The word "Fuzhou" has completely become a stone as hard as iron, it has been choked in Wen Qiao's heart since the day Wen Qiao came, if you don't completely find a way to eliminate it, then it will only be up and down in Wen Qiao's heart. Let him not live in peace, let him sleep all night.

For convenience, Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi have already transferred their sleeping places to the yamen of the Fuzhou prefect. The two of them went straight to a vacant room, put two planks in it, and spread a quilt on it as a bed.

In the past few days, they have counted the people who are still in Fuzhou, and the available houses and food have been cleared one by one. At the time of the disaster, they are the leaders of the people of Fuzhou now, and they must first ensure the safety of all the people.

In the dark, Wen Qiao turned over again with his eyes closed. He was distraught at this time, and he accidentally failed to control his strength, and the bed board made a tearing sound in the darkness. His body immediately stiffened, and he straightened his legs and slowly probed, and sure enough, he felt that the bed board from his waist down had broken.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough to disturb the people who lived in the same room with him.

In the darkness, a figure suddenly stood up opposite Wen Qiao. Then Zhang Xinzhi's inquiring voice sounded in the small room, "Brother Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xinzhi had slept well, but he was awakened by the amazing sound just now. Rubbing his eyes slightly, Zhang Xinzhi gradually regained some consciousness, he probably guessed what the sound was just now, and asked again: "Is the bed board collapsing?"

In fact, it wasn't a bed board at all, it was just a very ordinary wooden board, or two pieces that the two of them didn't want when they went to the carpenter's house in Fuzhou City together.

The city of Fuzhou is low-lying and most of the houses in the city have been flooded. And they calculated that there were still 3,000 people still in Fuzhou. The young people who are in good health are almost all gone, and the women are better than the children, but the elderly and infants are suffering.

In order to settle them, the places in Fuzhou City that could still live were requisitioned, and even the yamen of the Fuzhou prefect was no exception. Just outside the public hall, there are more than a dozen simple bed boards built inside, and women in good health are crowded inside.

Daily food is also a problem, in order to be able to last a few more days, these days are boiled porridge.

Wen Qiao put on his robe and lit the only oil lamp in the room, and the warm yellow light slightly illuminated the originally dark room. His bed board had broken in half from the middle and was no longer usable. He watched the scene with an oil lamp, standing motionless and not speaking.

"Why don't you come to my place and sleep for a while, it just so happens that I still have some accounts left to settle yesterday." In this short time, Zhang Xinzhi has already put on his clothes. He walked up to Wen Qiao and looked at it, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he said again, "How are you still sleeping?" There's more important things to do tomorrow, so go ahead. ”

It was still late at night, the sky outside was pitch black, and the whole world was silent. Wen Qiao didn't speak for a long time, he stood in place and looked at the inferior bed board that had been broken in half. "This can't be dragged on any longer." He suddenly replied to the question, and spat out such a sentence from his mouth.

But Zhang Xinzhi almost immediately understood the meaning of Wen Qiao's words, he stood next to Wen Qiao and nodded in agreement, and said: "This matter is completely thankless, and if it is done well, it will not be done if it is wrong."

"How did the dilemma come about? The prefects of Fuzhou are friendly to us on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are the people who are most afraid of us. It's still a bunch of high-ranking officials in the capital, and there may be something waiting for us when we go back. "Officialdom is full of treachery, and as long as you take a wrong step, you may fall into the abyss from which you will never recover.

Zhang Xinzhi saw these things clearly, and floods have been thankless since ancient times. Now Wang Ai, the prefect of Fuzhou, and others are at odds with them, and if they are not resolved as soon as possible, it will always be a big trouble.

After all, who knows when they will stab him and Wen Qiao in the back?

"Hmm." Wen Qiao finally answered Zhang Xin's voice, he came back to his senses from his thoughts, and after arranging the quilt, he hugged him to the chair next to him. He looked at Zhang Xinzhi who was watching from the sidelines and asked, "Do you want to continue to sleep for a while?"

Wen Qiao had already made the bed and put on his robe neatly, obviously looking like he was not ready to rest anymore. Zhang Xinzhi shook his head, he took the oil lamp and put it on the table in the room, rolled up his wide sleeves, and began to bow his head in front of the table again.

His inky handwriting fell quickly onto the paper, his eyebrows lowered and he cut himself off from the outside world. Wen Qiao didn't care about him anymore after packing up his things, and after getting along with each other recently, he figured out Zhang Xinzhi's work and rest habits.

He has a face that is a little more beautiful than a woman, but there is no femininity in his words and deeds, he does things neatly and neatly, and his appearance seems soft, but he has a cold and hard heart.

Such a person is a right-hand man if he is used well, and if he is not used well, he is the biggest opponent. It was still quiet outside the door, and Wen Qiao opened the door and went to the room where they put the food.

From the time they found this batch of grain, this was the fourth day they persevered. There was already a small dirt bag high in the room, and these were all used up food bags. Time can't wait, and the people of Fuzhou can't wait either.

And Wang Ai's people have not built for many years, and the account books handed over are also very problematic, which must have been made by them to make some small moves.

Wen Qiao clasped his hands on his chest, lowered his head and walked slowly back to the room. As soon as the door was closed, he said directly to Zhang Xin: "Write out the recital for Your Majesty first, and let people send it back to the capital today."

Zhang Xinzhi raised his head and was stunned for a moment, he nodded and replied, "Okay." He found a few pieces of stationery and wrote down everything that should be said according to Wen Qiao's request.

After writing it, Wen Qiao read it carefully, carefully put away the letter, and turned around and went out again. Ling Yi was not by his side, and he didn't trust anyone, so he had to summon the carrier pigeon that had been delivering him letters.

After hiding the letter on the carrier pigeon, Wen Qiao touched its head, and then released the carrier pigeon in the night.

Now the whole court is watching him deal with this flood, and after more than ten days in a row, he has not done anything useful, and he will definitely be impeached by a large group of officials in the capital when he returns.

Anyway, he can't get any benefit from whether this matter is good or not. The small carrier pigeon flew out of Fuzhou overnight, carrying the last hope of Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi.

Fuzhou and other places, which are the land of fish and rice, are not even enough food for the people in the end, which is also a joke.