The old man took the water handed by Ziwei with great gratitude, put the pill in his mouth, took a sip of water from the cup, and swallowed the pill, he felt that the pill was very effective, the symptoms of headache and brain stuffiness were relieved, and he felt much more comfortable. (Biqu Pavilion).

He got up and bowed down to Hunt Qi, who turned to the side and helped him up: "The old man doesn't have to be polite. ”

The old man still insisted on thanking him: "Childe has good medical skills, I feel much better after drinking the medicine you gave, the old man thanks Childe for his help, Childe, you are really a bodhisattva." ”

Jia Qi smiled gently: "Why should the old man say thank you for the effort?" ”

He turned around and looked at Ziwei carefully, and saluted again: "Childe, you are really a sincere person, you said that you would come to Liancheng to help us, and sure enough, you came at the moment when we were in the most trouble." This year, the drought in Liancheng is severe, many villages are not harvested, and the people are unable to live. I didn't expect that we would be short of food and clothing, and we really couldn't get through it. ”

Ziwei looked at the deserted street, her heart was like a knife, the shops in the town were closed due to the shortage of goods, and only a few sporadic shops were open, only open for a few hours, and they had to be closed anytime and anywhere.

Ziwei set up a shed in the west of the city to give porridge, and the popularity on the streets of the west of the city began to increase, many refugees with yellow faces and thin muscles were begging, and there were pedestrians with vegetable faces in a hurry, they rushed here to grab the last pot of porridge, there were more and more refugees, and the food they brought today has run out.

Xiang Yang took a few guards back to the inn where they were staying, and then went to carry a few bags of grain to relieve their urgent needs.

Jia Qi once introduced the disaster situation here to her on the way, but she didn't expect the disaster to be more serious than she imagined, and she couldn't help but have a question in her heart: "The local government should report the disaster situation of Liancheng to the imperial court, the imperial court has pulled down a lot of food for disaster relief, and the government should distribute this food to the victims to alleviate the disaster, how can so many people starve to death." ”

A refugee told her: "The city lord of Liancheng is Huo Ying, he is a relative of Nanning's husband Huo Ming, he, the city lord, has no ability, only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, never cares about the life and death of the people, and will only find the people to forcibly levy and demand, which makes the people's resentment boiling, and the people can't live." ”

A man with a vegetable-looking face stood in the crowd and confirmed his words, he lamented: "In our Wangjia Village, hundreds of families, the dead are dying, those who have fled, even the village chief has gone to flee, and the dozens of families left behind, every family is complaining anymore, and they can't live anymore, and the yamen also sends people to the door to collect food, and the government does this, isn't it forcing the people to rebel." ”

"With so many people starving to death, is it true that the government has turned a blind eye and heard it."

"Humph! Officials and officials, we have never seen a tael of silver allocated by the court, nor have we seen the life-saving food of the court for disaster relief, our Huojia Village is full of hunger, and the living people have to step over the corpses, the government turns a blind eye to these, and sends officials to the village every day to urge food, asking every household to hand over five loads of grain, where do we hand it over, forcing us to sell our sons and daughters, and we can't live, so we flee here. ”

"Folks, don't worry, you have to believe in the imperial court, the imperial court will definitely help you tide over the difficulties, between the serious disaster here, the emperor is sage, for the sake of the people: there is no tax in the city." Ziwei got up, and told them with a sad face and a straight face, reassuring their hearts.

"It's great that there are no taxes in the city."

"Long live the emperor, the emperor is shengming."

"Childe is our lucky star, we pin all our hopes on Childe, and Childe will definitely help us get through the difficulties."

These refugees have stood up to thank Ziwei, entrusted them with hope, with hope for life, people have rushed to tell each other: Liancheng has no taxes. Gradually, the refugees left the porridge shack.

After they were gone, the guards hurried to clean the stove and cauldron and prepare the next meal to make porridge.

After a busy day, a wave of tiredness hit her, and Jia Qi gently persuaded her: "The county lord is a little more leisurely now, you hurry back to the inn to rest, and continue to give porridge at night." ”

"County Lord, go and rest, we are here, don't worry. Qi Gongzi, you take the county lord down, and I will be responsible for the porridge shed. Xiang Yang stayed aside, listening to the refugees complain to Ziwei. Seeing that the refugee was gone, knowing that she was tired, he urged Ziwei to rest earlier.

Hunt Qi took Ziwei to the inn to rest.

In this way, Ziwei and Jia Qi go out early and return late every day.

In the morning, when the rooster crows three times, she gets up and goes to the porridge shed to be busy, and in the evening, when night falls, she returns to the inn to rest, and sometimes she is so tired that she doesn't need to eat dinner, and falls asleep when she falls asleep.

For more than ten days in a row, I didn't see anyone from the government come over to ask who was giving porridge here. I didn't see the government send people to set up sheds in other places to give porridge, and basically no one in the government cared about disaster relief.

