A month later, in the early morning, in a prime minister's mansion in the imperial capital.

Zhao Zhou is now sitting in front of a bookcase in the backyard study, surrounded by tens of thousands of letters from more than ten Southern Song Dynasty and four prefectures about 'natural disasters'.

"According to these twists and turns. In the past ten years, there have been 11 regional plagues, floods in one place, major droughts in seven places, and landslides in three places in the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty. A total of nearly a million people have been injured. ”

I'll wait a moment to check it out.

After Zhao Zhou finished sorting out these folds, he thought for a few breaths and took a sip of the tea on the table.

This is also what the current saint specially sent to his Aiqing two days ago in the 'micro-service private visit'.

It can be seen that Zhao Zhou's official position in this world is already a very popular minister, or today's saints have to be stammered, and Zhao Zhou needs to govern the world's literary talents.

And the origin of these twists and turns is that after Zhao Zhou took up the position of 'Prime Minister and King of Wenwu' a month ago without any accidents, he used his authority in this month's time, and specially transferred from the palace and various 'cabinet' mansions.

And Zhao Zhou's collection of these 'natural disasters' is precisely for his plan of 'dreaming of the Dragon King of the Jing River', and he wants to find out some 'criminal evidence' about the immortals, so that he can have a little 'reason' to take advantage of.

But to put it simply, it means that you have no capital to buy and sell, and you go to heaven and return to heaven, but you always have to account for some 'reason' in order to show that you are polite to 'smash the field'. ’

If you can't say a word from others, you can't catch it by yourself, and you lose face verbally.

Anyway.

Zhao Zhou finished drinking this cup of imperial tea, then stood up, came to the door, and began to deduce his boxing skills while asking people to prepare sedan chairs and horses to prepare generals, ready to go to Qingyun City later.

"According to the natural disasters on the fold, the most recent time was that Qingyun City began to suffer from a severe drought at the beginning of spring last year, and the rivers of dozens of miles nearby dried up, the fields dried up, the people were struggling to make a living, and the roads were starving to death."

"From this point of view, if this world is replaced by a world without immortals, then these are natural disasters, which cannot be avoided and cannot be stopped."

"But since there are immortals in this world, then they will definitely be able to stop these people from making a living."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhou put away the moves in his hand and looked up at the blue sky.

"But now, these immortals have turned a blind eye and haven't seen them at all, just like the people of Qingyun City have offended their immortal family, or they are all concerned about the affairs of the dragon descending Arhats, and they don't have time to worry about these idle things."

"Of course, if I can find these immortals who manage the 'earth, fire, water, and wind' and ask them, I will blame them for being negligent in their duties. Then these immortals will definitely say a word about the great drought, saying that 'there is a certain number in the dark', and then they can deduce all these things to the past."

Zhao Zhou thought about it, and knew that he didn't have any 'identity' before, and he couldn't represent the 'common people in the human world' on the surface, so no matter how he said to those immortals, he couldn't control it.

But now, as the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, he is in charge of the people's livelihood in the state capitals, so he is fully qualified to represent the 'common people in the human world' and ask the gods of the heavenly realm why he doesn't give his people rain!

And Zhao Zhou also read this, so he felt as if he represented the 'righteousness of the common people', and as a prime minister who was not afraid of the power of heaven, he was now going to find and ask the immortals of the heavenly realm!

Especially when all the calculations are settled.

When Zhao Zhou waited until around noon, he saw that there were hundreds of good players in his mansion, so he collected his fists, got on the horse outside the mansion, and went to the 'Qingyun City', which had been in drought for a year. ’

Then find the 'Immortal Temple' in this city, and 'invite' those immortals to come down, so that they can see the 'evidence of drought' in Qingyun City!" ’

This is the fact that there are all human and material evidence, and there must always be an explanation.

And the strength of the martial artists of the Southern Song Dynasty in this world, the highest realm, is only about the grandmaster or the Jindan realm.

Happened.

Under the systematic arrangement, Zhao Zhou is the number one master in the Southern Song Dynasty, not only as a grandmaster and martial artist, but also as a Taoist Jindan!

