The location of the granary is on a hill in the easternmost part of Fuzhou City. Because almost the entire Fuzhou was flooded, it was inconvenient for cars and horses to pass, so Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi had to go on foot. However, not only cars and horses, but also people are not necessarily easy.

It took a lot of effort for the two of them to find the granary. Wen Qiao had to admire the caution of Wang Ai and Gu Yuan and the others at this time, and found the granary, and the clothes on their bodies were almost wet because of the water on the way.

They finally walked to the top of the mountain, as soon as they reached the top of the mountain, Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi saw a very conspicuous dirt bag on the mountain, and when they got closer, they found that this was a soil bag, and they were a cellar built by people with their father. The cellar was piled out of the ground, and the entrance was blocked by several stone slabs.

Wen Qiao directly removed the stone slabs, the entrance was revealed, and there was a deep pit below, and the builders built a staircase directly at the entrance in order to facilitate going up and down. Although he had already found out the existence of the granary, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, Wen Qiao couldn't help but sneer.

Now the people of the entire Fuzhou City are living in dire straits, and eating and sleeping have become the most difficult thing, but Wang Ai's dog officials still have so much food hidden and haven't taken it out!

The two of them went down the stairs to the cellar in turn, and when they came in, they realized that the cellar was about the size of the entire yamen of the Fuzhou prefect, and it was densely packed with bags of grain. "Let's take an inventory first." Wen Qiao removed a bag beside him and walked to the innermost position.

Zhang Xinzhi directly checked the first bag one by one, and finally the two of them checked the grain in the entire cellar, which was still a lot worse than what was registered in the account book.

"Maybe the rest of the food was hidden by them somewhere else." Zhang Xinzhi wrote a number on his paper with Mao notes, but in the end he didn't dare to make a bold guess. Compared with finding out the grain, the people in Fuzhou City are of course more important.

After returning to the Fuzhou Prefect's Yamen, Wen Qiao immediately sent his subordinates out to spread the news, and it didn't take long for the entire Fuzhou Prefect's Yamen to be crowded with people who rushed to hear the news. Wen Qiao stood at the forefront, and as soon as these people came, the originally deserted yamen instantly became lively.

Everyone was talking, everyone was waiting for Wen Qiao to tell them what he had to say. Now the people in the entire Fuzhou city are panicking, and now they finally see someone who can take charge, how can they not be in a hurry. "My lord, what you said out there is true?" A gray-haired old man asked Wen Qiao with trembling hands, his eyes were cloudy, but Wen Qiao saw tears.

He glanced at it, and most of the people who came were old and young, women and children, and only one or two young men. The situation in Fuzhou is even more serious than they imagined.

Knowing that it would be no good to continue to drag on in such a situation, Wen Qiao said simply: "Now that Fuzhou is flooded, I know that many of your family members have left Fuzhou. This is a natural disaster, and I will not pursue the matter of leaving, but the current situation is to keep everyone safe first. ”

The yamen was boiling in an instant, and the scene was very chaotic, and the sound of crying and the sound of people talking were mixed together, and there was a commotion.

Wen Qiao's scalp was numb from the noise, and he took the shocking wood on the public case and patted it, "Everyone be quiet first!" His temperament and actions showed that he was not small, and the people who spoke and cried were shocked by him, and they quickly quieted down.

"I know it's not easy for everyone now, everyone who can still live in the family will live at home first, and if they can't live in people, they will find relatives and friends, if there is no way, then the yamen should solve it." He pointed to Zhang Xinzhi, who was sitting behind the public desk and was writing with his head bowed.

"Now, those who do not have a place to live should first go to the Lord and register. The rest of the matter is arranged by us, and we just hope that everyone will not panic at the moment!" The good thing for no reason became real in this way, and after Wen Qiao's words, there was already a lot of heat in front of Zhang Xinzhi.

After registering, it is clear that there are still many people whose residences have not been resolved. Wen Qiao's initial decision was obviously not good enough to accommodate so many people.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xinzhi asked everyone to report the number of people who still stayed in Fuzhou, and after careful calculation, he would check the places where people could still live now, and then all of them would be placed together. The problem of eating was specially handled by the yamen, which not only solved the problem of shelter but also solved the problem of many people not being able to eat.

Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi did not bring many people, and everyone's bodies reached the load in a few days. However, soon the problem of the people of Fuzhou was solved, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. In such a harsh environment, he must ensure that no one dies and no displaced people.

After ensuring the safety of the people, he began to solve the most fundamental problem of the flood. In order to better handle things, Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi's residence has moved to the yamen of the Fuzhou prefect.

Wang Ai and the others were also a lot more honest after Gu Yuan's incident, but Wen Qiao had never been worried about them, and he never let them participate in the flood incident.

Anyway, they have been inactive for more than a day or two, so there is nothing wrong with him in this part of the matter here.

At night, the temperature in Fuzhou plummeted.

There was still a light in Wen Qiao's room, and the wind outside kept coming. There was a noise at the door, and when he looked up, he saw Zhang Xinzhi walking in with something in his hand. Before he could speak, Zhang Xinzhi had already called out to him, "Brother Wen." ”

The piece of paper written by Zhang Xinzhi last time reappeared in front of him, Zhang Xinzhi pointed to him with a new string of numbers written on the paper, and said straightly: "The account book is not right, I have checked all their granaries one by one, and the grain is still more than half of what is written in the account book."

"The floods in Fuzhou will not be solved at least for a short time, and the people have no food reserves at home, and the ones I found out are far from enough. At most, if we hold out for another ten days, we will be completely out of food. ”

Now the whole world can only hear the wind whirring outside. Wen Qiao was silent for a long time, and every word Zhang Xinzhi said made his mood a little heavier, "Wang Ai, are they still hiding it?"

"Less than two-thirds of the grain he wrote in his account book has been found out."

"If it's not something wrong with their books, it's something wrong with the food. But now is not to say that at this time, if we run out of food and there is no surplus, then we can only ......" Zhang Xinzhi's last words could not be spoken.

In fact, he and Wen Qiao were very clear, Wen Qiao thought about the brush that he threw directly into his hand, looked up at Zhang Xinzhi and said, "Send someone to deliver a message to Your Majesty."

He stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, the entire Fuzhou City had been searched by them, and now he only needed to ask the court for food first.