Since Ziwei told the people in front of the people: "The emperor is sage, and there is no tax in the city." The people of the city wept with joy. This is a great joy, people rushed to tell each other at the same time, and reasoned with the people of the government.

Some errand people didn't believe it, so they told them Ziwei's words confidently, and they left the people's homes suspiciously, and left without receiving a grain of grain, such a thing is still rare in Liancheng.

The people drove away these officials who did not think about the people, and looked at their gray backs, and the people applauded.

Some people who did good things ran to the porridge shed in a hurry and told Ziwei about the things that happened in their village, and they all became grateful to her, thinking that it was Ziwei who brought the gospel: there is no tax in the city.

The sound of "no tax in Liancheng" exploded like a spring thunder in Liancheng, and Ziwei became a living bodhisattva in the hearts of the people and was respected by people.

With a flick of her fingers, the days passed quickly, and when the soup porridge reached the eleventh day, the sky was just bright, Ziwei couldn't sleep, she turned over and got out of bed, put on her clothes, and came to Hunt Qi's bed, and saw a pair of black eyes showing a gentle expression: "The county lord is still early, sleep more." With Xiangyang taking care of it, you don't have to go so early. ”

"Hey, I'm not sure, I can't sleep. It's better to check it out sooner. ”

Hunt Qi got up and put on a robe and followed Ziwei out of the inn. Out of the inn, along the avenue until I walked to the porridge shack, I saw several guards making a fire and preparing to boil porridge, she pressed a stone in her heart and fell to the ground, and today she can give porridge again.

There was a sound of chopping wood from outside the porridge shed, and Ziwei walked over. I saw Xiang Yang's sleeves rolled high, chopping wood with an axe,

Seeing Ziwei coming over, his face elongated in an instant, and he whispered: "County Lord, Master Qi, the food we brought is not much, it is only enough for four days, and we may run out of food and cooking." ”

Hunt Qi's black eyes were shining, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and suddenly, he remembered a sentence from the prince, the most poisonous plan: "There is nothing more than cutting off food and cooking." ”

What will be the ........ after it is broken!

It's a slap in the face: digging one's own grave.

Rolling back to the capital with his tail between his legs, he cried to the emperor that the disaster in Liancheng was serious, and people were unable to return to heaven, so he asked the emperor to send ministers to Liancheng to understand the disaster situation and find a way to relieve the disaster.

A steady stream of disaster relief materials and disaster relief silver were transported from the capital to Liancheng, watching the trucks drive into Liancheng one by one, the big rats hid and stole fun, quietly making holes in the grain stomping, stealing food. Damaging the public and private interests, enriching private pockets, and embezzling food and materials for disaster relief.

Hunt Qi held a fan in his hand, looked at the road in front of him, after walking this road, and then turned a corner, it was the yamen, until now he didn't see the people from the government coming, and asked: "There is a problem here." The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and he thought thoughtfully.

A complaining voice whispered in Hunt Qi's ear, interrupting his thoughts: "What should I do?" If the official doesn't make decisions for the people, it's better to go back and sell sweet potatoes, this group of dumb officials, what kind of medicine did you buy in the gourd? Ziwei opened her small mouth and yawned and cursed.

She was so tired that her back hurt, and she didn't sleep well last night, so she got up and came here, and she was upset when she heard this upset sentence early in the morning.

"Don't worry, there will be a way." A new plan was formed in Hunting's mind.

Ziwei approached Hunt Qi's side and frowned: "Hunt Qi, I suspect that there are ghosts here, and there are big rats, and the ghosts instigated the big rats to steal the food of the imperial court for disaster relief, so that the disaster has not been alleviated, but has caused the spread of the disaster, which has spread to Linxian County, and now it is out of control." You go and find out who the big rat is, catch it and punish it severely. ”

"Makes sense." Hunt Qi nodded at her with an approving gaze, and he searched through the crowd, finding the chief guard from the clothes of the little guys, and nodding at him: "You come here." ”

The chief of the guard had a bib tied around his waist, and he was holding a copper basin in his hand, and he was about to go to the burlap bag to fill rice, when he heard Qi Gongzi calling him, he immediately put down the copper basin in his hand and came to Hunt Qi: "Qi Gongzi, what do you command?" ”

Hunt Qi whispered a few words to him, he untied his bib, put it on the stove, and disappeared.

As soon as the chief guard left, two people swaggered over from the street, they were well-dressed, a fat-headed and big-eared man was wearing an official uniform, and a person wearing a regular uniform followed, he shouted at the pedestrians on the street in an official tone: "Go away, go away, don't bump into the adult, bump into the adult, which is to bump into the adult, only you ask, take you to see the official." ”

Fear flashed on the faces of the pedestrians, and they whispered behind their backs: "Look, the fat head and big ears that the city lord eats, the oily head and noodles raised by the master, we are so hungry that our chests are close to our backs, they don't make decisions for the people, but they run rampant everywhere, treating the people as untouchables, what kind of world is this." ”