Xue Pan brought not only the handwriting of the crown prince Liu Hong, but also a cart of grain.

Jia Cong and Daiyu stood in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the porridge shed not far downstairs and the homeless people waiting in a long line to receive the porridge.

"That's our elder, who looks like a dog, but he doesn't do anything."

According to Jia Cong's arrangement, Xue Pan handed over the transported grain to the lieutenant governor Wang Qingtang, who was responsible for the soup kitchen.

Then he led people on the road and sent food to other places.

The first day of soup porridge is still normal, and the pot is neutral and the chopsticks do not fall. But after Xue Pan left, the porridge in the pot became clear soup and little water.

Originally, according to Jia Cong's idea, when the people began to smash the pots and bowls, he would order Xue Pan to lead the troops back and arrest Wang Qingtang, who was in charge of the soup kitchen.

But what he didn't expect was that even if the gruel in the bowl could be used as a mirror, this group of homeless people who were confused didn't even have a voice to complain.

"Brother Cong, why are they ...... like this?"

"Resignation?"

Jia Cong's fingers tapped on the edge of the window, and the chill in his eyes was colder than the snow drifting outside the window.

The name Wang Qingtang is far higher than the laws of the dynasty and the majesty of the court for the people who have been oppressed by him for more than ten years.

If you resist, let alone gruel, I'm afraid you won't be able to save your life.

Daiyu covered her mouth in shock after listening to the news from her own soldiers.

If you don't obey, you'll already be lying in the snow and can't move.

Daiyu looked at the skinny children in the crowd who were shivering from the cold, and said pityingly, "What now? Why don't you take Wang Qingtang down directly, such a thin porridge, where can you withstand hunger."

Jia Cong first shook his head, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed, "Just do what Sister Lin said." I thought I could change their numbness, but ...... Alas, the bones that have been bent will be difficult to straighten up after all."

If it weren't for the presence of the crown prince's personal guards yesterday, Wang Qingtang would have been eager to store the grain for disaster relief in his family's granary.

This heavy snow is good, and after boiling gruel for two more days, he will remove the porridge shed, and when he goes home, he will wait for the land to be harvested with his concubine in his arms and drinking wine.

Drink it, drink it, you untouchables drink for two more days, and it is estimated that after this heavy snowfall, there will not be much left.

Half of the relief grain distributed by the imperial court was left by himself, and the remaining half was exchanged for silver and sent to the capital according to the rules.

"Master, there is not enough porridge in the pot, and there are still a hundred or so people, do you want to go and get some rice to cook again?"

Wang Qingtang glared at the servant and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "What are you doing so loudly? Take some rice and add water to it. I don't need money, it's all my lord!"

The servant looked at the rice at the bottom of the pot, and then looked at the homeless people waiting in line not far away, and felt a little unbearable.

But his arms can't reach his thighs, he is just a pariah who has lost his land and has to sell himself to survive, alas......

Dadada!

The water in the pot shook in circles, and the ground began to tremble, and the homeless people whose eyes were numb didn't move, still staring at the steaming pot in front of them.

Only Master Wang Qingtang, who was sitting in front of the brazier, showed an incredible look in his eyes, and then stood up violently.

"Quick, hurry up and get the rice, cook the porridge, cook the porridge......

Xue Pan rode a tall horse straight up to the porridge shed, and did not give Wang Qingtang a chance to argue at all.

As soon as I looked into the pot, I threw out the whip, and snapped!

Wang Qingtang covered his face with a scream, and the whip thrown out angrily whipped Wang Qingtang's face covered with blood.

I only heard Xue Pan angrily reprimand: "What a big dog guts, even the disaster relief food allocated by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dares to be greedy. Left and right, Ben will take it down!"

"General Xue, General Xue, I'm your cousin~"

Don't talk about this yet

Well, mentioning this is like poking Xue Pan's lung tube.

He whipped it again, and scolded angrily, "Something like a dog dares to call himself the general's uncle. Come on, Wang Qingtang is greedy for food for disaster relief, and he will fight a hundred military sticks first!"

"A hundred sticks will go down, and you will kill this man yourself. Let's get down to business first, Brother Xue will go to raid the Wang family first, cook porridge for disaster relief, and Sister Lin and I will take care of it first."

Xue Pan asked, and the people who came were Jia Cong and Daiyu.

He thinks that he is not as flexible as Jia Cong's brain, and he has Liu Hong's advice, so naturally Jia Cong is the only one.

Wang Qingtang was tied up and hung on a tree not far away, and watched Xue Pan lead a large team of people to rush in the direction of the Wang family.

Woowoo......

Syllable!

The soldiers of Rongguofu who were guarding his side sheathed their knives, and Wang Qingtang, who was beaten, had gold stars in his eyes.

