lowered the sound of breathing, for fear that making a little noise would disturb such a strange quiet. Wen Qiao's deep eyes reflected the flickering firelight.

He didn't speak for a long time, and the strange silence continued for a few minutes, and then he moved his lips, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and bitter, "Divide the food that can still be used for the time being." "A large part of the sacks contain no food at all.

The soldiers separated the sacks that could not be used, sorted the clean food that was still edible, and finally put it in the sack and sealed it. Only a small portion of the disaster relief silver in small boxes was distributed.

Of the 100,000 disaster relief silver, it was less than 50,000 when it was counted. Wen Qiao's hatred for Jiang Cheng increased a little more, and he felt that Jiang Cheng probably really didn't want to continue to live. Half of the silver, grain and grass for disaster relief was dropped by him!

This is really bold, Jiang Cheng is not enough to cut off even ten heads! Wen Qiao took a heavy breath, no matter how angry he was at this time, there was no other way, he had to arrange everything else as soon as possible. Wen Qiao was counting the grain and disaster relief silver here, and Zhang Xinzhi was not idle.

Almost half of the entire squad of soldiers who went to Fuzhou were wounded. There are serious injuries and there are minor injuries. Zhang Xin's blue clothes were illuminated by the firelight, and he had been helping to deal with the injuries of the wounded simply.

At the moment, there are no supplies that can be used to treat them, so Zhang Xinzhi can only use the simplest things to bandage the wounds of the wounded, although the effect is not very great, but this is better than doing nothing. The soldiers moved aside the food and grass they had counted and the disaster silver.

After the inventory, there are still a few carriages that can continue to be used, but fortunately, there are not many grains, grasses and disaster silver that need to be escorted to Fuzhou, and a few carriages are just enough to be filled. The captain of the soldiers reported the results of the count to Wen Qiao, and the number made Wen Qiao worried.

Although there is not much grain and grass left, it can barely continue to maintain the livelihood of the people of Fuzhou for a few days. The best use of more than 40,000 disaster silver at this time is to use it all to buy food.

Wen Qiao roughly planned his next plan in his heart, he walked to Zhang Xinzhi's side in a few steps and shouted, "Xinzhi."

"Huh?" Zhang Xinzhi turned his head to look at him, and after noticing the look on his face, he handed the things in his hand to the soldiers beside him. He wiped his hands with his sleeve and walked to the side with gentleness.

It was the deepest time of the night, and the weather at this time plummeted, which made Zhang Xinzhi, who was only wearing thin clothes, shiver. Most of the huge flat land was blocked by the rocks that suddenly collapsed today, and they gathered in a corner of the flat ground with dozens of surviving soldiers.

The two of them walked one after the other to a corner where the fire was not very bright. Zhang Xinzhi stood silently, waiting for Wen Qiao to speak. Wen Qiao stared straight ahead, he was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Zhang Xinzhi's eyes and said without focus: "I thought about it carefully, the best plan for this matter now is for us to temporarily stabilize the situation in Fuzhou first."

Zhang Xinzhi listened and nodded in agreement. Wen Qiao continued: "I have already counted the grain and grass and disaster silver, excluding the ones that were transferred and those that were destroyed by the mountains and rocks, there are still more than 20 bags of grain and grass left, and more than 40,000 taels of disaster silver."

"The food is temporarily enough for Fuzhou to continue to hold on for a few more days, and my idea is that I will go back to Beijing first to resume my life, and you will use the remaining disaster money to go to Linzhou to buy another batch of grain, and then you will take the things and the rest of the people back to Fuzhou first. We only need to ensure the livelihood of the people in Fuzhou, and as for the flood problem, everything will be discussed when I come back. ”

Zhang Xinzhi didn't give an answer immediately, he lowered his head and looked at his feet, thought for a while, and asked: "This time the matter is important, if you go back like this, Your Majesty will definitely blame you." Besides, although the grain and grass thing has happened, we have no evidence to prove that Jiang Cheng did it. ”

Zhang Xinzhi's words are not unreasonable, "Rashly tell Your Majesty, when the time comes, Jiang Cheng may bite us back." "The loss of grain and grass and the transfer of contracts, only they and Jiang Cheng are the only ones in the whole process. And now there is a problem with the grain and grass in their hands, they have no evidence, and they are completely unconvincing.

If the emperor believes it, it's fine, but if he doesn't, then it will be difficult for them to explain. "Huh." Wen Qiao suddenly sneered, "With so many soldiers, human and material evidence are gathered, I don't believe that Jiang Cheng has any other ways to quibble." ”

A small official Shangshu dares to do such a bold thing, and there must be others behind him to support him. Otherwise, it's up to him, unless he's really crazy to come out and do this kind of thing. "Okay, you don't need to worry about this matter, I'll go back to Beijing first, and everything will be handed over to you here."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Wen Qiao, Zhang Xinzhi had no choice but to let Wen Qiao do it, he said: "Okay, pay attention to safety." Time could not be delayed, and after the two of them decided, they immediately started to prepare their own things.

Wen Qiao directly led the horse out and couldn't wait for a moment to turn over on the horse, before setting off, he still looked at Zhang Xinzhi uneasily, and instructed: "Do everything carefully, the things here must be saved."

If Jiang Cheng wants to bite back at that time, the food that has been transferred here and the soldiers who travel with him are human and physical evidence.

The sound of horses' hooves as they galloped out was particularly clear in the dark night. No one knew in advance that there would be such an accident today, and if everything had gone smoothly before, it would not be long before they could arrive in Fuzhou.

But now just because of a Jiang Cheng, everything they did was in vain. Wen Qiao set off in the night without stopping.