Especially from here, it can also be seen that the system is still more considerate of itself, and does not leak too much of its own strength in the 'memory' of the people of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Otherwise, everything will be leaked out, and the whole world will know that he is a 'god', so what kind of energy will he show!

But don't talk about these trivia.

Zhao Zhou said goodbye to the imperial capital on the same day, and took a hundred horsemen to hurry for a few days, and at noon on the first day ten days later, he passed thousands of miles away, and passed by a dry field and river for several miles, and finally came to Qingyun City.

It's just that at this time, no one walked in front of the city, and even the soldiers guarding the gate were only two and a half leaning on the edge of the city gate, avoiding the noon sun, while looking listless, kicking the dry dirt road under their feet, and chatting about some trivial matters of 'when the rain will come'.

Behind them were empty streets, and a few houses were cracked and collapsed, giving the city a ruined appearance.

For a while, there was no extra noise in front of the city gate except for the sound of the hooves of the hundred horses on Zhao Zhou's side, and it seemed a little different kind of silence, like an 'empty city'. ’

This is also the fact that the city has been dry for more than a year, which has caused the traders who come and go to this city to and from the city have long been mapped, and they no longer go here to trade.

Unless it is a wealthy merchant or everyone who has no children and wants to succeed here, he will come here and exchange some grain for a few children.

Not only that, during the great drought, there were also many people who endured the sadness of 'leaving their hometowns' and went to other cities to make a living.

But now.

Zhao Zhou and his entourage came on a horse with a hundred horses, and the two goalkeepers suddenly sobered up, holding the spear in their hands in a panic, wanting to aim at Zhao Zhou and the others, asking them why they are here and who they are. ’

"Bold!" But with a burst of cheers.

An iron-clad strong man behind Zhao Zhou took a few steps forward, looked at the two soldiers in front of the door and glared angrily: "You belong to He Mansion and He Ya, you dare to point at the current prime minister with a blade!"

"Prime Minister?!" When the two soldiers heard the word prime minister, they looked at Zhao Zhou, who was dressed in white, and the hundred horsemen of the ironclad war horse behind him, suddenly stood more straight, and subconsciously wanted to bow.

Because they were really frightened by the strong man just now, they felt that it was really 'the prime minister is coming!' ’

However, when Zhao Zhou heard this, he didn't say much, so he took a hundred horses into the city, wanting to look around, and then find out where the immortal temple was, and see if he could invite the immortal down.

But.

It's noon, and it's time to eat.

As Zhao Zhou walked up a few empty streets with a hundred horses, he saw that at the corner in front of him, there were voices such as 'don't crowd, everyone has it' and so on, it should be someone who is 'doing good deeds and giving porridge', or people from the imperial court distributing 'emergency food' here. ’

For all the men at the gate of the city had come here to receive food. When the hundred horsemen saw this scene, they also knew why there was so silence at the city gate, and their feelings were waiting in line to eat.

In particular, there are four 'porridge stalls' like this in the city, standing in the four corners of the south, east, west, and north, so as to ensure that the people who are still in the city today basically have something to eat.

But when Zhao Zhou saw this scene, he rode his horse and stepped over, and under the escort of the hundred horsemen, he avoided the hungry crowd in line and came to the gruel stall.

"Come on.. You.." At this time, several strong men dressed as officers and soldiers in front of the stall, after finding that the crowd was suddenly silent, also looked up at Zhao Zhou and other hundred horsemen.

'What is this?' Among them, there was also a middle-aged man wearing the prefect's robe, who saw that Zhao Zhou and the others seemed to be 'menacing', so he muttered a few breaths, stepped forward and waved his hand and asked: "Dare to ask a few generals, are you passing by here and coming here to drink porridge?"

"Can this gruel be full?"

When Zhao Zhou heard the prefect's inquiry, he got off the horse, picked up the soup spoon in the pot, stirred the star bean grains in the pot, and looked at the prefect who still had a faint greasy smell on his body, "The disaster relief grain that the imperial court allocated a month ago is all air-dried cattle and sheep, as if there are more than this star rice grains." ”

"You are?" When the prefect saw that Zhao Zhou seemed to be about to talk about disaster relief, he also dispersed the kindness on his face, and took on the appearance of an official master, wanting to find out Zhao Zhou's doorway.

