Chapter 257 There will be a chance

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 257 There will be a chance

The carriage moved leisurely and slowly, surrounded by guards on horseback, and followed by tens of thousands of people.

After tens of thousands of people knelt to send them off, these people seemed to want to send them out of Puzhou or even to the capital.

Xia Yuan sat silently in the carriage. The carriage was quite big, and he could even lie down and take a nap. However, he sat quietly in it, listening to the thunderous sound of tens of thousands of people marching behind him.

Footsteps.

After walking for an unknown number of miles, Zhu Houzhao finally couldn't bear the situation and stopped the carriage. He jumped out of the carriage and waved to the people behind him with red eyes, "Go back, go back. Don't send me away."

, I will come see you again in the future.”

Seeing the prince get out of the car, the other officials also got out of the car, and all the people's eyes turned to look at Xia Yuan, as if they were hesitant to speak.

After a long silence, the dozen or so officials in front suddenly knelt down on the ground, and tens of thousands of people also knelt down, shouting: "The people of Puzhou kneel down to thank His Highness the Crown Prince, kneel down to thank Mr. Xia, and kneel down to thank all of you for your grace of living!"

We would like to ask Mr. Xia to stay, and tens of thousands of people in Puzhou are willing to write to the emperor, asking the emperor to keep Mr. Xia in my Puzhou, and to serve as my parents in Puzhou!"

When Xia Yuan came here, he did not receive any dispatch from the imperial court. He was more like a liar who was deceiving people under the banner of the imperial court.

But the officials and people in Puzhou did not know this. They only knew that Mr. Xia was an imperial envoy appointed by the imperial court to provide disaster relief. In the past two months, he had provided food relief, prepared for epidemic prevention, dug ditches and repaired canals, and controlled floods.

Minimize the disaster in Puzhou, eliminate all disasters, and save countless lives.

Before leaving, all the remaining food supplies were distributed to the people of Puzhou.

This is a great kindness. It not only saves them from the current disaster, but also benefits them in the future.

Faced with the requests of these people, Xia Yuan opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. He had to go over and help the officials up, and shouted loudly to the dark people: "Everyone, please get up, there is no need to perform this big ceremony!"

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With tears in his eyes, an elderly villager came out of the crowd and said, "Sir, I have lived for more than seventy years and have seen countless natural and man-made disasters. But this time, I have never seen such a huge landslide in my life. I was expecting

They will all die from this disaster. Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince and Mr. Xia arrived in time, which gave me, the tens of thousands of surviving people in Puzhou, a way to survive."

"The people of Puzhou have received great kindness from you two, but they have nothing to repay. This is a great debt that we and the people owe."

"We, the common people, would like to ask Mr. Xia to serve as the magistrate of our Puzhou, and we would like to send a letter to the emperor to invite you."

Before the old man could finish his words, Xia Yuan was confused: "The new magistrate sent by the imperial court will take office in the near future, and I have to return to Beijing to report on my duties. I have no choice but to apologize."

The old man choked up and nodded, "Your Excellency, there is no need to embarrass you. We all know that for a capable minister and official like your Excellency, who is also an imperial envoy of the imperial court, being a magistrate of a state is really a derogation of his talents."

After saying that, the village elder bowed deeply and said: "The people of Puzhou only hope that your official career will be open and honest, and that in the future he will serve as prime minister and bring blessings to the world!"

Xia Yuan's face became solemn, and he quickly returned the greeting: "I don't dare, I will offend this junior."

"When the city and county of Puzhou are rebuilt, we, the people of Puzhou, will build living temples for His Highness the Crown Prince and Lord Xia, and worship them for generations to come."

After saying that, the old man bowed down and prostrated again. Xia Yuan was just about to help him, but he heard the old man say: "Puzhou suffered a disaster, and there are not many elders left. I can only take off my boots by myself. Please give me some help."

Master Xia, lift your legs."

The pair of official boots under Xia Yuan's feet were clean after being washed, but there were several holes in them. The broken boots were taken off one after another, and then held high above the head by the village elder, showing them to tens of thousands of people. The crowd

The sound of the mountain roaring and the tsunami coming from inside,

"Thank you for your kindness in surviving. The people of Puzhou were unable to keep you alive, so they kept these pair of official boots as a token of gratitude!"

The other officials looked at this scene with expressions of admiration on their faces.

The boot-off ceremony is the highest courtesy a local official can receive when leaving office.

The local people could not retain their posts, so they could only keep these boots and hope that the officials would stay.

The only person in the Ming Dynasty who was treated with this kind of courtesy was Yan Rui. He was the magistrate of Yongqing County four years ago. When he left office, the people stopped him and took off his boots in the hope that he would stay in office.

This incident was praised by the government and the public at the time, and Emperor Hongzhi even reported it in his official newspaper, making the world hear about it. Yan Rui was promoted step by step, from a seventh-grade county magistrate to the current magistrate in just four years.

From the fourth grade prefect.

And this Xia Xima, he was not a local official, but an official who came to provide disaster relief. Even this disaster relief was not dispatched by the court, but came to provide disaster relief privately.

But no one said anything. If he hadn't come to Puzhou privately to provide disaster relief, I'm afraid Puzhou would have been doomed.

Amidst the shouts that shook the sky, Xia Yuan raised his head and looked around in confusion, his eyes suddenly turning red.

He was just doing things based on his conscience, but he didn't expect to receive such great gratitude from the people of Puzhou.

Facing the tens of thousands of people, he gave a long and deep salute to the end. After a long time, he straightened up, and without stopping, he boarded the carriage wearing socks.

When the car curtain fell, he was about to cry, but just as tears welled up from his eyes, Zhu Houzhao opened the car curtain and ran up, then sat in the car.

"Master, are you moved? I am so moved."

Zhu Houzhao said with tears on his face, "I will definitely have to come back to see these people in the future."

As he said that, he wiped his face with his sleeve and said, "Why don't these people keep me as the magistrate of the state? I would have agreed if I had appointed you."

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In just a few words, Xia Yuan's sad emotions were shaken up. He was silent for a while and said, "Don't you understand who you are?"

After hearing this, Zhu Houzhao finally remembered that he was a prince. As a prince, the people would not dare to ask him to be the governor of the state, nor would they dare to take off their boots.

Otherwise, if the master doesn't agree, he must have asked for it.

After a while, Zhu Houzhao sighed again: "I just now feel that our disaster relief is worth it."

When they first came to Puzhou, the victims looked at them as if they were prey. But now when they say goodbye, tens of thousands of people in Puzhou kneel down and bow to each other.

"When there is an opportunity, I must come over and help these people worship the Yellow River again."

"There will be a chance." Xia Yuan said, leaning on the carriage.

Historical records: In the twelfth year of Zhengde, Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty visited the Yellow River to the west, and personally presided over the sacrificial ceremony and read out the sacrificial text.

Ling Zhong Kande, the merit is matched with Kun Yuan, the land is irrigated, and the things are benefited by moisture. Therefore, this is the ferry, but you can send it. I am patrolling the west, and it is suitable to pass through this place. I can float my boat, and the blue dragon is flying on its wings.

Recruit the boat, guide the Yuan flag, go back and forth, help with the magic, prepare the sacrifice, enjoy my sacrifice in the dark!

Dare to sue.
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