"Hmph, what are the things that are inferior to beasts, even the rations of these poor people must be greedy, waiting for a thousand cuts!"

Daiyu was veiled, and the cloak made of fire fox fur was like a fire, which made every homeless person near the porridge shed feel warm.

This is the county lord of Wen'an, who was personally enshrined by the emperor, and the noble county lord gave them porridge, each of them was thick rice porridge, and if it was not enough, it could be added.

There is also the royal cat, who not only hung the jackal-like Wang Li on the tree, but also ordered someone to raid and oppress them for more than ten years.

I heard that Lord Mike had ordered people to erect a shack nearby to shelter them from the cold wind. There is also a pot on the other side, boiling a decoction to ward off the cold and prevent diseases, and tomorrow there will be a more hungry nest......

There were not many displaced people gathered at Wang Pingkou, and the total number of them was only 400.

Simple shacks have been built outside the town, and according to Jia Cong's instructions, the shacks should not only be strong and durable, but also have supporting facilities such as ditches and thatched houses.

"If you don't have enough medicinal materials, go directly to Shuntian Mansion to ask for it. His Royal Highness doesn't have many reserves over there, and now that the snow is closing the road, it is convenient to go to Fangshan County and go to Fangshan County."

Jia Cong's warrants were issued one after another, and his soldiers galloped away in batches and directions.

Xue Pan hasn't come back yet, and it seems that the harvest on the Wang family's side will not be small. Jia Cong stuffed Daiyu into a warm quilt, told Mama Wang to take care of it, and then drove to the other end of the town.

Wang Qingtang's mansion is really not small, and the large courtyard of the four entrances is larger than the mansions of some third-grade officials in the capital.

Xue Pan followed the usual practice and locked Wang Qingtang's wife, children and mother in a guest house, and then the prince's personal guards began to search everywhere.

Seeing Jia Cong coming, Xue Pan immediately seemed to see a savior, dragged him into the Wang family's study, and pointed to the books and ledgers on the table: "Brother Cong, look at these......

He couldn't read it, and when he saw the numbers in the account book, his head was big.

Jia Cong opened a book, heh, Wang Qingtang's pen is really clear enough.

"Brother Xue, this person is really your cousin!"

Jia Cong suddenly closed the account book and looked at Xue Pan with a smile: "Wang Qingtang is the commander of the second sister-in-law's father's personal army, or the cousin who has just come out of the fifth suit, isn't it your cousin."

Yes?

Xue Pan knew that Wang Qingtang had a close relationship with the county uncle's mansion, but he really didn't think that he could really have anything to do with him.

I only heard Jia Cong say slowly: "The reason why this Wang Qingtang can be so bold is because every time he gets a sum of money, he has to send half of it to the capital. Your third uncle, Wang Zisheng, is the one who collects the money."

Yes!

Xue Pan felt that the tea in his hand was not fragrant, Wang Zisheng was his own uncle, if this matter was investigated, Wang Zisheng would not be able to get rid of it at all.

As for whether Wang Zisheng is dead or alive in the end, he doesn't care, but his mother is different.

"Third Uncle...... The Wang family is so short of money? Uncle is so short of money?"

Jia Cong glanced at these things in the study, and sighed, "We can't care if we lack money or not. It's better to leave this matter to the Dragon Guards to investigate, the second brother should come over soon after receiving the letter, let's take stock of the things that have been copied first, okay

It's important to run errands."

Xue Pan was an extremely serious person when he was doing things, and he put his identity very seriously - the prince's subordinates, and the prince had a blade in his hands.

The Wang family was dug three feet into the ground, including several secret rooms were found, boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, Xue Pan was not greedy for a penny.

In accordance with Liu Hong's order, he sealed all the cars and waited for Tianqing to escort them to the capital and hand them over to the emperor.

The evidence pointing to Wang Zisheng and the county uncle's mansion was also sealed and carefully guarded by the elite of the prince's six rates.

Jia Cong took out the grain that was confiscated from the Wang family and used it for disaster relief.

The grain in several warehouses is enough for the victims in the Wangpingkou area to eat until the beginning of spring.

Shacks were built, and the old and weak finally had shelter from the cold, while the young homeless people were organized into squads to build houses, dig ditches, carry wood, cook porridge and put rice, etc.

Jia Cong handed over the disaster relief in the town to Daiyu, and then led the team to leave Wang Pingkou and inspect the disaster relief in the entire Shuntian Mansion in a clockwise direction along the predetermined plan.

On the second day after Jia Cong left Wang Pingkou, Jia Lian arrived with the men and horses of the Dragon Guard.

He had Wang Qingtang secretly imprisoned, and then sent all the account books confiscated from Wang's house back to the capital city of Longjian Guard Beizhen Fusi.