In other words, if he hadn't seen Zhao Zhou with a hundred horsemen, he would have asked Zhao Zhou to be dragged down, so as not to be found out about his corruption of grain and grass.

It's just that before he could think about it so much, the iron-clad strong man behind Zhao Zhou took a step forward and said, "Bold, the little prefect dares to be disrespectful to the prime minister?!"

"Prime Minister?" The prefect was also like the two soldiers next to the city gate, and when he heard the word prime minister, he was stunned for a moment.

Especially later, he saw the strong man take out a piece of the waist card of the head of the imperial palace, and took a closer look at Zhao Zhou's appearance, I don't know what he thought, it was a spirit, and hurriedly saluted: "Li He, the prefect of Qingyun City, has seen the prime minister!"

"Meet the Prime Minister!" The crowd nearby, along with the officers and soldiers in front of the stall, and a middle-aged man with the same ruddy complexion, heard that the man in white shirt in front of the stall was the prime minister, and when he saw Governor Li's head bowed, they also knelt down one after another.

"Everyone, please." Zhao Zhou turned around and said a word, and saw the people slowly supporting each other, before turning around and pointing to the gruel in the pot, and looked at the prefect who was a little cold sweat on his forehead after getting up.

"The prime minister asked how much grain and grass there was in the imperial court, and whether it was not enough, so that the prefect mixed it with thin water and rice grains to boil it into a gruel that was not enough for food and clothing." Zhao Zhouyan said here, let his subordinates take the soup spoons of those officers and soldiers first, distribute rice porridge to the people, and take the first place to feed the hunger.

"Back to Prime Minister! The whole city has to be fed, and the court doesn't have enough to eat." The prefect was crying, but when he saw Zhao Zhou's expressionless face, he immediately said: "But the grain and grass have been personally escorted by Lord Qincha two days ago!"

When the prefect said this, the middle-aged man next to him took two steps forward at this time, saluted Zhao Zhou again, and picked up the prefect's words just now,

What Governor Li said was exact. Now the grain and grass are all in the grain depot, and when the amount is counted and the accounts are aligned, the meat porridge can be given every three days, and every seven days.

"Save people and save emergencies, what kind of accounts." Zhao Zhou glanced back at the people in line, and saw that the thin children were looking at him with blank eyes, so he didn't wait for Qin to say more, so he interrupted and said to the two of them: "Order the two of you, immediately open the warehouse door, put the grain, and distribute it to the people in the city."

Zhao Zhou's words fell, and in the cheers of the people, he prepared to leave this place, and then looked for the immortal temple.

But at this time, the Lord Qincha thought about it in the 'eyes' of Governor Li, and took two steps forward with some embarrassment, and whispered to Zhao Zhou: "Lord Prime Minister... This Li Zhifu is the nephew of Li Wangye, is it to leave some for him? I'll look at that.."

"Leave some? Lord Li? Zhao Zhou glanced at Qin Cha, who was whispering next to him, "Do you say it again?" ”

"Cheng. Prime Minister.." Qin Cha was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly knelt down.

"Prime Minister, Prince Li once said.." After the prefect saw that the current prime minister was determined to release grain, he was a thief and wanted to delay it a little longer, so that his uncle could send a letter and be accommodating.

But when Zhao Zhou heard the prefect's words, he took out his prime minister's token and looked at the prefect, "Put grain." ”

"Cheng. Yes.." The prefect saw that the prime minister of the dynasty didn't care that he was the 'prince' in the same dynasty as his uncle, but after moving the real character, he was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt on the ground, and waved his hand to let his subordinates hurry up and open the warehouse to release grain.

