Su Jiudong stroked Wen Yiheng's hand, clenched his ten fingers, and said supportively: "King Kong's angry eyes, Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, are all compassionate. I hope they will understand your good intentions. ”

The time to open the altar and pray for rain is set at noon, so Wen Yiheng's simple breakfast is also to eat a bite and stop to take a look at the folds, slow down and drag and eat until three o'clock, until Shi Yiqing came to pick up people, Wen Yiheng also "enjoyed" it.

Wen Yiheng set off from Xingyuan in a sedan chair, but stopped the sedan chair driver on the way to the government.

Shi Yiqing got down from the sedan chair behind and came to Wen Yiheng's sedan chair to ask for instructions: "There is still a distance from the government here, dare to ask why Wen Xiang parked?" ”

Wen Yiheng lifted the sedan curtain and walked out of the sedan chair, pointing at the victims on both sides of the street with his five fingers together, and his voice was low: "Eh... Why did the prime minister stop, can't you Lord Shi still see it? ”

Seeing that in the scorching hot weather, from time to time there are hungry victims on both sides of the road, and now I see that there are government officials and soldiers sounding gongs to open the way, but the people who should have avoided it have long been so hungry that they have lost the strength to avoid the government sedan chairs.

Seeing this, Shi Yiqing could only sigh silently, and blamed himself: "The tragic situation in the city is like this, all because of the inaction of the lower officials and the officials of the Imperial Protectorate, so that this situation is in such a situation. ”

Wen Yiheng saw that Shi Yiqing was indeed blaming himself from the bottom of his heart, nodded slightly, and then led everyone back for nearly a kilometer on foot, came to the porridge shed of the official mansion that he had just passed, looked at the victims who were in a long line to receive food, and looked at the two cauldrons in the porridge shed.

The public government attaché looked towards Wen Yiheng's gaze, and saw that the porridge in the two cauldrons was very few grains of rice, and the clear soup was scarce, and even the figure could be illuminated, which was far from Wen Yiheng's previous requirement to be able to stand up in the porridge without falling down.

"Look at the porridge in this pot..."Wen Yiheng's tone became heavier and heavier, and he rebuked the official attaché beside him: "Is this the porridge that can make the victims of the disaster eat enough?" It's just a matter of putting a few grains of brown rice in warm water. ”

"Some parents and officials of my Dayin Dynasty are deeply in charge of official power but refuse to act, the corpses do not care about the life and death of the people, hesitate to make mistakes, there is hunger on the road and do not know what to do, and the grain savings are refused to be released, so that the west is surrendered to the city full of complaints, and the people are not happy."

In Wen Yiheng's indignant and angry tone, there was a little more irrepressible sadness.

Wen Yiheng turned his head to look at the complaining Shi Yiqing beside him, knowing that Shi Yiqing, who had maintained this point, did have difficulties and difficulties, so he suppressed the words of reproach that came to his mouth.

Wen Yiheng asked Xu Ming to return to Xingyuan and bring the ten-stone grain bag prepared by Shi Yiqing for Wen Yiheng, and ordered the officials in the porridge shed to boil porridge.

"Wen Xiang, this is a ration prepared for you by the lower official..."Shi Yiqing said in surprise.

Wen Yiheng waved his hand to stop Shi Yiqing's words, and only personally supervised the official to cook porridge on the side. The grains of fine white polished rice in the grain bag were poured into the black cauldron, which instantly stirred up a boiling smoke of water vapor.

In the end, the official used the ten stone polished rice donated by Wen Yiheng to boil out a thick white rice porridge that could stand up with chopsticks without falling. Wen Yiheng walked up to the victims who were queuing up to receive the porridge, and his voice trembled slightly: "This new porridge will be boiled soon..."

Wen Yiheng has words in his words, which are meaningful. This sentence is not only for the starving victims, but also for the government attachés around them, and even to the officials and wealthy families who refuse to donate money and borrow food.

Due to Wen Yiheng's delay on the way to the palace, the event of opening the altar to pray for rain at noon was postponed to four o'clock in the afternoon, which is also the time when the scorching sun is at its most empty.

The other officials of the Imperial Protectorate and the wealthy families on the roster did not know that Wen Yiheng was delayed on the road, so they only gathered at the official palace from midnight in the morning, waiting for Wen Yiheng's arrival.

Although most people are very dissatisfied with Wen Yiheng's "lateness", they can only dare not say anything because of their "humble official position".

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Yiheng, who was belated, personally led all the officials of the western surrendered city, as well as the top ten wealthy families on the list, to ascend the high platform to open the altar and burn incense, bow and pray, and pray for rain in a general manner, and the rain was enough for three days.

Abbot Wen Yiheng's prayer for rain is different from the spontaneous prayer for rain among the people, and he does not invite wizards to dance the "rain prayer dance" in public, but leads the officials to bow and bow down to express their prayers to the heavens.

After the ceremony, everyone returned to their seats, sat on the reed seats placed by Wen Yiheng and waited for the movement in the sky, but the sky was still the same as just now, the scorching sun was overhead, and there were no clouds.

Although it was July, the heat was unabated, and a sticky sweat could still be poured out under the sun. It was early autumn, but there was not the slightest cool breeze.

Among the onlookers under the high platform, Su Jiudong, who disguised himself as a man, also brought a few guards to blend in, just to see how Wen Yiheng made officials spit out silver and rich households pay grain today.