This matter involves the Zhengyipin general, and it is no longer a matter for him to be the master. But before that, it's time to talk about my father-in-law, who died young.

Jia Lian did not delay in Wang Pingkou, leaving ten elite dragon guards to protect Daiyu, and he returned to Beijing with the Wang family and others early the next morning for interrogation.

Disaster relief is not achieved overnight, Daiyu is in charge of a town's disaster relief alone, from the beginning of the confidence to the middle of the rush, and then to the final handy, it seems to have undergone a transformation.

"Girl, rest early, it's almost time."

Zijuan reminded her over and over again, but Daiyu looked at the account book on the table and shook her head stubbornly.

"No, these must be sorted out as soon as possible and sent to His Royal Highness the Prince, we have a surplus of food here, and the medicinal herbs, clothes, and bedding that can ward off the cold are in short supply, and we must prepare them on a sunny day."

It has been snowing heavily for more than ten days intermittently, and it is easy to talk about food and everything, but as the weather gets colder and colder, there have been many people who have suffered from wind chill in Wang Pingkou.

Rongguofu sent many letters to Daiyu to return to Beijing, for fear that Daiyu, who was weak when she was young, would become ill. But Daiyu stubbornly stayed this time, and was bound to arrange everything properly and return to the capital a year ago.

Fortunately, the conditioning in the past two years has worked, and with the help of good medicine to ward off the cold, Daiyu, who is getting busier and busier, is more energetic than others, Mama Wang and Snow Goose are sick, but she is in good spirits.

"Let Uncle Eleven arrange for someone to transcribe two copies, one to be sent to the Fangshan County Ya, and the other to Shuntian Mansion, and ask the capital to send something over quickly."

Zijuan could only force the warm ginger soup into Daiyu's hand, and walked out of the room with the account book that Daiyu had sorted out.

Daiyu frowned and drank the ginger soup, tightening the cloak on her body.

"I don't know what's going on over there? It's been a few days, and there's been no news."

Jia Cong put on a guard of honor and inspected the disaster relief matters in the prefectures and counties of Shuntian Prefecture all the way.

After meeting with the crown prince Liu Hong in Fangshan County, and taking away 300 iron horsemen, he went down the south, first beheaded a county man who was greedy for disaster relief food in Zhuozhou, and then continued to inspect, and beheaded several gangsters who bullied the homeless people in Gu'an County.

On the first day of the lunar month, Jia Cong arrived in Yongqing County.

The snow disaster in Yongqing County is not very serious, according to the county magistrate Yi Wenxi, the surrounding Bazhou, Dong'an, and Wuqing counties have not been greatly affected, and the number of displaced people is about the same as before.

Before the Shuntian Mansion issued an order for disaster relief, he had already arranged a porridge shed outside the city gate according to the usual practice, so that those displaced people had a chance to live.

Jia Cong personally went to see the disaster relief porridge shed in Yongqing County, and indeed as Yi Wenxi said, Yongqing County gave porridge twice a day, and each time the cooked rice porridge could not be drunk.

"My lord, there are many benevolent townships in Yongqing County

Compared with the porridge shack of the county government, the squire not only has porridge, but also a hot nest, and the homeless people prefer to go to the squire."

Oh?

Hearing Yi Wenxi say this, Jia Cong was also curious.

The imperial court for disaster relief, the place to be taken into account when opening a warehouse and releasing grain is too large. Most of them are boiling porridge and hanging the lives of the victims, and it is impossible to fill the stomach.

Wotou or something, don't think about it.

Yi Wenxi led the way, and after a while, Jia Cong and his entourage arrived at a place where a squire was giving porridge on the north side of the county.

In today's private interview with Weifu, neither of them wore official uniforms. In order to prevent being recognized, Jia Cong asked Yi Wenxi to stay in the distance and wait, while he led two personal soldiers to get closer to check.

As Yi Wenxi said, the squire surnamed Guo did boil rice porridge and steaming wotou for the victims to satisfy their hunger.

If it was just like this, Jia Cong couldn't help but ask for a holy decree of commendation for this Guo Juren.

But Jia Cong soon realized that something was wrong, outside this porridge shack, there were only young and young women and little dolls that had not yet grown up.

What about the old and weak? Not a single one.

"Let's check, isn't it the same for the porridge shack that other squires have given for?"

At night, the pro-soldiers had already brought back the answer Jia Cong wanted.

Yi Wenxi was deceived, and he, the chief official of the county government from other places, was tricked around by the people below.

The squires of Yongqing County united and selected young and strong women from among the displaced people every year, as well as those little dolls that had not yet grown up, and gave them a chance to live.

Of course, these people will also have to pay a huge price, that is, they will be engraved with the surnames of these squires, and henceforth become the personal slaves of these squires!

There are even many people who have been sold elsewhere and become slaves of others, the dusty women of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion......

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