Chapter 130: Official Showoff and Hypocrisy

Riding horses all the way, raising dust and sand.

Pass through Hedong Road and enter the land of Hebei Road.

Zhao Wujiang did not feel any signs of severe drought, but he was not surprised.

Hebei Province covers an extremely large area and has jurisdiction over twenty or thirty prefectures, which is comparable to the land of dozens of Chang'an cities.

Now they can barely step into Hebei Road, which is roughly close to Handan and adjacent to Hedong Road. Even if there is a drought, Hedong Road will help.

What they want to go to is the Kuanshifu further north, and the disaster-stricken places such as Youzhou, Dingzhou, and Cangzhou.

Horses neigh and the sound of hoofbeats sounds.

Among the three people, Zhao Wujiang, Wen Yu, and Li Yuanxiao, the one with the lowest cultivation level is close to extraordinary. They kept riding horses all the way, but they didn't feel tired at all.

The horses, on the other hand, didn't get a moment's rest.

Another night, the three of them arrived at Julu, where they drank and rested in Daze, the only lake in Hebei Province.

Xiao Yuzi and Wen Yu didn't talk much along the way. They were still in the mood to watch the scenery along the way while riding their horses.

He obeyed Zhao Wujiang's instructions and never had any objections.

In Xiao Yuzi Wen Yu's heart, Zhao Wujiang is his idol.

Because in his opinion, he and Zhao Wujiang are both incomplete people of the same kind, but Zhao Wujiang has already reached a very high position and is so talented, which he often envies.

This time he took the initiative to protect Zhao Wujiang.

At this moment, he was feeding the horses, as quiet as a handsome young man.

Zhao Wujiang and Li Yuanxiao raised a bonfire, and the firewood burned and crackled.

"I have never asked you about the name of the observer who framed you back then." Zhao Wujiang fiddled with the flint and asked.

Long-lasting memories came back, and Li Yuanxiao was in a trance, his eyes filled with hatred, "Xu Jingzong!"

"Xu Jingzong?" Zhao Wujiang looked confused. Isn't this person above the imperial court? Now he is less than the fourth rank, how could he have been an observer?

From this point of view, Xu Jingzong's status among the people behind Li Yi Mansion is extremely unusual.

Many years ago, Helan was just a girl, so it was impossible for him to get in touch with Helan.

Then the person behind the scenes who committed evil, aided the tyrants, and conspired to destroy Li Yifu should be Xu Jingzong!

"Yes." Li Yuanxiao chewed the dry food and continued:

"This old thief is mostly stern and indifferent on weekdays. He treats people in the Observer Shi's Mansion quite well, and there is no trace of his deep thoughts at all.

If Li Yifu hadn't insulted my wife and he protected Li Yifu, I might never know this person's true identity until my death."

"Does your wife do housework on weekdays?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered.

Li Yuanxiao said in a deep voice: "I am a clerk. She and another old woman clean the wing of the mansion on weekdays."

Zhao Wujiang remained silent. Li Yuanxiao's wife might not have simply been humiliated and thrown into a well.

"Ayu, come here and eat some solid food, we will continue on our way later!"

Wen Yu stood on the lake, heard the words, and walked on the waves.

Li Yuanxiao looked stern as he ran all the way from Chang'an. On the way, he occasionally saw the young man next to Zhao Wujiang taking action, and he knew that this smiling young man was at least an extraordinary strong man.

While he was shocked, he was even more afraid of Zhao Wujiang.

Although he swallowed Zhao Wujiang's poison pill, he had never heard of any poison pill since he was a child and thought that Zhao Wujiang was just bluffing.

But this extraordinary young man's heartfelt admiration and respect for Zhao Wujiang was caught in his eyes, and Zhao Wujiang in his eyes naturally became more and more mysterious.

The setting sun was like blood. After five days of traveling day and night, Zhao Wujiang and the others finally arrived at the Observation History Mansion.

On the way, they saw yellow sand all over the sky, the vegetation on the land had disappeared, and the roots were lifted up.

