A drought has touched the hearts of many people. In the capital, the emperor led the prince and princess to perform a rituals to ask for rain, and said in the edict of sinking: "The disaster is also the punishment of heaven...... The foundation of all disasters is born from the loss of the country". The emperor has always been benevolent, and he believes that the occurrence of natural disasters such as drought is a mistake in the current government. The emperor prayed for rain on the Temple of Heaven, and the queen took the initiative to propose that the husband and wife should be one and the same heart, and the palace would reduce food and vegetables.

When the news reached Lin Guifei's ears, Lin Guifei scoffed, isn't it just a lack of food, so let the elder brother of Jiangnan Province send more food to Beijing this year, it is worth reducing the meal? Scold. Who is a woman who is false and pretentious?

Go, tell the queen, saying that our Yanqing Palace will reduce the use and reduce the number of palace people. Yan Hong, you don't need me to teach you the rest.

Rest assured, the slave and maid will easily send away all the disgusting eyes in the palace, so as not to annoy the mother.

Hmph, it's good to understand.

It is often said that the autumn wind is bleak, and the autumn rain is cool for a while. However, the high temperature in Dongzhou City continued, and the wind blew at night with a little heat, Zhao Xibao accompanied Feng Yelei to feed the mosquitoes, and she saw that his mood was getting lower and lower. "Stinky boy, can we go back? Look at the back of my hand, it's almost swollen. ”

Feng Yelei glared at her, "Stupid woman, don't you want to know who that person is?" Zhao Xibao nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, I do want to know." What is the relationship between the old village owner and the history of the thorn. ”

Feng Yelei grabbed the wild grass under his palm, even if he was strangled to pain, he couldn't wait to uproot it. "Wu Neng, Dongzhou Thorn History, ancestral home in Changzhou, Jiangnan, once served as the county magistrate of Hexian County, Dongzhou, and lived in Fengcui Mountain for a long time. Later, because of his rigorous judgment of the case and his integrity as an official, he was appreciated by the saint and promoted to the governor of Dongzhou, and then settled in Dongzhou City. ”

According to records, there was a situation of rebellion in Luyang County, which is adjacent to Hexian County. The original Luyang County died in the suppression of bandits due to the county order, and the local area lost the principal, and for a time the evil bandits plundered, and Luyang County was in chaos. Fortunately, after learning of the situation, the county magistrate of Hexian County made a timely decision and ordered to support Luyang County to arrest the thieves, and at the same time killed several hooligans who took the lead in robbery in public, which calmed down the chaos.

Zhao Xibao deliberately teased him, "That can't be explained, the relationship between the cottage and the history of the assassin is deep." ”

Feng Yelei gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "You are the stupidest one I have ever seen. Since he was born from the suppression of bandits, and he was a villain who would repay him, how could he let the mountain bandits disturb his former residence. What's more, no one is more familiar with Fengcui Mountain than him. ”

Zhao Xibao said: "Who is the old village owner, how could you be in such a bad mood when you see him." Feng Yelei let go of the wild grass and lowered his head, so that people couldn't see his appearance clearly. Zhao Xibao saw his shoulders shrugging slightly, obviously so sad that he couldn't restrain himself, but he could only cry muffledly. Zhao Xibao moved, sat beside him, and put his arm around his shoulders. Even if he is deep and gloomy, even if he is old-fashioned, he is still a half-old child.

When she was ten years old, she was still coquettish in her brother's arms, but he had already suffered all the suffering in the world. Zhao Xibao still remembers that that day, she took him to go shopping and inspect, a plaque suddenly fell, and Xicheng behind her pushed her hard, she didn't have time to react at the time, and the first time was to protect him under her. Although the plaque did not hurt anyone, from that day on, Xiao Zhengtai's attitude towards her was completely different from before. It's about thanking myself for protecting him at a critical moment.

Feng Yelei gradually calmed down, and said in a hoarse voice: "That person, I have seen, is the old servant of the housekeeper of the assassin history. At the beginning of that year, when they arrived in Dongzhou City, the master and servant depended on each other. Please go back and tell the noble man this news. He will surely be able to find out the truth behind it. ”

Zhao Xibao didn't have time to care about whether what he said was true or false, and he didn't want to think about it deeply, why the stinky boy could know so many secrets, perhaps, the existence of the stinky boy himself was a secret. She felt sorry for him at a young age, endured humiliation, and had words of suffering.

The sun is still shining in Dongzhou City every day, and the temperature outside is still high. Go out and stand for a while, and you'll be sweating. Zhao Xibao accompanied Feng Yelei outside last night and fed the mosquitoes all night. When I get up in the morning, no, I can't get up at all. When I woke up at noon, I found that Chu Qinzhi didn't go out to deal with official business today, and he had time to read at home. Zhao Xibao remembered that he fell asleep on the bed yesterday because he was too sleepy, and did not relay Feng Yelei's words to Chu Qinzhi, so he quickly got up.

Before Chu Qinzhi could raise his head, the book in his hand was suddenly withdrawn, and he saw a little lion with messy hair and sleeping. He pursed his lips and smiled, "Madam, if you have anything to say later, go wash up first." For a husband, today's time is all a lady's. There is no hurry. Zhao Xibao realized what kind of image he was now, and with a sigh, he went into the inner room to wash.