Wen Yiheng sat on the high platform, and some officials under the high platform began to whisper: "I have never seen such a prayer for rain, I didn't invite a wizard to pray for rain and dance, just rely on us to bow down a few times for the officials, how can we ask for grace and rain?" ”

The leader of Rong Di's rich household Yin Ji said with disdain: "Who knows if he really wants to pray for rain, or if he is acting coyly to gain a good reputation for the people and loving the people..."

"Maybe he opened the altar to pray for rain this time, and it was really to make a good reputation..."

As soon as the private discussion opened, some unscrupulous officials speculated that Wen Yiheng would be unscrupulous: "He has made great contributions to the northern expedition this time, why did he stay in the city of Xishou surrender instead of returning, isn't it because he is afraid that he will be tabooed by the saint after returning to Beijing, and his merits will be high..."

"The birds are all gone, and the good bow is hidden; The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook. He refused to go back, maybe he was afraid that he would lose his position as prime minister when he went back... Didn't he almost lose it before? In the end, it was the Holy Lord's magnanimity in pardoning him that he was not guilty, and he was reinstated. ”

Hearing the discussion between the officials and the wealthy families below, Wen Yiheng finally tapped his finger on the table twice and said: "Summer has gone to autumn, but there is no sign of cooling, and now it has caused a drought in the city. ”

"Today the altar is opened to pray for rain, and all requests are for the people. We are officials and wealthy people, and today we do not open an umbrella and fan to sit under the scorching sun, experience the difficulties of the crops, observe the difficulties of the people's livelihood, and think about the hardships of spinning. ”

Wen Yiheng's "empathy theory" is not asking the officials for questions, but telling everyone bluntly that they are not allowed to cover up, and they are directly exposed to the scorching sun.

After all, Wen Yiheng is the first product of the dynasty, and no one dares to disobey his orders. Therefore, even if the officials and wealthy families were resentful, they did not dare to disobey the order, and they really sat and waited under the scorching sun.

The work of one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, and three sticks of incense has passed, and the sun is still scorching. The officials and wealthy families were already sweating profusely.

The people in the audience saw that Wen Yiheng had not moved for a long time, and they didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd, so they also withered together, but the scorching sun roasted them together and sweated profusely, complaining bitterly.

Su Jiudong only knew that Wen Yiheng wanted to use vomiting methods on officials and wealthy households, but he didn't know the specific operation, so he was also curious and waited.

Wen Yiheng, who closed his eyes and recuperated, finally made a move at this time, summoned Shi Yiqing, the protector of the capital, and ordered: "The sun is like fire, Lord Shi will go and get some tea and distribute it to all colleagues and rich people." ”

Shi Yiqing immediately went to the mansion behind the high platform to prepare tea. After a while, Shi Yiqing instructed the servants to distribute the "special" strong tea that Wen Yiheng ordered to each of the officials and wealthy households present.

Due to the hot weather, after the "roasting" of the imperial doctor at noon, the officials and wealthy families who had been sitting for a long time finally waited for the tea to quench their thirst, and took the teacup and drank it with their heads up, regardless of whether they tasted the tea or not.

Su Jiudong saw Wen Yiheng ordering people to bring tea and distribute it to the officials and wealthy households, and finally understood Wen Yiheng's plan and intentions.

Rong Di Fuhu Yin Yin looked up and drank it, and realized that the taste was wrong, only felt bitter, but felt that the more he drank, the more thirsty he became, so he couldn't help but complain: "What kind of tea is this?" It's also hard to drink! ”

Changshi Hu Buzhi reminded in a low voice: "If it's hard to drink, you have to drink it, this is the meaning of Wen Xiang, do you dare to spit it out?" ”

Some of the officials who originally wanted to stop at this point did not dare to stop drinking when they heard Hu Buzhi's words, and they all raised their heads and drank them all.

There was an official who couldn't help it, and he spit out directly in public, and spit out the filth on the small table in front of him.

The hidden cigui next to him covered his nose with his sleeve, threw a small spittoon into the mouth of the official who spit out, and scolded: "You are stupid! If you don't need a ready-made spittoon next to it, you have to spit it on the table! Evil is not disgusting! Dirty or not! ”

The words of Yin Jigui woke up the dreamer, and the officials and wealthy people present noticed the small spittoon placed under the small table. There are officials who really feel uncomfortable churning in their stomachs, and they quickly grab the small spittoon under the small table and vomit it.

As a result, the onlookers saw the "wonders" of the group of officials and wealthy households vomiting together.

Su Jiudong was looking at the officials and wealthy families with relish after drinking tea, and felt overwhelmed with joy, but a pleasant and low man's voice sounded in his ears: "It turns out that you want to borrow tea to induce vomiting?" This Wen Xiang is really interesting. ”

Su Jiudong turned his head to look at the source of the sound, but he didn't see any trace of the person, he only smelled the faint fragrance of pen and ink, and said to himself: "Hmm, this is still the smell of Hui ink, and he is still a tasteful and high-quality reader..."

Not to mention how this "scholar" who has never seen the end of the dragon said anything to Wen Yiheng, but he saw that the officials and rich people who vomited wildly after drinking tea showed embarrassment on their faces.

Changshi Hu didn't notice that there was something wrong with the tea sent by Wen Yiheng to Shi Yiqing, and just wanted to speak, but when he saw Wen Yiheng on the high platform, he immediately stood up and announced loudly: "Those who vomit are not allowed to cover up their vomit!" ”

The officials were still in the stage of ignorance of what they were trying to understand, and behind them, the officials sent by Shi Yi snatched the small spittoon in the officials' hands and checked them one by one.

Hu Buzhi seemed to understand Wen Yiheng's intentions, and asked knowingly: "Wen Xiang, what do you mean by this?" ”