It seems that the victims could not bear the hunger and had eaten the roots of the trees.

In front of the Observation History Mansion, five figures were already waiting.

"I have been waiting for Mr. Zhao for a long time!" the leader said.

He is a silver-haired, energetic middle-aged man with deep eyes that seem to hide mountains and rivers. He is none other than Yang Bingen, the current Hebei Province's history of observation.

Four people around him greeted him, all three of them were strong-backed and had iron armor on their bodies.

The other man has thick hair and beard, and his eyes are shining.

Governor of Cangzhou, Dingzhou, Youzhou, and Observer Lang of Hebei Province - people who assist Observers in carrying out government affairs.

Zhao Wujiang returned the gift, and they walked towards the house while chatting.

On the dining table.

There is a large bowl of clear porridge on the table, occasionally black and green vegetable leaves, a small basket of steamed buns, and a stack of dried radishes.

"I'm really sorry. Now the drought has affected far more than the three major states. The government can only cut down on clothing and diet, waiting for support from the DPRK and China." Observer Yang Bingen looked sad and spoke apologetically.

He stood up and filled a glass of wine for Zhao Wujiang. The wine had only a faint smell of alcohol, presumably because it was mixed with white water.

It feels like clear water when it enters the throat.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that Yang Bingen had half a piece of jade hanging on his waist, which was almost exactly the same as the half piece of jade that Wang Yifang gave to him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the two looked at each other, and then quickly looked away.

Yang Bingen introduced the remaining four people to Zhao Wujiang one by one.

When the observer was introduced, Yang Bingen had a smile on his face:

"This is the observer in the house. He has helped me deal with many things. He is a loyal person, but I often feel that I am not a scholar."

The observer raised his glass and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have long admired your name! Who are the two people beside you?"

Zhao Wujiang also had a smile on his face: "I am a member of the Zhao family, the scholar Ayu, and the captain of the family soldiers Zhao Li!"

"snort!"

As soon as Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, the Governor of Dingzhou slapped the table with his big hand:

"Master Zhao, I wonder when the disaster relief food and grass will arrive here?

Do you know how many lives of soldiers will be lost if you arrive one day late?

They have already given away a lot of food to the people. If they wait any longer, how will they defend the western border?"

"Lao Gao, don't speak so loudly, or you will scare this guy! Since he is sent by the Central Government, just listen to his arrangements."

The governor of Youzhou answered.

Hebei Road is far away from Chang'an and close to the border. They have no idea what Zhao Wujiang is doing in Chang'an City. Seeing that Zhao Wujiang is so young, they only think that the elders of the DPRK have sent their own heirs to gild.

Zhao Wujiang did not speak.

The governor of Cangzhou had a cold face: "Is there no one in the court? I heard that Mr. Zhao is a third-grade official? He actually came to this remote place in person and brought a book boy with him? Are you sure you are here to provide disaster relief?"

The bushy-bearded observer slapped his wine glass on the table.

"How many days did it take for the news to reach Chang'an? Now Mr. Zhao has arrived at the Observer's Mansion. Don't you know how far it is from Chang'an? What a bunch of reckless men!" The Observer's eyes showed admiration:

"In the evening when the news first entered Chang'an, Mr. Zhao had already started hosting a banquet to raise funds. Do you know this intention? If you still speak like this, do you only know how to lead troops in war?"

The three governors were choked. They did not expect that the disaster relief fund was actually prepared by Zhao Wujiang.

The Governor of Youzhou drank a glass of wine and said to himself without looking at the crowd:

"Hmph, even so, how much can he prepare? Does he know how many victims there are in Hebei Province?

A hypocritical person who puts on an official show."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and the steamed bun in his mouth no longer tasted good. He hated people slandering Zhao Wujiang.

"boom".

A soft sound.

The wine glass in the hand of the Governor of Youzhou instantly turned into debris all over the sky.

Wen Yu's young man's smile faded and he said in a deep voice:

"Then I'll tell you how much Master Zhao has prepared!"
Chapter completed!