"Let's go."

Xu Yi's gaze moved away from the gate of Jingzhao Mansion and said softly.

Then slowly drive the horse forward.

"Sixth Master, where are we going?" Zhao Shou drove the horse to follow Xu Yi closely.

Seeing that the direction Xu Yi was walking was not the direction where Zongzheng Temple was located, he asked.

"Out of town."

Xu Yi replied calmly.

Yesterday, the two of them originally planned to go out of the city.

It turned out to be the Wang family's affair.

And now, the second step of taking up the Jingzhao Mansion has been steadily stepped.

It's also time to prepare for the third step.

The two of them and two horses drove slowly on the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

When there are people, the two of them are slower.

When no one is around, the two of them are faster.

It's like that, slowly, slowly, slowly.

The master and servant finally arrived at the gate of Xuanping Gate at about the time (a little after nine o'clock in the morning).

It's a pity that I didn't see the figure of the shopkeeper yesterday.

There are three doorways in Xuanping Gate, each of which is two zhang wide and can accommodate four rails.

It can be seen how magnificent this Xuanping Gate is.

It's a pity that today's Xuanping Gate is exceptionally deserted.

All three doorways are closed.

On the wall of Xuanping Gate, there are even countless soldiers.

The soldiers, each with a sharp blade in their hands, carried a pot full of arrows on their backs.

The soldiers did not move around freely.

All of them were facing the city gate straight.

It was as if they were always on guard against the entry of victims from outside the city.

Just when Xu Yi walked into the city gate.

A black-faced man in iron armor hurriedly trotted down from the city wall.

When he ran two steps in front of Xu Yi, the black-faced man in iron armor stood up sharply.

"The last general, Xuanping Gate, and the guard Rong Pingchuan visited the six princes."

Rong Pingchuan clasped his hands into fists and saluted respectfully.

In today's Chang'an City, the only adult prince who remains in Chang'an City and has not yet settled is the sixth prince Xu Yi.

Dressed in a black python robe and with a young face, who else could this be the sixth prince Xu Yi?

As the guard of Xuanping Gate in Chang'an City, this bit of eyesight is still available in Rong Pingchuan.

"General Rong doesn't need to be polite, this official is here to check the disaster relief situation."

Xu Yi waved his hand slightly, and there was no sense of reminder between his words.

At this moment, he is here as Jing Zhaoyin and the commander-in-chief of disaster relief, not as the sixth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Yes!"

"Lord Jing Zhao Yin, please."

Rong Mingchuan paused slightly, then nodded yes and invited Xu Yi to walk on the city wall.

Between the words, it was extremely natural to change the title from the sixth prince to Lord Jing Zhaoyin.

Xu Yi nodded slightly, signaling Rong Pingchuan to lead the way.

After a while.

Xu Yi stood on the tall city wall.

Looking down from the city walls.

Outside the city wall of Chang'an City is the famous moat.

Unfortunately, the moat at this time was affected by drought and had turned into a huge ditch about nine zhang wide and three zhang deep.

Outside the trenches.

It is a simple porridge shed that stretches out in a row.

Xu Yi's gaze looked beyond the dense porridge shed and looked ahead.

I saw that in front of the porridge shed, it was densely covered with human figures.

The figures were all motionless, making it impossible to tell whether they were dead or alive.

Xu Yi glanced up at the sky.

At this time, it seems to be more than half of the hour (equivalent to ten o'clock in the morning in the later generations.) ）

Ordinary people in this era basically only ate two meals a day.

The first meal was at nine o'clock in the morning, that is, in the afterlife.

The second meal was halfway through the deuteronomy hour, that is, at four o'clock in the afternoon.

There are more than 100,000 victims outside Chang'an alone.

How could the relief of more than 100,000 victims end in half an hour?

"General Rong, is today's relief already over, or has it not yet begun?"

Xu Yi frowned slightly, looked at Rong Pingchuan beside him and asked.

"Back to ..... Back to ......"

Rong Pingchuan hesitated for a moment, and finally replied: "Lord Hui, today's disaster relief has ended. ”

Hearing this, Xu Yi's brows couldn't help frowning a little tighter.

"It's over? It has only been an hour since the beginning of the time. ”

"In one hour, more than 100,000 people have been relieved."

"Which comptoir has done this? So fast? ”

Xu Yi's words became heavier and heavier, and in the end, there were vaguely two or three points of anger.

Disaster relief is easy to say, but it is actually complicated.

Behind the simple word disaster relief is not only the organization and implementation of officials.

There is also the mobilization, organization, and distribution of materials.

One ring after another, interlocking, like a huge and sophisticated machine.

In the whole disaster relief process, it is really not possible to miss one link, and one bad thing is missing.

It is because of the complexity of disaster relief and the variability of human nature.

When there is a problem in one of the upper links, it will drive the lower links like a domino effect.

Eventually, the entire disaster relief will change from relief to a carnival of using the victims as capital to make a fortune.

As Xu Yi sees now.

The soup kitchen was handled by one firm after another.

Sometimes, the proprietors of the firms, and the people behind them.

In order to grab a certain section of the city wall, a certain period of time for disaster relief indicators.

It's really going to great lengths, and for disaster relief, they can even knock out the dog's brains of their competitors.

In the eyes of most businessmen, this disaster relief is naturally also a business.

Doing business and having interests will naturally form an incomparably huge industrial chain.

Once this industrial chain is formed, it will not be so easy to eradicate it.

"Back to ......"

"Back to ..... Back to Jingzhao Yin, the soup kitchen at Xuanchengmen in the past ten days was in charge of the Pingyi Bojia firm. ”

"Today...... Today is the first time that Pingyi's family has given porridge. ”

The anger in Xu Yi's words, how could Rong Pingchuan not hear it.

Because of this, Rong Pingchuan only hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully.

"Uncle Pingyi?" Xu Yi muttered in his heart.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was founded for more than 200 years, and there were naturally many princes and generals.

The gentleman's ze, the fifth and beheaded.

With the slow passage of time, there are princes who will go down, and naturally new princes will come up.

Especially after Emperor Zhengde ascended the throne, there were not a few people who were knighted for their military exploits.

Xu Yi quickly searched for the information of this Pingyi Uncle in his mind.

A moment later.

A slightly chubby face appeared in Xu Yi's mind.

The owner of that face was only eight or nine years old at most, but although he was small, he had unusually determined eyes.

When this child's face appeared in his mind, Xu Yi instantly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Xu Yi turned his head to look at Rong Pingchuan, who was standing respectfully on the side.

Without a trace of emotion, he asked: "Pingyi Boyang Xian'an? ”

Rong Pingchuan arched his hand, nodded and replied: "Lord Zhaoyin of Huijing, it is Yang Xian'an, Bo Yang Xian'an. ”