"I know, you came just in time, I just saw that Grandma Zhang's house collapsed in front of me, you go and see, if you need something,

Go back to Zheng's house and get some over, remember not to scare the people around. Zheng Guangzong originally wanted to go to see Grandma Zhang, but now he had to hand over the task to Zheng Er.

"Young master, go back quickly, it seems that the prince of the county has also gone to the mansion." Zheng Er agreed, but he was quietly urging Zheng Guangzong.

Zheng Guangzong and Baili Changfeng rushed to Zheng's mansion together.

Along the way, the two talked about speculation, and they had a feeling of sympathy for each other and hatred of each other.

It was getting dark, and the streets were already dark.

Originally, many households had electric lights in their homes, but due to the heavy rains in recent days, the houses collapsed, the wiring was damaged, and nine times out of ten it was darkened.

Only the Zheng family is still bright at the moment, and in this bleak day, it can bring some comfort to everyone.

In the hall of the Zheng family, a lot of people gathered.

The housekeeper Uncle Zhao is very good at coming to things, Zheng Wancai asked his subordinates to invite those wealthy households in Huaili County, but he brought people and invited the owners of various merchants to come over.

Zheng Wancai stood at the door of the hall, looking forward to the return of his son and Baili Changfeng.

Among the people invited, Wang Huzhong, the prince of the county, had the most honorable status, but it was a pity that there was a Mr. Cheng here, and Wang Huzhong had to pretend to be low-key and sit in a muffled voice on the side.

Zheng Guangzong and Baili Changfeng came in from outside, and everyone came out.

Of course, it is not to welcome Zheng Guangzong, but to welcome the wind of a hundred miles.

A hundred miles of long wind, the minister sent by the capital, saw the official level.

Moreover, everyone thought that the hundred miles of wind must have brought disaster relief, and they also wanted to get a benefit from it and get a piece of the pie.

Baili Changfeng did go to the county king's mansion, but he did not explain the truth to the county prince.

Just talking to Wang Huzhong, the prince of the county, for a few words, Baili Changfeng felt that Wang Huzhong's pattern was too small, and being able to achieve the position of the prince of the county was already the pinnacle of his life.

That's why he worked tirelessly to come to Zheng's house to discuss disaster relief strategies with Zheng Guangzong.

Everyone has seen a hundred miles of wind, bowed waists, and saluted no more.

Baili Changfeng had a straight face, walked to the middle of the hall, and cleared his throat: "Everyone, you are all elites of Huaili County, whether Huaili County can survive the disaster depends on you." ”

"Lord Baili, we are all ordinary people, so naturally we have to listen to you, besides, you are sent by the emperor, and the emperor must have brought a large amount of disaster relief silver."

A wealthy local man stood up, he was a local member, and his identity and status were placed here.

"That is, the emperor will definitely not forget the people of Huaili County, and this time, the lower officials are going to discuss the plan with everyone." The hundred miles of wind still did not make it clear.

Zheng Guangzong searched among the crowds, and there were many cunning and mean people.

Among them, there was one person who surprised Zheng Guangzong, who turned out to be Song Huaichong, the shopkeeper of Song Ji Spice Shop, who had colluded with Qingfeng Village before.

His grandmother's courage is really not small, she dared to come to the Zheng family in a high-sounding manner, didn't you throw yourself into the net?

Zheng Guangzong was secretly thinking in his heart, but he was already talking happily over there.

It turned out that the street thought that Baili Changfeng was the God of Wealth, so they all flattered against their will, and they all wanted to become the first implementer of the disaster payment.

As the so-called goose plucking, everyone is not a fool, who wants to give up such a fat difference.

"Lord Baili, since the emperor sent you to provide disaster relief, there must be a will, please read out the emperor's will, and we will act according to the will."

Wang Huzhong believes that he is definitely the first candidate for disaster relief, and he probably knows how big the oil and water is.

"Hahaha, since everyone can't wait, then the lower officials can only read the emperor's will." The hundred miles long wind laughed heartily.

Immediately afterward, he took out the holy decree from his bosom.

In the hall, whether sitting or standing, they all patted their robe sleeves, knelt down, and looked in the direction of the capital, extremely religious.

It's just that after Baili Changfeng read the holy decree, no one was excited.

Where is the emperor going to provide disaster relief, he clearly wants to empty the gloves of the white wolf?

Song Huaichong was among these people, but he was just a foil, and when he heard the content of the holy decree of a hundred miles of long wind, he felt a little Jiujiu in his heart.

If you don't slip now, when will you wait?

So, while the others were still confused, they slipped out of the hall.

It's just that not long after he walked out of the Zheng family's compound, he was directly knocked unconscious by a stick behind him, and then he was put into a sack, and he didn't know where he was carried.

On the side of the Zheng family hall, there was a sigh.

More people want to slip away, they can't get oil and water, and they have to have their own flesh cut, and everyone will feel pain.

Wang Huzhong, as the prince of the county, behaved the most negatively, he walked in front of Baili Changfeng and bowed his hand slightly: "Lord Baili, there is something in the Xiaguan Mansion, take the first step." ”

"Lord Jun, the matter is not over yet, you just leave, how should the affected people of Huaili County survive the disaster?" Wang Huzhong is the person who must stay in a hundred miles of Changfeng, and he will not let him go.

"Lord Baili, the lower officials are also powerless now, and all the inventory at home has been taken out to help the victims, please forgive me."

Wang Huzhong knew the meaning of a hundred miles of long wind, that is, he wanted the county king's mansion to open a warehouse and release grain.

"Lord Jun, no matter how bad you are, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, please take a good head and set an example for everyone."

The hundred-mile long wind is neither humble nor overbearing, and coldly fights back.

"Lord Baili, do you think that with just a holy decree, you can do whatever you want, this king bears the heavy responsibility of the safety of the Li County,

Do you want to force this king to be like the plague? Wandering on the streets, in this way, where is the face of the court, Hugh wants to stop it, and the king will return to his house immediately. ”

Since ancient times, it has been the emperor of Tiangao, Wang Huzhong is the king of Huaili County, and he will not care about anyone except the emperor in the Great Qianguo.

As for Mr. Cheng, whether Wang Huzhong gives him face or not depends on his own mood.

When the others saw that Wang Huzhong was so strong, they instigated on the side: "Lord Wang, such a natural and man-made disaster, but the imperial court does not take a trace of relief, it's too much......"

"It's good that I can protect myself, where can I take care of others?"

"Let's pray for our own blessings and keep ourselves safe!"

Zheng Wancai never dreamed that this would be the case, and the minister asked him to invite the major wealthy families in Huaili County, but he couldn't settle them all.

"Everyone, if you come, you will be safe, why be so impatient, my Zheng family really can't afford it, so I asked everyone to come to discuss."

Zheng Wancai smiled bitterly, such a result, anyone who sees it will be cold.

"The Zheng family is dead, don't drag me and wait." One stood up, his face full of anger.