The governor felt that things were not going well, so he made a last-ditch struggle, hoping that the food would not arrive and the victims would not be able to get food. Seeing that hope was dashed, he would definitely be angrier and the riot would be even more violent.

The hungry victims saw hope and felt even hungrier, asking again and again: "Sir, sir, when will the food arrive?"

"My little grandson is going to starve to death!"

"Yes, sir, when will the life-saving food arrive?"

The governor urged: "My lord, you should give these poor people a right word!"

Dongming Ziyu raised his voice and said, "Here he comes!"

"Where is it? Where is it?" Everyone stretched their necks and looked around.

In the distance, I heard the sound of carriages and horses and the shouts of drivers driving animals. The victims suddenly became quiet, their expressions were excited, and their hearts beat faster. I saw a motorcade appearing from the official road in the distance, and every time

The carts were all loaded with tall bags, one, two, three... carts full of grain were turning out of the mountain road in a steady stream, and the end could not be seen at a glance. The carts were pulling

The mules and horses were walking heavily, and the driver looked tired, obviously having walked a long way.

There were guards and soldiers on horseback next to them, all of them majestic, carrying swords at their waists, smart and capable, with cold eyes.

Rong Chuan, Dong Youtian and Shuan Zhu were riding in the front, looking tired, covered in dust, with a little blood on their clothes, but their eyes were bright and there was a smile on their lips.

The governor's face was ashen, and the second prince actually came in person! The Dingbian Army even sent troops to respond! What about the people he sent to rob the grain truck?

What about his close followers who fell into the hands of Dongming Ziyu?

If he handed all these witnesses to the second prince, wouldn't he be completely doomed?

The victims all stared at the grain truck team eagerly and kept swallowing their saliva. They did not dare to blink, for fear that the grain truck team would disappear in a blink of an eye.

Dongming Ziyu said quietly: "The food is here."

"Ah!" Someone shouted hoarsely, crying, "My son is saved!"

Many victims cried and knelt down to kowtow to Dongming Ziyu, expressing their gratitude.

Rongchuan, Dongyoutian and Shuanzhu urged their horses, took the lead in arriving at the high platform, turned over and dismounted.

Higashi Arita stumbled and almost fell. He wiped his unshaven face with his dusty sleeves and smiled honestly, "Si'er, I'm not late, am I?"

Dongming Ziyu felt sad and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's just right."

He walked down the high platform and saluted Rong Chuan: "I pay homage to the second prince and thank him for traveling thousands of miles to send food! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The governor's face was ashen and he wanted to run away immediately, but he could only lead the officials to salute Rong Chuan: "I pay my respects to the second prince! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The common people were even more afraid of the imperial power, and they all knelt down and yelled, "Greetings to the second prince! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Rong Chuan jumped onto the high platform and said loudly: "You have suffered! When my father learned that you were suffering from the disaster, he was very anxious. He summoned the senior ministers all night to discuss countermeasures and mobilized grain from various government warehouses to provide disaster relief.

However, in the past few years, wars have been raging for many years, and the people are in dire straits. There is no food in the official warehouses in many places. It is difficult to collect all the food in a short while. It is also difficult for my father. I am so anxious that I can’t eat or sleep, and my mouth is full of bubbles.

My father shared his worries and rode an eight-hundred-mile horse to the south of the Yangtze River. He contacted some kind-hearted big grain merchants and asked them to transport grain and sell it to you at the pre-disaster price to survive. In a short time, the court's disaster relief grain

Food is here too.”

The common people were simple and angry when they heard that the emperor was so worried about them. They cried and shouted: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"

Rong Chuan said: "No gifts, prepare to receive food!"

Dongming Ziyu ordered the magistrates of each disaster-stricken county to open household registration books, take roll calls, verify the population, and prepare for grain distribution.

Shangguan also took the clerks from Xinglin Medical Center and the helping officers to take out the medicinal materials purchase contract that had been copied long ago, and prepared to sign the contract with the victims who had no money to buy food.

Jiang Tongzhi directed the officers to unload the trucks and move the grain, stack them according to several counties, prepare the measuring buckets and bags, and prepare to distribute the grain. The governor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and saw that everyone was in full swing and busy in an orderly manner. No one was there.

