Murong Fu said: "Shi Bo is sure that the letter was really written by Cai Zhixiang. It seems that Cai Zhixiang had expected his unexpected situation. After seeing Cai Zhixiang's letter, the person behind the assassin arranged for targeting him.
Shi Bo's assassination operation seems to be about to kill him."
Zhang Dun slowly closed his eyes, feeling indescribable fatigue in his tone: "Since the establishment of this dynasty, the court has been in conflict with each other for a long time. The left and right are just demoted officials, and no matter how bad they are, they are exiled. I have never heard of it.
It is a saying that harms people's lives. Nowadays, these shameless old men don't even want the last bit of face!"
Zhang Dun opened his eyes suddenly, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes: "If I return to my appearance in the future, I will definitely open the coffin and kill the corpse of Sima to thank the world!"
Murong Fu slowly shuddered: These literati are really cruel when they become cruel.
The next morning, the two of them took a pleasure boat and headed north to Bianliang.
At this time, the Yellow River had not yet diverted to the Huai River. The world's canal transportation was centered on Bianliang. It was the best route to Beijing from the Jiangnan section first, and then through Huainan East Road.
Apart from Zhang Dun and Murong Fu, there were only seven or eight servants who served.
I had nothing to say until I entered the territory of Chuzhou, the pleasure boat had to stop.
Azhu said: "Young Master, we may have to change the road ahead."
Murong Fu was slightly surprised: "Why is this?"
"I came to report that this year the Huaihe River has flooded, and more than a dozen prefectures and counties along the coast have been flooded. Now only official ships carrying grain are allowed to pass on the canal, and other civil ships are not allowed to pass."
Murong Fu said: "This makes even more sense. Even if you want to transport grain, the Jiangnan section is not as good as the Bian River, and its transportation capacity is limited. I have never said that you restrict the passage of civilian ships."
Azhu said: "I really don't know this."
Murong Fu sighed, "Forget it, maybe the court has other arrangements." As he said that, he turned to Zhang Dun who was standing aside: "Zhang Zhixiang has been practicing in the palace for a long time. Now he has the opportunity. Why not take this opportunity to understand the people's feelings.
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Zhang Dun said: "I have only faded out of the officialdom for a few years. I don't expect that the world has become so decayed. People are really suffering. I'm good to take this opportunity to see the people's sentiments, and I'd better go to the saint after entering Beijing in the future.
report."
So the group abandoned their boats and set out for Chuzhou City.
After a flood, the prefectures and counties along the Huai River were filled with sorrow. After the flood, the surviving victims rushed to the prefecture city to seek a way to survive.
The government has set up a porridge shed. If a strong person is lucky, he can get a bowl of thin porridge to fill his stomach. More elderly, weak, women and children can only leave it to fate.
The huge fire was burning, keeping the victims warm, and it was also burning the victims who died due to the epidemic to avoid the spread of the disease.
All I saw along the way were trembling victims. Because the flood was so urgent, many people did not bring much property from their families when they escaped. Nowadays, many families who had poor family income even had problems eating.
In order to survive, some people put grass marks on their heads and bet on an unpredictable future.
Abi's face turned slightly white, and her slender hands tightly clutched Murong Fu's clothes: Although she was the maid who served Murong Fu, she had always been a pampering life that others could serve. Never have ever seen such a thing.
The miserable scene. However, Azhu is relatively calm, as if he has seen many such scenes.
Zhang Dun walked a few steps to a porridge shed. The hungry people queuing up to see Zhang Dun and his party's luxurious clothes that were very different from those around him. They immediately felt a little afraid and consciously made a way out.
Zhang Dun snatched the porridge spoon made by the porridge guru, stirred it hard in the big pot, and threw the spoon back into the pot. A few drops of porridge water splashed, and the clear porridge water was clean.
It is necessary to clearly reflect Zhang Dun's angry face: "Bastard! Is this porridge? Ah, is this porridge? Who asked you to donate porridge like this? Who is you in charge of the business? Call him over!"
That's right, even the rice washing water from wealthy families is thicker than it.
The porridge-don was so angry that his hair was full of hair and beards, and when he saw Zhang Dun's style, he was shocked at the time and said stammeringly: "The superiors stipulate that each stove should be three pounds a day.
Mi, we are just obedient to our orders. Although we are second-class households, most of the land in our family was flooded after the flood. We still have to deal with it. This is a miserable person."
Zhang Dun was stunned and then realized: Since Yuanyou, all the new laws have been abolished, and the "service law" designed by Wang Jinggong has long disappeared. The person in front of him was also the flat head of the local area who was pulled over to the yamen.
What kind of anger will the common people make themselves and him?
Although Zhang Dun felt a little apologized, his expression remained unchanged. He brushed his sleeves and snorted coldly: "I'll ask you guys to come here! I'll ask him!"
The little official wanted to say a word, and saw him calling someone next to him to take his place, and then immediately called someone.
In less than a cup of tea, the previous minor official led a minor official wearing a blue official robe over.
When he came to Zhang Dun, the little official took the initiative to bow, neither humble nor arrogant: "In Xia Zong Rulin, he is now the county magistrate of Chuzhou, and the matters related to the porridge cooking here are the ones. I don't know where the father-in-law came from and what he has.
See the teachings?”
Zhang Dun is nearly 60 years old and is considered an absolute old man in this era, so there is no problem for the county magistrate of Zong to call him "father-in-law".
Seeing that the visitor was decent, Zhang Dun was so angry that he was not easy to get angry. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you a local county magistrate? Why is the porridge given so thin? How can such porridge fill the stomach? As a court official, you
Although the responsibilities are small, you must be worthy of the official uniform you are wearing."
Murong Fu secretly missed it in his heart, not surprised by Zhang Dun's demeanor, but admired the eyesight and attitude of the county magistrate surnamed Zong.
If someone who is not opens his eyes, the best result is that Lao Zhang will be scolded: "Mediating on other people's business", how can he be treated politely like this? Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look at Zong County Magistrate with more eyes.
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The county magistrate Zong said: "What my father-in-law is talking about is the matter of eating the king's fortune and being loyal to the king. The command of the Shangguan, we can only do this in the lower officials. Alas."
The previous minor official couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted, "Brother-in-law, our county magistrate has been doing his best on the construction site for the past half month, and has donated most of his official salary to help the victims.
you......"
Obviously, this minor official judged from Zhang Dun's demeanor and behavior that the other party was probably a private visit official, so he was busy defending his boss.
Zhang Dun sighed: "Where is your magistrate now? With such a big disaster, why didn't he see him attend the disaster site in person?"
The minor official said: "The magistrate set out to the Transportation Office three days ago, saying that he had urgent official duties."
Zhang Dun suppressed his anger and cursed: "It's just a random piano player. What urgent official duties can be more important than disaster relief at present?"