high official

Chapter 160

"Why?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.

"..." Zhou Xin was silent for a long while, and then slowly said: "Although there are no princes and ministers on the shore of the land, the palaces and yamen in the court still share the food." Then he whispered: " The man ran away, and he can be arrested later. But if that man falls into the hands of Jin Yiwei, the foundation of the country will be shaken."

Wang Xian understands a little bit, I heard that although the Crown Prince has been in the East Palace for many years, Emperor Yongle still wants to pass the throne to the King of Han, and Ji Gang, the Commander of the Jinyiwei, is said to be a brother who exchanges posts with the King of Han... For the intrigue of the upper class, Wang Xian is like a fog Looking at the flowers inside, it is not very clear.Zhou Xin didn't want to talk too much, but just let him remember that he must not let that person fall into Jin Yiwei's hands.But Wang Xian was a little confused. Is this credit really that important?How could it be possible to shake the country?Or does that person have the handle of the prince and his gang?It seems that this explanation is more reliable.

But these questions are too far away from him, even if he can figure it out, it's useless. Wang Xian put away his mixed thoughts, saw that Zhou Nengtai had already picked up the teacup, he stood up, saluted and left.

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On the second day, at the Second Hall of the Yamen of Jinhua Mansion, the prefect of Su and a group of officials, as well as the magistrates of various counties gathered together to discuss how to relieve the victims.Wang Xian was also able to attend, and the official of the government government added a scorpion to him behind the chair of Mizhi County...

"In the previous disaster relief, Fuyang County in Hangzhou Prefecture performed particularly well. The province has already notified all the prefectures of the strategy of 'scattered resettlement and relief with work' proposed by them. From the official down, everyone has read it , It’s really admirable.” Su Zhifu’s eyes glanced at all the magistrates, and seeing Mi Zhixian’s face changed slightly, he continued to say in a deep voice: “It’s because of this Jinhua disaster relief, we need to learn this strategy. The government specially consulted the original Fuyang County The Household Secretary, now Wang Dianshi from Pujiang County, Jinhua Prefecture, discussed repeatedly with all the adults in the mansion, and finally came up with a plan this morning. Take a look, if there is no objection, our Execute according to the plan." As he nodded, the scribe distributed the manuscripts to the county magistrates.

In addition to several county magistrates, Wang Xian also got a copy, and they hurriedly flipped through it carefully, while Su Zhifu was sitting intently, and there was only the continuous sound of pages turning in the second hall.

Mi Zhixian stared at a pair of dizzy old eyes and looked very carefully. When he saw the resettlement method, his face became very ugly, and he turned around and glared at Wang Xian.But seeing that he also had a look of astonishment, pointing to that one to show himself, it seemed that he didn't know.

The two people looked at each other, and Su Zhifu's eyes were drawn to him. He looked deeply at Lao Mi and said, "Mizhi County, do you have any objections?"

"Yes!" Mi Zhixian's voice was not loud, but it made everyone in the lobby startled, wondering what kind of medicine this dazed old Mi had taken by mistake today... No, it should be said what kind of wine he drank by mistake.

Mizhi County, however, seemed to be a different person, and said almost word by word: "This resettlement strategy is inconsistent with the original plan!"

"Where does it not match?!" Although Zhifu Su suppressed his tone, his tone was already serious.

However, Mizhi County was not affected at all and said: "In the original plan, there is no such thing as scattered placement, but centralized placement." Without looking at Su Zhifu's face, he loudly brought out the argument he made to Wang Xian yesterday, All the colleagues nodded.

"... Therefore, in my humble opinion, I would like to invite the lords of the government and all the adults to make a decision!" After a long speech, Mi Zhixian sat back in his seat.

There was silence in the lobby, all the officials looked at this old thing with admiration, but Su Zhifu's expression was extremely ugly.In all fairness, he also felt that what Mizhi County said was very reasonable, but this strategy of decentralized resettlement was decided by Zhou Nengtai himself.The reason why he didn't talk to Mizhi County anymore was because he always looked down on this muddled old alcoholic, but he didn't expect that the old alcoholic would also be sober, and he would fight him!

Although he did not expect it, but now that this situation has arisen, the prefect of Su must bear it. He said in a deep voice: "Mizhi County is overwhelmed. You are preconceived and treat the victims as a scourge!" After a pause, he said: "It's all me The pure and good people in Zhejiang can live in harmony with the locals, so why bother to create conflicts out of thin air? Besides, the severe winter is coming, how can you bear to let the victims live in the shacks that are leaking from the wind and rain?"

