Zhao Wujiang returned to his house.

There are so many thoughts in my head.

Wang Yifang has been waiting for him? When did this happen? What kind of fire? Guardians? Is it Datang who is guarding?

Why did Yang Bingen and the others die? Is it true?

What happened to me?

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A mechanical voice sounded abruptly in his head, and Zhao Wujiang turned over and sat up.

......

The relief food and grass came half a day earlier than expected.

In the afternoon of the next day, the grain and grass had already arrived at the Observation Mansion.

Mountains of grain are piled up outside the house.

The governors of the three major states rubbed their hands excitedly and kept circling around the grain and grass.

Just a simple record, the grain and grass will be distributed in the disaster area, and it must reach the victims as soon as possible.

Zhao Wujiang came out of the mansion, and the three governors immediately surrounded him, constantly bowing to Zhao Wujiang, looking excited and thankful.

How many people will be relieved by these piles of grain and grass? Zhao Wujiang was simply the savior in their hearts, and they were ashamed when they thought of their own difficulties at the dinner table yesterday.

"Go, go back to the states." Zhao Wujiang waved his hand:

"Everyone has worked hard, but now is a critical time, don't take it lightly, and take care of the disaster relief. If the grain and grass are not enough, tell the official again, and the official will find a way! ”

The governors rode their horses away, and Zhao Wujiang returned to his house and counted the grain and grass with Yang Bingen.

......

Meanwhile.

The tens of thousands of troops of the Tang Dynasty to the west were officially assembled.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Yonghui, the sixty-four-year-old Su Dingfang and the sixty-eight-year-old Cheng Yanjin led the troops to kill the Western Turks.

Wang Yifang's mansion.

"I'm not happy grandpa, are you going too?" Xiao Miaomiao looked at the ninth uncle of the Wang family with her eyes.

Jiu Bo hugged Xiao Miao Miao and said with a smile:

"What? That day, he said to Miao Miao that if the old man died, Miao Miao would be able to eat the feast, wasn't Miao Miao looking forward to it at that time? ”

"But the master told Miao Miao that if he died, he would never see him again! Miao Miao didn't want to be unhappy that her grandfather died. ”

Uncle Jiu pinched Miao Miao's little face, "I'm not happy that grandpa is just going to protect another grandfather, Miao Miao must remember not to lose what grandpa gave you, understand?" ”

"Well, Miao Miao remembered." Miao Miao nodded.

Someone came to report that they were about to march and set off.

Jiu Bo took the knife handed over by Wang Yifang on the side and rubbed it gently.

He turned around and left, and at the end of his life, he chose to re-enter the military tent and protect Su Dingfang.

The ninth uncle of the Wang family, formerly known as Wang Wenjiu, once beheaded a crown prince with a knife when he was young.

This crown prince's name is Li Jiancheng.

He was in Xuanwu Gate.

......

Relief efforts are in full swing and fighting has begun.

When he received the letter, Zhao Wujiang had been in Hebei Province for nearly five days.

The letter is a letter from Wang Yifang.

The letter said that the war had begun, and asked Zhao Wujiang to beware of the border of Hebei Province and remember to beware of Silla, a small country in the east.

Zhao Wujiang read the letter slowly, and the letter reassured him that everything was fine in Chang'an.

He frowned slowly, this battle, nearly a year earlier than expected, was prepared too quickly.

Yang Bingen roasted sweet potatoes, and there was no observation history at all.

He squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and stared at the slowly hot and soft sweet potatoes.

Observing Lang on the side, he carefully flipped through all kinds of documents, constantly fiddling with the abacus and calculating the distribution of grain and grass.

"I want to go down and see for myself!" Zhao Wujiang put down the letter.

"Then you just go, I won't go anyway." Yang Bingen pinched a small piece of sweet potato slices and put them in his mouth, the sweet taste made him happy, and in the end he was almost a little hot, "Bring more people?" ”

"No need, I'll just take the scholar there." Zhao Wujiang summoned Wen Yu, and the two rode away.

"Young man, you are bold, and the captain of the government soldiers will not bring it!" Yang Bingen looked at Zhao Wujiang's departing back, shook his head and sighed.

......

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu galloped on horseback, all the way to the west, heading to Dingzhou.

Along the way, the land is cracked, the vegetation is almost completely gone, and a lot of loess has turned into fine sand.

The victims are now gathered in the cities, and the local officials send people to distribute the porridge.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang came to Raoyang City.

The officials in the city all set up a porridge shop, and the porridge was constantly boiling on the cauldron on the side.

When Zhao Wujiang arrived, all the officials saluted one after another.

"Folks, this person is Lord Zhao, it is him, who raised food for us so quickly, if it weren't for him, countless people would have starved to death!" An official shouted, and he knelt down.

The victims were ragged and unkempt, and at this moment, there was a light in their eyes, and they all gathered around and knelt down in front of Zhao Wujiang.

"Thank you, Lord Qingtian!" The victims continued to mourn and shout.

Their expressions were tragic and grateful, some were drooping old people, and some were ignorant children.

Looking at the black oppressive crowd that knelt down, Zhao Wujiang's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't say what he felt.

He lifted his shirt in front of him, and he also knelt on the ground, and he knelt with Li Min.

Wen Yu also hurriedly knelt beside him, this young man saw so many people sincerely kneeling down to a person for the first time.

Even if the courtiers kneel down to worship the emperor, it is far less than that.

This was also the first time he had seen Zhao Wujiang kneeling, even in the face of the emperor, this minister was bowing.

When the officials of Raoyang City saw this scene, their eyes were full of tears for some time, and the parents and officials of Raoyang City almost cried bitterly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Zhao Wujiang, was also born in a poor family, and I know the dangers of the great drought.

But I can't bear to see you suffer this calamity, and you have done your duty.

Since I am an official, I will not forget you, and Datang will not forget you.

Get up. Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice.

No one got up, and there was an endless stream of gratitude in the crowd.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head: "If you can't afford it, I, Zhao Wujiang, won't get up, and you don't want me to kneel all the time, right?" ”

Some little babies burst into tears and laughed, and the victims laughed one after another.

"Get up, get up." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.

The crowd slowly got up, Zhao Wujiang patted the hem of his clothes, and instructed the officials to give a lot of disaster relief points.

He and Wen Yu continued to ride their horses and rushed to the next city.

This time, he did not choose to enter the city, but watched with Wen Yu.

They passed through and around city after city.

Soon, we arrived at Tangchang City.

Tangchang City, the city in the lower part of Dingzhou, is not far from the border.

If you ride a horse west, the same distance you have today, you will reach the border.

This time, Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu also chose to watch from a distance.

Both of them are transcendent and transcendent martial arts powerhouses, and their eyes are extremely far away.

Officials in Tangchang City distributed righteous porridge.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that unlike Rao Yang, there was too much numbness and disappointment in the eyes of the victims.

He and Wen Yu slowly approached.

In the shop where the officials distributed the porridge, Zhao Wujiang saw an official scooping up a spoonful of rice porridge in the large vat containing the porridge.

Clear as flowing water!

Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened, and anger rose suddenly.