"Let's put aside the matter of opening a warehouse for disaster relief for the time being, Lord Yang, you quickly order people to count how many local people have been seriously affected, and report it to this king after the statistics, this matter must be fast, and there must be no mistakes."

Jun Beimo, who was sitting at the top, ordered with a calm face that this time the disaster was serious, and he would send his trusted ministers to distribute food and cold to these severely affected areas together, and at the same time distribute disaster silver to them.

Lord Yang, that is, the upright-looking official who stood up first, after he received the order, he saluted Jun Beimo above.

"Yes, I obey."

After the morning court, Jun Beimo, who was wearing a four-clawed golden dragon robe, got into the carriage and returned to the house.

It's been winter recently, and many places have been severely affected, and he can't help frowning about these things.

After returning to the house, he went directly to the study with an air-conditioner.

There are a lot of things to be busy recently, after all, the whole country needs to be taken care of by yourself, can there be a lot of affairs?

"Lord Wang, you haven't rested for a long time, and I'm worried that your body will not be able to bear it. Listen to me, just go and rest for a while. ”

The housekeeper who followed looked at the prince with a cold expression on his face, and said with some distress.

Since the prince went out, there have been a lot of things accumulated in the house, and many places have been affected by different disasters recently, all of which have made the prince so busy that he has little time to rest.

Jun Beimo, whose face was cold and hard, shook his head, and his cold pupils softened slightly.

"Butler, you don't have to worry, this king is fine, you go down first."

For the coldness of his own prince, the housekeeper couldn't do anything about it, so he could only shake his head and retreat.

Sitting at the desk, stacks of bamboo slips have accumulated on the table, and you can imagine how busy things are.

Opening the cabinet, an item appeared in front of him, looking at this thing, Jun Beimo's originally cold and hard expression suddenly softened.

Reaching out and gently stroking the direction of this thing, his mind gradually drifted away.

I don't know how she's doing, whether she thinks about herself.

It was almost noon, and Lord Yang, who had received the order, had already counted them, and he hurried to the door of the Regent's Mansion with the booklet in his hand.

With the soldier's permission, he let the butler take him to the study.

When he arrived in the study, the housekeeper retreated, leaving Lord Yang he had brought.

"Your Excellency, Lord Regent!"

Lord Yang, who was left behind, gave a big salute to Jun Beimo, who was sitting behind the desk.

"Excuse me."

At this time, Jun Beimo put away the bamboo slip in his hand and raised his head and said.

Raising his head, the cold and hard lines on his face like a knife came into his eyes.

Lord Yang, who lowered his head, stood up straight, and then presented the booklet he was holding with both hands.

"Lord Regent, the minister has counted the affected areas, and I would like to ask you to check it out, Lord Regent."

Jun Beimo stretched out his hand and took the booklet, opened it, and looked at it one by one.

In the face of these important things, his heart did not relax for a moment, and his cold and hard face was tense all the time, which made people feel oppressed.

Looking at it page by page, Jun Beimo's brows furrowed. This time, the damage was somewhat severe, and there were six in total.

After pondering for a long time, Jun Beimo ordered, "Pass on the king's decree to allocate 30,000 stone of grain, and allocate 800,000 taels of silver from the treasury to relieve six disasters." The person responsible for this matter will be handed over to you, Lord Yang. ”

Shouldering such a heavy responsibility, Lord Yang suddenly felt his shoulders sink, his face turned straight, and he said, "The minister will not disgrace the heavy responsibility." ”

"Very well, besides, Lord Yang, you have been ordered by this king to close all the city gates to prevent a large number of displaced people from pouring into the city, and have ordered local officials everywhere to patrol the streets strictly. When the disaster has settled, the gates can be opened. ”

Jun Beimo issued one order after another, and Lord Yang below kept every order in mind.

Next, Jun Beimo instructed Lord Yang to do some disaster relief.

The rest of the trivial things for disaster relief, I believe that Lord Yang will definitely be able to do it without having to tell him himself.

Not long after his orders were given, these orders immediately reached the ears of every official.

On the same day, a truckload of grain suddenly left the capital, and the team of grain trucks was divided into six teams.

In each team, Jun Beimo sent four of his own right-hand men to follow and protect him, and supervised them by the way.

He didn't believe in Lord Yang's character, but supervised the local officials, some of whom would quietly get some of the food out of it.

In this regard, he has to send people to guard against the corruption of ink.

Behind these teams, there are armies to protect the grain and grass from special situations on the road.

There are several large granaries in the imperial palace in the capital, which were built to prevent natural disasters and wars in various places, so that they can be used when necessary.

Now that these 30,000 stone of grain are being shipped out, it is still a drop in the bucket for these state coffers.

As the procession left, the onlookers in the capital also dispersed.

Their hearts are more cohesive for this court, they can allocate food and silver to go to the disaster relief as soon as possible in the case of a disaster, and they can not give up those poor people under such a serious disaster, which makes them feel hope in their hearts, and they are more cohesive about this court.

In Sungai Village, due to the remoteness of the village, they did not know about the disaster.

They are still living their usual lives.

In the Gu family's old house, Gu Chunlai sat in front of his tattered dressing table and looked at the bronze mirror.

At this time, her face was smeared with the rouge that her mother had bought for herself, because it was inferior rouge, it was a little difficult to wipe off the rouge when it was applied to her face, and it also caused some places to be darker.

However, these are not a problem for Gu Chunlai, he only needs to use a lot of force to push and wipe.

Smeared with rouge, looking at his broom-like chef's eyebrows, Gu Chunlai was sometimes distressed.

However, she thought of a solution, so she brought a clip to endure the pain and pluck the excess hair on her eyebrows.

While plucking her eyebrows, the inhalation in her mouth became louder and louder.

By the time she plucked out more than half of the eyebrows on both eyes, leaving the two crooked eyebrows, her eyelids were already red and swollen.

It really hurts to death, if it weren't for that son, he wouldn't have done such a painful thing.

She rubbed her red and swollen eyelids with her hands, and when the pain subsided, she brought a set of her most beautiful and favorite pink dress.