Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 130
Riding horses all the way, raising dust and sand.

After passing through Hedong Road, step into the land of Hebei Road.

Zhao Wujiang didn't feel any signs of severe drought, but he wasn't surprised.

Hebei Road covers an extremely large area, with as many as [-] to [-] state capitals under its jurisdiction, comparable to dozens of Chang'an cities.

Now they just stepped into Hebei Road, which is roughly close to Handan and adjacent to Hedong Road. Even if there is a drought, Hedong Road will give a helping hand.

What they were going to was the Observation History Mansion further north, and the disaster-stricken Youzhou Dingzhou Cangzhou and other places.

Horse neighing, hoofbeats.

Zhao Wujiang, Wen Yu, and Li Yuanxiao, the three of them, the ones with the lowest cultivation level were all close to extraordinary, and they rode their horses non-stop all the way without feeling tired.

But the horse didn't have a moment to rest.

It was another night, and the three of them arrived at Julu, where they drank horses and rested in Daze, the only lake in Hebei Road.

Xiao Yuzi and Wen Yu walked all the way, and they didn't talk much. While riding the horse, they were still in the mood to watch the scenery along the way.

He obeyed Zhao Wujiang's instructions without any objection.

In Xiao Yuzi Wen Yu's heart, Zhao Wujiang is his idol.

Because in his opinion, both he and Zhao Wujiang are incomplete people of the same kind, but Zhao Wujiang is already an extremely human minister, and he is still so talented, which he often envies.

He took the initiative to ask for the task of protecting Zhao Wujiang this time.

At this moment, he was feeding the horses, as quiet as a handsome boy.

Zhao Wujiang and Li Yuanxiao raised a bonfire, and the firewood was burning, crackling.

"I never asked you, who was the name of the investigator who framed you back then." Zhao Wujiang asked while fiddled with Huoshi.

The long memory hit, Li Yuanxiao was a little lost in thought, his eyes were filled with the light of hatred, "Xu Jingzong!"

"Xu Jingzong?" Zhao Wujiang's expression turned pale. Isn't this person above the court?Now it is not as good as the fourth grade, how could it have been a history of observation?

From this point of view, Xu Jingzong's status among the group of people behind the scenes of Li Yi's mansion is not simple.

Many years ago, He Lanshi was only a girl, so it was impossible for him to hook up with He Lanshi.

Then the person behind the scenes who did evil, aided the evildoers, and conspired to pollute Li Yifu should be Xu Jingzong!
"Yes." Li Yuanxiao chewed dry food and continued:
"This old thief is mostly unsmiling and indifferent on weekdays. He treats people in the Shifu mansion pretty well, and he doesn't seem to have deep thoughts at all.

If Li Yifu didn't insult my wife and he shielded Li Yifu, I might never know the true face of this person until I die. "

"Does your wife do housework on weekdays?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered.

Li Yuanxiao said in a deep voice: "I am a clerk, and she usually cleans the wing rooms in the mansion with another old woman."

Zhao Wujiang was silent, Li Yuanxiao's wife might not have simply been humiliated and thrown into a well.

"Ayu, come and eat some dry food, let's continue on our way later!"

Wen Yu stood on the lake, heard the words, and walked on the waves.

Li Yuanxiao looked stern, and ran all the way from Chang'an. On the way, he occasionally saw the young man next to Zhao Wujiang making a move, and he knew that this smiling young man was at least an extraordinary powerhouse.

While he was shocked, he was even more afraid of Zhao Wujiang.

Although he swallowed Zhao Wujiang's Gu Pill, he had never heard of any Gu Pill since he was a child, thinking that Zhao Wujiang was just a bluff.

But this extraordinary young man's admiration and respect for Zhao Wujiang was taken into his eyes, and Zhao Wujiang in his eyes naturally became more and more mysterious.

The setting sun was like blood. After five days of traveling day and night, the three of Zhao Wujiang finally arrived at the Observation History Mansion.

On the way, they saw yellow sand all over the sky, the vegetation on the land had disappeared, and the root system was also pushed up.

