Song Mo was very tired, so he dismissed the two accompanying ministers.

Zhang Xian and Zuo Anmin respectfully resigned.

In front of the palace gate, Zhang Xian flicked his sleeves, glanced at Zuo Anmin, and said calmly, "People, sometimes you have to be kinder. Master Zuo, what do you think?"

Zuo Anmin's face turned dark.

Zhang Xian ignored his black face and continued to taunt, "What do you think you want? Harm others but not yourself, dig a hole to bury yourself."

"Stop talking nonsense, what are we going to do about Nanyang?" Zuo Anmin was vomiting blood in his heart. If he had known better, he would not have been so mean-mouthed. Now it's fine. Zhang Xian is the official in charge after all, and he only hired a deputy?

"Whatever you do, do it. The worst we can do is live together." Zhang Xian finished his anger and walked away.

The two returned home and made a tacit agreement not to announce that they would go to Nanyang to deal with the disaster.

Zhang Xian comforted his wife with a few words, asked her to pack some necessary things, and then got up and went to the study.

Dealing with disasters is really a thankless task. It would be fine if the national treasury was rich. Unfortunately, if the national treasury is not rich, the disaster will be even greater.

He sat in a chair and pondered for a moment, then decided to write a letter to Mr. Lu.

This is the first time he has written to Mr. Lu in many months.

After Mr. Lu left Chang'an, he left him a farewell letter and then unilaterally cut off contact with him.

He also honestly followed Master Lu's words and never wrote to Liaodong County, but he kept in correspondence with He Ziqi, a disciple of Liucheng in Liaoxi County.

He Ziqi heard that Mr. Lu was very prosperous in Liaodong County and managed the entire county very well. Zhang Xian was sincerely happy to hear the good news.

He went to Nanyang to deal with the disaster this time, but he really didn't feel confident. He felt that it was not shameful to ask for help, and he really hoped to get help from the Lu family and his daughter.

Zhang Xian knew that if he and Zuo Anmin were left to do it, they could get decent results and fool them, but what about the common people?

The news of Nanyang's earth dragon turning over had just reached Chang'an, and all the ministers felt a little bit in their hearts. The earth dragon turning over was not an auspicious sign, and the emperor must be in a very bad mood.

During the next period of time, they must be careful in their words and deeds so as not to cause trouble for the emperor. While these ministers secretly warned themselves, they also restrained their families to make them more peaceful recently.

Chang'an was particularly deserted on this day.

The adults in Chang'an City didn't go out today. They locked themselves at home and thought about countermeasures.

Especially the four ministers who took care of life in the court quickly summoned their disciples to discuss countermeasures to prevent the court from being questioned by the emperor tomorrow. Some ministers who were slow-minded even discussed it all night.

The next day, many ministers braced themselves up and went to court with their eyes dredged.

In the morning, after discussing several matters, the issue of Nanyang Earth Dragon's resurrection was inevitably mentioned.

Song Mo sat on the dragon chair at the top, looked at the civil and military officials in the hall, and said in a deep voice, "I believe all of you ministers know that Nanyang Earth Dragon has turned over."

It’s coming, it’s coming! The ministers were stunned and looked at their noses and hearts one by one.

Song Mo continued, "As soon as the incident broke out, two ministers asked for orders to go to Nanyang to deal with the disaster, and I agreed."

Huh? Two fools asked for help? The ministers suspected that they heard wrongly.

"Next, Zhang Xian and Zhang Aiqing will go to Nanyang to preside over disaster relief matters, and Mr. Zuo Anmin and Mr. Zuo will also go to Nanyang to assist Mr. Zhang in the disaster relief work."

Zhang Xian, Zuo Anmin, and Zhang Xian, whose names were called by the emperor, both came out at the same time, "Weak ministers take orders!"

Ah, it turned out to be these two unlucky guys?

Suddenly, Manchao Wenwu looked at the two of them with different eyes. These two are good people.

Some people looked at them with admiration. In the past, they had misunderstood others, thinking that they could only flatter and confuse the emperor. Now it seems that these two favorite ministers can do it, and they are really good at it when something happens.

Song Mo looked at the reactions of the ministers below through Tamamo with the emperor's crown hanging down, and silently thought in his heart: The emperor's mind, the art of balance...

"You two dear ladies, please come to terms with me."

Zhang Xianzuo Anmin said in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After they were leveled, Song Mocai continued, "Two dear friends, you are now setting an example. You are both the pillars of my Dali. I am in Chang'an, waiting for your good news."

"I have ordered Lord Duzhi Shangshuwu to prepare the disaster relief materials. If there are any missing materials, you can go to him."

After the emperor said these two sentences, the eunuch beside him shouted to withdraw from the court.

After the emperor retired from the court, Zhang Xian took Zuo Anmin to find Wu Chunyu.

Wu Chunyu handed the supplies list to Zhang Xian.

When Zhang Xian saw it, his heart sank violently. It was too little. The food he had brought for disaster relief was too little!

Zhang Xian handed the supply list to Zuo Anmin with a stern face, "Take a look!"

These two words are quite gritty, bitch, look at the trouble you've caused!

Seeing Zuo Anmin, Zhang Xian felt that his heart, liver, and lungs were burning with rage.

After Zuo Anmin read it, he frowned and said, "Mr. Wu, is there a little less food for this disaster relief?" He had been to Nandi for disaster relief and knew that the demand for supplies in the disaster area was very great.

Zhang Xianxin said, is it just a little less? It is obviously too little!

Wu Chunyu cried and said, "Master Zhang, Master Zuo, our treasury is not rich either. You two are very capable. If you don't have enough food when you get to Nanyang, please think of a way. Please, please, don't embarrass me."

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xian and Zuo Anmin were speechless.

What else could they do? In the end they could only hold their noses and admit it.

Wu Chunyu belongs to the emperor. When the emperor was still the fourth prince, Wu Chunyu was a member of his team. Later, he relied on the power of Conglong to secure the position of Minister of Education. This list of supplies does not include that person.

mean.

Zhang Xian sneered, "Old thief, do you regret it?"

Zuo Anmin snorted, he really regretted it!

Southland

After more than a month of management and countless amounts of money and food being spent, the treatment of the victims has begun to bear fruit.

Xie Zhan closed the book and sighed in his heart, the scholars in the South are really useful, and there are also many good talents emerging among the refugees...

But first he thought of the more than two hundred scholars who drove north in groups on the day the city gate was opened, and then he thought of the twenty or thirty thousand people who were taken away by Qin Sheng, and he felt depressed.

The refugees who went north will probably not come back. I wonder how many of the more than 200 scholars can come back, and how many of them can stay in the South after they come back?

He sent someone to find out that the more than two hundred scholars who went north were a relatively outstanding group. Thinking of this, Xie Zhan felt extremely sorry.

"Master, you asked us to pass the post to Gu, and Gu accepted it."
Chapter completed!