With Shang Fang's sword, Su Zhiming was like a bamboo.

It was not that he had killed many corrupt officials with this sword, but that he had traveled all the way west, but wherever he went, the attitude of the local officials and the people was completely different from before.

It seems that everyone is afraid that they will become the soul of Shang Fang's sword, and those magistrates do not need Su Zhiming's supervision, so they all work diligently, lest the officials under them lose their own problems, and they are so diligent that they are not like words.

This kind of atmosphere is too obvious, which makes Su Zhiming very happy.

The response from the people was even more enthusiastic.

When he traveled all the way before, few ordinary people knew his identity, at most they knew that he was an official sent by the imperial court to provide disaster relief, and he carried silver taels for disaster relief.

But since Shang Fang's sword was given, everywhere he went, there were people cheering, "Lord Su, Lord Su is finally here!" ”

Su Zhiming is still young, and he has only experienced this kind of thing that is welcomed by the people once, and it was when he was just in the middle of the flower.

At that time, it was just the congratulations of the people of the capital, but now it is the support of the people affected by the disaster.

He was flattered for a while, and when he heard the people call him "Su Qingtian", he was terrified for a long time.

"How can I deserve such a title as Qingtian? The discipline of the monarch and the minister, the king is the sky, the minister is the earth, how can I, as a human minister, transgress it? ”

When he expressed his panic, his attendants quickly explained to him, "Don't be afraid, my lord, this is the people supporting you, and the emperor will not care if he hears it." In the previous dynasty, there was an incorruptible prefect of Kaifeng, who was called 'Bao Qingtian', which is a beautiful talk through the ages. ”

"Yes, there are also in the court. I heard that when the old Lord Su was the county magistrate in the local area, he was also called 'Su Qingtian'. ”

Speaking of Su Qing, Su Zhiming was stunned.

It was originally Su Qing's title, but now that the people are crowned on his head, for some reason, he feels a little uncomfortable.

Thinking of Su Qing's opposition and obstruction before leaving Beijing, he felt panicked in his heart.

The attendant didn't know what he was thinking, and when he was about to say something more flattering, Su Zhiming waved his hand and asked them to retreat.

The attendant honestly withdrew.

……

"Is Lord Xiao Su in the house?"

The two of them withdrew, and then they saw Gou retreat and strode forward.

This Gou Hui is an outsider of the household department, and he is also one of the officials brought out by Su Zhiming in this northwest disaster relief, and he usually manages the silver account for Su Zhiming.

This person has not made any achievements in the household department, but Shengben is a native of the northwest, so he was brought with him when he set up a team on this trip.

Seeing him coming, the two attendants bowed down and said, "Your Excellency is inside, is there anything wrong with Master Gou?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just a casual question passing by."

Gou Hui glanced into the room with a smile, and vaguely through the window, he saw Su Zhiming sitting in front of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

He looked there, and the attendant didn't know whether he wanted to go in or not, and he was at a loss.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to leave, and the attendant didn't take it to heart, seeing that Su Zhiming didn't want to be disturbed, he simply didn't tell him.

……

Two days later, Xinxiang.

Su Zhiming has always liked to visit in micro-clothes, and after the government deployed disaster relief matters, he changed into a businessman and went to the market.

The accompanying attendants only followed two, and the fewer people there were, the more similar they were, which was Su Zhiming's own request.

On the streets of Xinxiang, there were local wealthy families giving porridge to the victims, and Su Zhiming saw many ragged people coming forward to ask for porridge, which seemed to be poor people from the villages below.

Someone was ready to bring bowls, and even some with crockpots, Su Zhiming walked to the side and looked, the small people with crockpots were pleading, "...... I am from Zhaojiagou, my wife and children are frail and difficult to walk, and I walked 20 miles to the town alone. Ask the master to be good, give me a jar of porridge, and let me take it back to feed my wife and children at home. ”

The man who served the porridge was well-dressed and looked like the housekeeper of the rich family, and he bowed his head and waved his hand, "No, no, no, if everyone comes and asks for a jar, no one will be able to eat it." You say that your wife and children are weak, but how do I know if your wife and children are at home or have received porridge here? ”

As soon as the little man with the clay pot heard that people were suspicious of him, he immediately became anxious.

A person next to him who had already received the porridge said, "Zhaojiagou is far away, and it is already poor." He may be telling the truth, you see him in the yellow sand. ”

The housekeeper glanced up and saw that there was indeed a lot of yellow sand on his body and many patches on his clothes, so he was speechless for a while.

But the soup spoon in his hand was scooped back and forth, and he was not willing to give the jar of porridge.

Su Zhiming couldn't stand still, "This gentleman." ”

He stepped forward, and the butler-looking person saw that he was dressed extraordinarily, and he must be a big man, so he hurriedly stood up straight and looked at him carefully.

Su Zhiming said: "This gentleman, you see that he is ragged and dusty, not to mention that the people next to him also prove that Zhaojiagou is far away from here and poor. Why can't you give him more porridge and let him take it back to feed his wife and children, isn't it also your merit? ”

He opened his mouth to say such a long sentence, and the housekeeper heard that his accent was different, and said tentatively: "Listen to this master's accent, is it from the capital?" ”

As soon as they heard that Su Zhiming was from the capital, the surrounding people all looked over.

Su Zhiming hurriedly said: "Oh, indeed. I have come here to do business, and I happened to hear your conversation, and I wanted to say a few words for him. ”

It turned out to be a businessman.

The housekeeper was relieved to hear that he was not an official family, "This master doesn't know, although my lord is kind to the porridge, but look at it, how many can there be?" ”

Su Zhiming looked at it, and the huge porridge bucket opened the lid, and the porridge inside was so thin that a human figure could be seen.

Not much, indeed.

The housekeeper said, "If everyone comes with a big jar and asks for so much, and I can't tell whether it's true or not, how do you say I should give it?" Therefore, we can only be ruthless and give a bowl of porridge to one person, so as to prevent some people from cheating and taking more. ”

"I'm not lying, I'm really not lying!"

The person holding the jar held the jar in one hand, and took out a crumpled kraft paper from his clothes with the other, which was his household registration paper, which stated that he was from Zhaojiagou.

The people around looked around, the people were illiterate, and they all asked what was written, Su Zhiming said: "It is indeed written by Zhao Jiagou people, and there are three children in addition to his wife." ”

The butler was already a little moved, but he was still hesitating.

Seeing this, Su Zhiming simply added fuel to the fire.

He took out a small silver ingot from his sleeve, and when the people around him saw it, their eyes lit up, but Su Zhiming handed the silver ingot to the butler.

"Dare to ask what is the surname of the lord of your mansion?"

The butler had rarely seen such a large silver ingot, and his tone became more and more respectful in his tone, and he said his surname and name in the house.