"The people were afflicted. The prefect can fill his pockets. ”

Zhao Zhou saw that the prefect had come down, and set another rule, and admonished: "And tomorrow at this time, the prime minister will personally go to the granary to inspect." If you see a pound of grain and grass left in the granary, you will be a first-class official. If he left two catties, he was fined for three years, and the official fell to the third level. If it is more than five catties, you will write a resignation to the court, or directly hand it over to the prime minister, and the prime minister has full discretion. ”

Zhao Zhou said, and then looked at Qin Cha, who was kneeling next to him and didn't dare to move, and said: "And this matter of releasing grain, embarrassing you with Prime Minister Ben, you can tell Prince Li." Prime Minister Ben wants to see if Prince Li thinks that his prince's seat is hot, and wants to go to the exile camp with you and others. ”

Zhao Zhou's words fell, and he didn't care that the prefect and the inspector kowtowed again, and shouted 'don't dare', so he took the hundred soldiers beside him, and continued to walk towards the 'Yushi Temple' in the north of the city amid the cheers of the people.

And the distance between this rain master temple and this place is only a few hundred meters away.

Along the way, Zhao Zhou passed by the stone houses on both sides, and asked Baiqi to use the dry food he carried to give to the thin begging old men on both sides of the street, and finally stopped and came to a 'rain master temple'.

But at a glance.

Although the city was in ruins, there were many hungry people who collapsed in the streets.

But this temple was cleaned and cleaned, and there were several stacks of steamed buns in front of the statue of the rain master, as well as some wine and food.

And that's not all.

There are also several elite soldiers guarding the temple, because they are afraid that some people will be hungry and crazy, and they will grab the 'offering' from the gods. ’

But.

Governor Li's mansion was greedy and greedy, and the officers and soldiers under his command had big shoulders and round waists, and they had martial arts and weapons on their bodies, as long as the hungry people who came to grab the offerings, all of them were driven out by these officers and soldiers, which was enough to ensure the safety of the offerings.

Or rather, yes.

Many hungry people also know whether the drought can be lifted, it depends on whether this 'rain master fairy' can help or not, and then the people who can stay in the city now are really unwilling to leave their hometown, and they all know what 'righteousness' is, let alone really take things from the gods.

"This person can't eat enough, but this fairy is full of fragrant food." Zhao Zhou came to the temple, looked at the worship in front of the statue a few times, and without waiting for those officers and soldiers to ask, he asked the hundred horsemen to beat them out.

And to be honest.

Before Zhao Zhou came here, he felt that he represented the righteousness, and wanted to use the disaster of the great drought to let these immortals see their sins. ’

But nowadays.

Zhao Zhouzhen saw that this wilderness was more than ten miles, and most of the people in the city were living in the house in a daze, waiting for the court's daily emergency gruel, and he was indeed unhappy in his heart.

At least, if this is in your own world, how can there be such a twilight appearance?

This is clearly a god in the sky, and he really regards all living beings as ants!

Especially at this time.

Zhao Zhou glanced back at the dilapidated statue in the city, wailed, and looked at the statue of the rain master wafting a trace of incense, and found that the people in the city may be praying for God to rain, so that the incense around the statue is like incense smoke, drifting towards the sky.

It can be seen that these immortals still know about the drought in Qingyun City, but none of the immortals have come to meddle in this matter!

"Take people to worship, don't do personnel. So what is the use of this incense? ”

Zhao Zhou walked to the statue of the rain master, opened his mouth and inhaled, only to see the incense and green smoke wafting from the statue, and he was all inhaled into his mouth and nose.

At the same time, the stone statue also suddenly opened its eyes at this time, revealing the blue and white stone beads, the 'rustling' mouth opened and closed, and the roar like a waterfall 'whoosh' spread throughout Qingyun City.

"Who dares to take the incense of this god?"

"Zhao Zhou, Prime Minister of the Southern Song Dynasty." Zhao Zhou said, "sonorous", pulled out the treasure knife of the hundred horsemen on his side, and directly split the idol of the rain master into two, and 'dong dong' rolled down on the bluestone in the hall.

When Zhao Zhou saw this, he looked at the half-cut head of the god on the ground that was still staring at him.

"Have you ever remembered Zhao Zhou's name?"

Zhao Zhou's words fell, and he stepped on the head of the rain master under his feet, turning it into dust, and he didn't see it at all.

This is also the way Zhao Zhou wants to lure the rain master over, which is very simple.

As long as he cuts off his incense and destroys his idol, then as long as he is an immortal with a little ability, he will never die with himself! Surely the Nether will seek revenge!