Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 413 Yan Yi Advises the Emperor Again

After they finished eating the rice porridge, Grandpa Meng told them to rest in the yard first.

"Old Song, you guys rest first, and I'll ask Yuer to bring you food in the evening."

"Thank you, Meng...mayor."

After wandering for a few months, he was used to the coldness and warmth of people and the white eyes of the world. After hearing Mayor Meng's heartwarming words, Bantou Song's eyes became moist again.

"Oh, I'm old, I can't watch this." Grandpa Meng walked out after finishing speaking, but the old man only walked a few steps, then stopped and turned his head to the leader of Song, and they told them: "You guys rest first, there is no time for you to stop." What are we talking about in two days?"

"Eh."

Everyone watched Mayor Meng leave, feeling at ease for the first time in months.

Song Bantou glanced at everyone, and said what was in his heart, "We all listen to Mayor Meng, and rest for two days. When everyone recovers, we are looking for Mayor Meng and ask him to give us Assign a job."

"Yes." Everyone replied together.

After Grandpa Meng left the school yard, he asked people to go to the town to collect some old clothes for the refugees from Qingzhou.

The weather here is cold, it's okay during the day, but it's really hard for them at night.

He himself went to the Zhou family compound and ordered some coarse cotton cloth, and he planned to let those people who came from Qingzhou make cotton clothes by themselves.

Of course, the cotton was provided by the granddaughter.

Before dinner, Fu Xinci and Qi He sat outside the stove and chattered: "My grandfather is really worried about his life. Over the years, the things that have worried him are one after another, and it seems that it never stops."

It was an accident within an accident to think of those refugees today.

Fu Xinci couldn't help sighing: "Oh!"

"I know this. My father and I are in trouble. The first person who wanted to discuss it was Grandpa Meng."

"Isn't it? My father and I are the same."

After Fu Xinci finished speaking, she rested her chin on her right hand to help her grandfather worry.

Qi He didn't want Sister Fu to be so distressed, thinking of Xiu Mu tomorrow, he made a decision to be lazy with Sister Fu.

"Sister Fu, let's go to Dragon City to play with the captain and the others tomorrow."

"That's enough, Dragon City should be quite busy this season."

"Yeah, it's autumn harvest, I still want to play, if my father finds out, he'll give me a slap."

"It's okay, Uncle Qi won't know."

"hey-hey."

After dinner, the Meng family father and son finished talking about the autumn harvest, and then they talked about the refugees in Qingzhou.

"Father, Uncle Song and the others have more than a hundred people, how should we arrange it?"

"The weather is going to be cold soon, we can only help as much as possible. Otherwise, they will freeze to death even if they don't starve to death."

"Yes."

Both the father and son are worrying about the refugees in Qingzhou, and at the other side of the school, Leader Song and the others are also sitting in the yard discussing.

"Our more than a hundred mouths are a big burden, and it would be unreasonable to fall on Mayor Meng. Not to mention that Mayor Meng is no longer the county magistrate of Qingzhou, and he has no responsibility to control us at all."

"Brother Song is right, but now we have no place to go."

"Yeah, the weather is cold, where else can we go with our outfits."

"I don't want to leave after seeing Mr. Meng. We still have the strength to earn a living. The only thing we want is that Mr. Meng will support us."

"Zhang Bold, don't talk nonsense, it will bring trouble to Mayor Meng."

"Well, I'm not talking nonsense, I just want to stay in the same place with Mayor Meng. With Mayor Meng here, we have a bottom line in our hearts."

"Yes, with Mayor Meng here, we can live a good life."

"Yes, Master Meng has been here for more than [-] years, how wonderful our Qingzhou is."

"Shh, if you want to call Mayor Meng, why can't you remember?"

"Remember, remember, it's Mayor Meng."

Two days later, a letter from Feige appeared on the case in the imperial study.

After the emperor read the letter submitted by Yan Yi, Longyan was furious, "It's unreasonable. The journey from Qingzhou to Liaodong is a long way, more than a thousand miles. How many state capitals have those refugees passed by, and none of them took them in?"

Yan Yi really wanted to say that if the state government took them in, those refugees would not have gone to Liaodong.

emperor:…

One magistrate is like this, two magistrates are like this, what if all magistrates are like this?
Is it because he, the emperor, has failed a bit?

Seeing the emperor scolding halfway, Yan Yi suddenly shut up and pretended to be in deep thought, knowing that the emperor slipped away again.

Well, the emperor slipped away, he didn't dare to slip away, he could only stare at the ground, pretending he didn't know anything.

In the incense burner on the high table, cigarette smoke curls up and slowly dissipates without a sound.

In the imperial study room, you could hear the sound of needles falling quietly, the emperor's brows furrowed, then stretched out...

In this way, I don't know how many times I went back and forth.The emperor suddenly said: "Yan Aiqing, do you think it is appropriate for me to make an order for Meng Qingping to return to Qingzhou as the county magistrate?"

The emperor's words fell into Yan Yi's ears, and his first reaction was that this move was a little too much.

Think about it, when Meng Qingping was the county magistrate of Qingzhou, Qingzhou was governed in an orderly manner, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Then you listen to those old dudes, you have to let them go to Liaodong with the Meng clan.

Now that Qingzhou has been plagued by floods, there is only one name left, and you remember to ask Meng Qingping to wipe your ass.

This is not something humans can do.

It's too shameless.

Yan Yi complained frantically in his heart, but he dared not say it out of his mouth.

"...?" Seeing that Yan Yi didn't talk to him, the emperor showed obvious impatience on his face.

"Back to the emperor, the last time I went to Liaodong, I saw that Meng Qingping was old, and now I don't know if he can withstand the fatigue of the journey."

"That's right, I didn't think carefully."

The emperor was about to sigh, according to Yan Yi's words, Meng Qingping was already an old man, I am afraid that he had to be supported when walking and getting into the car, so he couldn't force others to make things difficult for him.

But now that he knew that the refugees from Qingzhou had arrived in Liaodong, he couldn't pretend not to know.

This, what should I do?
Seeing that the emperor picked up the folding fan and was about to knock the head servant again, Yan Yi boldly stepped forward to propose.

"Your majesty, why don't you order some relief supplies to be distributed to the refugees in Qingzhou."

When the emperor heard Yan Yi mentioned disaster relief supplies, he thought of the need for money for disaster relief.But what is most lacking in the national treasury today is silver.

Seeing that the emperor's face turned ugly, Yan Yi immediately went on to say: "You don't need to give too much money. According to my humble opinion, each person only needs to give two taels of silver, and some food, cotton clothes and bedding can appease the emperor." to live with these refugees."

The emperor was overjoyed when he heard Yan Yi's words, "Two liang of silver per person is enough?"

"Hmm. Your Majesty is kind enough to give those refugees a few more catties of food. They must be very grateful to him."

(End of this chapter)