Presumably, the victims could not bear the hunger and had already eaten the roots of the tree.

Before observing the Shifu, five figures were already waiting.

"I have been waiting for Mr. Zhao for a long time!" said the leader.

He is a middle-aged man with silver hair and high spirits. His eyes are deep, as if hiding mountains and rivers. He is Yang Bingen, the history of Jijie observation in Hebei Province today.

Four people around him greeted him, all three of them were thick-backed and armored.

The other has bushy hair and bushy eyes.

The Governor of Cangzhou, Dingzhou, Youzhou, and Observation Lang of Hebei Road-the person who assists the observation history in carrying out government affairs.

Zhao Wujiang returned the gift, and several people walked towards the mansion while chatting.

on the dining table.

On the table was a large bowl of porridge, occasional black and green vegetable leaves, a small basket of steamed buns, and a stack of dried radishes.

"Forgive me, but now the drought has affected far more than the three major prefectures. The government can only shrink down and save food, and wait for the support from the court." Observer Shi Yang Bingen looked sad and apologized.

He got up and filled a glass of wine for Zhao Wujiang, the wine had only a faint smell of alcohol, presumably it was the product of blending white water.

Into the throat like clear water.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that the half piece of jade hanging from Yang Bingen's waist was almost exactly the same as the half piece of jade that Wang Yifang gave him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two looked at each other, then quickly looked away.

Yang Bingen introduced the other four to Zhao Wujiang one by one.

When he introduced Observer Lang, Yang Bingen had a smile on his face:
"This is the observer of the house. He has assisted the old man in dealing with a lot of things. He is honest and honest. It's just that the old man often feels that he is not a scholar."

Observing Lang toasted, "Master Zhao, I have admired your name for a long time! I wonder who are the two beside you?"

Zhao Wujiang also had a smiling face: "I am a member of the Zhao family, the book boy Ayu, and the captain of the army, Zhao Li!"

"Humph!"

As soon as Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, the governor of Dingzhou slapped the table with his big hands:
"Lord Zhao, when will the relief food and grass arrive here?

One day late, do you know how many soldiers' lives will be lost?

They have already given away a lot of food to the people, if they wait longer, how will they defend the western frontier? "

"Old Gao, don't speak so loudly, be careful not to frighten this kid! Since he was sent by the court, let him make arrangements."

The governor of Youzhou answered.

Hebei Road is far away from Chang'an and close to the border. They don't know what Zhao Wujiang did in Chang'an City. Seeing that Zhao Wujiang is so young, they only think that the elders in the court sent their own heirs to coat the gold.

Zhao Wujiang did not speak.

The governor of Cangzhou had a cold face: "Is there no one in the court? I heard that Mr. Zhao is a third-rank official? He actually came to this remote village in person, and brought a book boy? Are you sure you are here for disaster relief?"

The bearded observer slapped the wine glass on the table.

"How many days did the news spread to Chang'an? Master Zhao has already arrived at the Observation History Mansion. Don't you know how far it is from Chang'an to this place? A bunch of reckless people!" The observer's eyes showed admiration:

"On the night when the news first entered Chang'an, Mr. Zhao had already started hosting a banquet to raise funds. Do you know this kind of intention? Are you still only leading troops to fight with such words?"

The three governors choked for a moment, they didn't expect that the disaster relief fund was prepared by Zhao Wujiang.

The governor of Youzhou drank a glass of wine, did not look at the crowd, and said to himself:
"Hmph, even so, how much can he prepare? Does he know how many disaster victims there are in Hebei Province?
A hypocrite in officialdom. "

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, and the steamed buns in his mouth were no longer fragrant. He hated people who slandered Zhao Wujiang.

"boom".

A soft sound.

The wine glass in the hands of the governor of Youzhou instantly turned into crumbs.

Wen Yu's young man withdrew his smiling face, and said in a deep voice:

"Then I'll tell you how much Mr. Zhao has prepared!"

(End of this chapter)