Paying attention to him, he quietly stepped back. After withdrawing from the crowd, he turned around and ran away. The governor felt that things were not good, so he made a final struggle, hoping that the food would not arrive and the victims would not be able to get food. Seeing that hope was shattered, he was sure

The angrier you are, the more violent the quarrel will be.

The hungry victims saw hope and felt even hungrier, asking again and again: "Sir, sir, when will the food arrive?"

"My little grandson is going to starve to death!"

"Yes, sir, when will the life-saving food arrive?"

The governor urged: "My lord, you should give these poor people a right word!"

Dongming Ziyu raised his voice and said, "Here he comes!"

"Where is it? Where is it?" Everyone stretched their necks and looked around.

In the distance, I heard the sound of carriages and horses and the shouts of drivers driving animals. The victims suddenly became quiet, their expressions were excited, and their hearts beat faster. I saw a motorcade appearing from the official road in the distance, and every time

The carts were all loaded with tall bags, one, two, three... carts full of grain were turning out of the mountain road in a steady stream, and the end could not be seen at a glance. The carts were pulling

The mules and horses were walking heavily, and the driver looked tired, obviously having walked a long way.

There were guards and soldiers on horseback next to them, all of them majestic, carrying swords at their waists, smart and capable, with cold eyes.

Rong Chuan, Dong Youtian and Shuan Zhu were riding in the front, looking tired, covered in dust, with a little blood on their clothes, but their eyes were bright and there was a smile on their lips.

The governor's face was ashen, and the second prince actually came in person! The Dingbian Army even sent troops to respond! What about the people he sent to rob the grain truck?

What about his close followers who fell into the hands of Dongming Ziyu?

If he handed all these witnesses to the second prince, wouldn't he be completely doomed?

The victims all stared at the grain truck team eagerly and kept swallowing their saliva. They did not dare to blink, for fear that the grain truck team would disappear in a blink of an eye.

Dongming Ziyu said quietly: "The food is here."

"Ah!" Someone shouted hoarsely, crying, "My son is saved!"

Many victims cried and knelt down to kowtow to Dongming Ziyu, expressing their gratitude.

Rongchuan, Dongyoutian and Shuanzhu urged their horses, took the lead in arriving at the high platform, turned over and dismounted.

Higashi Arita stumbled and almost fell. He wiped his unshaven face with his dusty sleeves and smiled honestly, "Si'er, I'm not late, am I?"

Dongming Ziyu felt sad and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's just right."

He walked down the high platform and saluted Rong Chuan: "I pay homage to the second prince and thank him for traveling thousands of miles to send food! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The governor's face was ashen and he wanted to run away immediately, but he could only lead the officials to salute Rong Chuan: "I pay my respects to the second prince! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The common people were even more afraid of the imperial power, and they all knelt down and yelled, "Greetings to the second prince! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Rong Chuan jumped onto the high platform and said loudly: "You have suffered! When my father learned that you were suffering from the disaster, he was very anxious. He summoned the senior ministers all night to discuss countermeasures and mobilized grain from various government warehouses to provide disaster relief.

However, in the past few years, wars have been raging for many years, and the people are in dire straits. There is no food in the official warehouses in many places. It is difficult to collect all the food in a short while. It is also difficult for my father. I am so anxious that I can’t eat or sleep, and my mouth is full of bubbles.

My father shared his worries and rode an eight-hundred-mile horse to the south of the Yangtze River. He contacted some kind-hearted big grain merchants and asked them to transport grain and sell it to you at the pre-disaster price to survive. In a short time, the court's disaster relief grain

Food is here too.”

The common people were simple and angry when they heard that the emperor was so worried about them. They cried and shouted: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"

Rong Chuan said: "No gifts, prepare to receive food!"

Dongming Ziyu ordered the magistrates of each disaster-stricken county to open household registration books, take roll calls, verify the population, and prepare for grain distribution.

Shangguan also took the clerks from Xinglin Medical Center and the helping officers to take out the medicinal materials purchase contract that had been copied long ago, and prepared to sign the contract with the victims who had no money to buy food.

Jiang Tongzhi directed the officers to unload the trucks and move the grain, stack them according to several counties, prepare the measuring buckets and bags, and prepare to distribute the grain. The governor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and saw that everyone was in full swing and busy in an orderly manner. No one was there.
Chapter completed!