Do you want to talk to the prince? The eighth master hesitated in his heart. Before, he and the fourth master were busy in the household department, and the prince only cared about the result and did not ask about the details. Therefore, the prince did not know about these data.

With such a drudgery, I have the impression that the prince will not take the initiative to ask for help. Unless it involves some of his interests. The moment the prince stood up in the court, the eighth master already had doubts in his heart.

Along the way, although there was no problem with the prince's attitude, the doubts in his heart never disappeared.

Now that I see the local situation, it is very similar that the silver grain allocated by the imperial court has been intercepted by some people. Is it the collusion of local officials and businessmen? Or does it involve people with deeper backgrounds?

Early the next morning, when the two were having breakfast, the prince said, "Eighth brother, let's go directly to the county government today." ”

"Why?" The eighth master asked subconsciously.

"After secretly visiting so many situations, it is time to hear what the local officials have to say. If there is something to hide, the two compartments will come out as soon as they are compared. The prince said.

"Well, what the second brother said is reasonable." The eighth master did not object, and swallowed the situation he analyzed last night.

The two discussed, and after breakfast, they went straight to the county office.

Knowing that the prince and the eighth master had arrived, he was so frightened that the county commander immediately got up from the bed.

He had a late quarrel with his concubine last night, and he got up late today.

Hurriedly dressed up, washed his face indiscriminately, and ran out.

"Weichen see the prince and the eighth master!"

In the winter, the county magistrate was stunned and sweated. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, thin and with two mustaches. It's black, but a pair of eyes are dripping.

"The county magistrate is so calm." The prince sneered.

The disaster is so serious, the riot has just been suppressed, but this county order can still sleep so peacefully, it's really a big heart.

"Wechen was busy until the second half of the night yesterday, so he slept late." The county magistrate didn't blush and his heart didn't beat when he lied.

But the eighth master and the crown prince all knew that the county magistrate had been closed in the county government for several days, and he had not actively tried to find a way to resettle the affected people at all. Busy until the middle of the night, this kind of talk is really a liar!

"The county commander has a lot of opportunities!" The eighth master smiled faintly on the side.

"Hehe, don't dare, don't dare. Now in special circumstances, as a parent official, it should be, it should be. The prefectural order replied.

The eighth master looked at the smile on his face, and he couldn't wait to punch it! It's really when these princes are so foolish, talking nonsense with their eyes open!

A trace of gloom flashed in the prince's eyes, and his fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, and said, "I came to see the disaster at the behest of Emperor Amma." Yesterday I entered the city, and the situation seems to be quite serious. Tell me how the county magistrate provided disaster relief? ”

This county order was a little nervous at first, but then it became more and more smooth. Especially when I heard that the prince and the eighth master only arrived yesterday, my heart was even more steady.

"Wechen couldn't bear to see the people suffer. It's just that the capacity is limited, and that's only what it can do at the moment. I heard from the prefect that the imperial court quickly allocated silver and grain for disaster relief, thinking that it could alleviate the current situation. ”

After the county order finished speaking, he looked at the prince and the eighth master with a sincere face. Those who don't know really think that he is a good official who is dedicated to the people.

"Lone seems to remember that last year's harvest was good everywhere. You should not be short of food. The prince said. Although he didn't know the specific data, he probably knew it.

"There is no shortage of this." The county commander hurriedly said: "I just didn't expect the disaster to be so serious." Weichen didn't dare to open a warehouse now and put all the grain. After all, the snow is still falling from time to time, and I don't know when it will be a head. Before the imperial court's disaster relief silver grain came down, Weichen could only open a porridge shed first, so that the people would not starve to death. ”

That sounds reasonable.

"Didn't the prefect let you go to receive the silver food for disaster relief? The imperial court has already allocated it. The eighth master said coldly.

"Huh? Nope! The county commander looked stunned and said, "I haven't heard that the silver grain for disaster relief has arrived!" The folds we delivered to the imperial court shouldn't have arrived so soon. ”

His expression did not seem to be fake, so that people couldn't tell the real from the fake for a while.

But when I think about what he just said, I can't believe it.

"Take Gu to see your granary here." Prince Road.

"Okay, okay." The county commander nodded again and again, leading the way very diligently, but he was not afraid of being looked at at all.

The crown prince and the eighth master exchanged a look, and both followed.

There is indeed not much grain in the granary, and two places are empty.

"That's all there is to it?" The eighth master asked.

"That's all. Wechen doesn't know how long it can last. The prefectural order replied.

"You can't open a warehouse to release grain, and you should also find a way to resettle the homeless victims. Some houses are not much damaged, so they can be repaired and used first. On this cold day, it is easy to freeze to death if you sleep on the streets. The eighth master frowned.

"Wechen really tried his best. The county government really has no money. The county commander said with a bitter face: "No, the prince and the eighth master can read the account book!" ”

"Okay, then take a look at it." Prince Road.

The eighth master knew that the account book couldn't see anything. But when the prince said it, he naturally wouldn't refute it.

Sure enough, the ledger was beautifully done without any problems. The prince pursed his lips, silently not knowing what he was thinking.

"I don't know where the prince and the eighth master are resting? Otherwise, Weichen will arrange it. The county magistrate said with a flattering smile.

"No, you don't." The eighth master directly refused.

The prince glanced at the eighth master at this time, and he did not object.

"Then let's arrange the lunch." The prefectural order is also said.

The prince looked at the sky and nodded, "It's okay." ”

"Then the prince and the eighth master will sit first, and Weichen will go down to make arrangements." Prefectural Order.

"Go ahead." The prince looked down at the ledger again, but did not raise his head.

When he left, the eighth master said, "Second brother, it's time for us to explore the situation of the big grain merchants in the city." ”

"Do you suspect that the grain in the official warehouse has been transferred?" The prince asked.

"I don't rule it out." Eight Masters said.

"A small county order, can have such a big guts?" The prince was skeptical and said, "If you want to say that a prefect is like this, I think it is possible." ”

"What if someone from above instructs it?" The eighth master stared at the prince's eyes and said: "From top to bottom, layers of collusion and exploitation will naturally disappear in the hands of the people." Second brother, don't forget, just now the county decree said that he had not heard the news that the imperial court's disaster relief silver and grain had been allocated. ”

The prince turned his head to look at the gloomy sky outside, and said, "It's too early to draw conclusions at this time. Looking at the grain merchants in the city, they did not raise the price of grain. To transfer official rations, there must always be a plan. Is it to put the grain up and get moldy? ”

"What does the second brother mean?" Eight Masters said.

"Let's go to the prefect's yamen tomorrow and see the situation." Prince Road.

"It's okay, it's all up to the second brother's arrangement." The eighth master nodded, but an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.