Chu Qinzhi shook his head dotingly, and asked Xicheng to bring the boiled longan golden silk jujube sweet porridge. Mrs. used to drink two sips of sweet soup after waking up from snooze, and did not like to eat salty food. But a few mouthfuls of sweet soup for breakfast are not enough, so even if he has a lot of things to deal with, it is not as important as staring at his wife for breakfast.

Since Mrs. married him, she would be polite and polite at first, and she would be easy to pretend to be a famous lady. Later, after figuring out his temperament, he became more and more lively, and he sprinkled joy every day. In Xiao Taozi's words, her young lady regards Ning Wangfu as her home more and more, and she can make a fuss as much as she wants, and she can pretend as much as she wants.

Zhao Xibao quickly cleaned himself up, and while drinking porridge, he said, "Do you know, where did I go yesterday?" Chu Qinzhi wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, "Drink slowly, no one will rob you." ”

Zhao Xibao glared at him, "Lord Wang, don't interrupt, let me finish." Chu Qinzhi looked at her with a smile, "Madam, who were you with last night?" ”

Zhao Xibao had a big appetite and ate a piece of osmanthus sweet cake, "Yesterday, I was with the stinky boy, you see, you see, here, here, and here, all of them are mosquito bitten bags." Zhao Xibao rolled up his sleeves and pointed to him the red dot that had been bitten, like a child who lost a fight and went home to cry to his parents that he was bullied.

Zhao Xibao sniffed, raised his arm and sniffed, "Hey, how can I have the smell of comfrey paste on my hands?" Little Peach, when did you paint it for me? Zhao Xibao put down his sleeves, and Little Peach just came in and heard her words. Miss, I slept so well last night, I didn't do it, don't rely on me. ”

Chu Qinzhi gave her a small half bowl of sweet porridge, she slept very unsteadily last night, and would scratch a few times from time to time, he got up and lit the lamp to see that there were a lot of mosquito bite red envelopes on her snow arms, which were extremely conspicuous. There are also quite a few on the legs. He was afraid that she would not sleep well, so he got up and applied the comfrey paste little by little.

Comfrey paste was prepared by him, and it was inconvenient to carry it around. In the morning, when she was sleeping, she specially configured a mosquito repellent sachet, which added atractylodes, calamus, Huoxiang, peilan, cloves, mugwort leaves, and tangerine peel, all of which she could accept. If it is the fragrance of the material chosen, she can't accept it, and she will definitely smile and accept it, and turn her head to let the little peach press the bottom of the box.

Zhao Xibao coquettishly blew a rainbow fart: "The prince is too good to me, the prince is the best prince in the world." Chu Qinzhi pinched her fleshy little face, "You know how to coax people, little liar." Zhao Xibao finished eating quickly, she always remembered what Feng Yelei explained yesterday. Lord Wang, the old village owner is the old housekeeper of the assassin history. I always thought that the cottage just had to obey the orders of the government, afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by the government, but I didn't expect it to be built by the assassin Shi single-handedly. I just don't understand, what is the reason for what he did? ”

Chu Qinzhi was not surprised, and seemed to have known about this situation early on. He deliberately guided Zhao Xibao to use his brain to think, "Since, it is rumored that he is a cowardly and incompetent puppet, then why did he build a cottage?" Zhao Xibao thought along his train of thought, "That's right, in order to make their political achievements beautiful, the officials expelled the victims from the city and left them to fend for themselves. ”

Chu Qinzhi continued to guide her, "His income is not enough to support the food of a large number of disaster victims, since he has no ability to feed the disaster victims, how can the disaster victims survive when it was first established? Zhao Xibao remembered that the guards who held them had said that the cottage had not made them hungry for a day. In this case, it proves that the cottage had food in the first place, so where did the food come from?

By robbing the rich, no, when dealing with the rice merchants, they did not find out that the rice grain of the rice merchants was robbed. And most of the rice merchants stockpiled a large amount of rice grain in the early stage of the drought. Most of the rice in the rice warehouse is spring grain harvested before the drought. The invisible rule of the rice industry is that the rice warehouse should be kept at least half or full, so as to meet the rice grain demand of the market in a timely manner.

The rice is fat and the corn is white, and the public and private warehouses are abundant. The storage of grain is also an important means to prevent grain prices from rising and falling, not only as a folk practice, but also in successive dynasties and dynasties, many granaries have been set up, such as Ao Cang, Jingshi Cang, Taicang, Changping and so on. It is mainly used to buy at a higher price in a good year, and then sell at a low price in a disaster year. In the event of a famine, loans can also be provided to compensate for the high food prices caused by the disaster.

The drought situation in Dongzhou City was beyond the control of the imperial court, and half of it was due to the incompetence of the officials, who drove the victims out of the city; The other half is due to the fact that one-third of the food for disaster relief has been burned. According to Chu Qinzhi's investigation, an even more terrifying fact was discovered, in fact, more than one-third of it was burned. It should be said that only a third of the grain remains. If it weren't for Bao'er's help this time, the disaster situation in Dongzhou City would be far beyond everyone's imagination. If he hadn't been worried about Bao'er's safety, he chose to follow her to Dongzhou City in person, and by the time the capital discovered the problem of Dongzhou City, Dongzhou City might have become an empty city.