"Going back to Futai, disaster relief, we should have prepared for the worst." Mizhi County was unmoved and said: "The county builds a better hut, and distributes cotton-padded quilts in place, so people won't freeze to death. The most important thing is to pass this level smoothly, and there is no need to expect to live in harmony."

Su Zhifu was resisted by him.Now everyone present understands that Lao Mi is determined to get over this matter.But the prefect of Su is not willing to be a subordinate, so he disturbed the things that had been planned earlier, and said with a dark face: "I won't fight, and if the victims of the disaster starve to death, there will be no winners or losers." Without waiting for Mi Zhixian to reply, he Then he continued: "Just do as I said, if something goes wrong, I will take this black gauze as a crime!"

"At that time, it will really lead to civil unrest," Mizhi County was also anxious, and shouted loudly: "My lord, this black gauze can't stand it!"

"Presumptuous!" The magistrate Su was so furious, he slapped his palm on the case, stood up and said, "Wu Sha can't stand it, and there is still this human head, the magistrate of Buluomi has to worry about it!"

"..." The magistrate was forced to use the head of the item as a guarantee.If Mizhi County said anything else, he would not be able to escape the charge of disturbing Gangchang.Seeing that no one was willing to help, he had no choice but to shut up depressed.

"If you don't want to implement it, just say it now, and I will ask the court to change to a new magistrate!" Su Zhifu finally reversed his passivity, and seeing that Mi Zhixian did not say a word, he said in a cold voice: "If you still want to be this magistrate, don't let me go!" Execute without compromise, and the government will keep an eye on you!"

"Yes..." Mi Zhixian didn't want to be stripped of his black hat, so he had no choice but to respond gloomily, and sat down in his seat without making a sound.

"Any comments?" Su Zhifu adjusted his breathing and asked.

Seeing that the masters of Futai are so self-preserving, how can the county officials dare to make trouble again?They shook their heads one after another.

"Then let's go!" After explaining the general plan, the prefect Su was already in a bad mood, and he was the first to leave the room after speaking.

"Respectfully send off the magistrate!" The officials bowed in unison.

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The disaster was urgent, and we had to hurry back to prepare. After the meeting, the county magistrates went their separate ways.Wang Xianye and Lao Mi rode back to Pujiang.

On the way, Mizhi County kept silent, obviously very depressed.Naturally, Wang Xian didn't want to touch the bad luck, and he didn't say a word, thinking about his own thoughts... By the way, riding a horse is really painful, and his thighs are scorchingly painful!Of course this is not the point.

This trip to Fucheng really shocked Wang Xian too much.Only then did he truly appreciate the exactness of Xianyun's 'chess pieces'. Zhou Xin, Hu Yun, or the current emperor is playing a big game of chess, and when he is ready to capture and kill the opponent's dragon, he is just one of the many chess pieces. Although it seems that the position is very important, it is actually an ordinary chess piece, even a discarded piece...

To be honest, he doesn't expect anything in return now, he just wants to stay on the chessboard until the end of the game.Being able to live in peace is the greatest victory!But this is really difficult... because the next Pujiang County will be a chaotic situation where the Zheng family, the Mingjiao, the imperial court, and even the Jinyiwei will be mixed together.In order to survive or their goals, everyone will use all means without hesitation, including killing people... This little history of myself is on the cusp, and if I am not careful, I will be killed.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck! Thinking of the dangerous situation he was about to face, Wang Xian couldn't help cursing three times, but when he turned to Xianyun and Lingxiao, he was smiling all over his face: "Master Xianyun, from tonight the chicken legs will be yours. Sister Lingxiao , which restaurant do you want to eat Bawang meal, my brother will bring someone to support you there."

Xianyun was stunned, wondering which of the brats had made a mistake, but Ling Xiao said excitedly: "Okay, okay! I'm going to Xinghualou!"

"No problem." Wang Xian smiled humbly: "As long as you don't keep dozing off when you are on duty at night, anything will be fine."

"Oh, I'm not used to staying up late." Being mentioned about embarrassing things, Ling Xiao covered her face in embarrassment and said, "Okay, okay, at most I'll sleep well during the day, so that I won't be sleepy at night."

On the way back to the Pujiang River, the group saw victims fleeing famine in twos and threes everywhere.Mizhi County tried its best to talk to the victims, but found that their destination was probably Pujiang.The reason is simple. The first family in the south of the Yangtze River, which was called a model by Emperor Taizu, must be more effective in disaster relief than other places.After hearing this, Mizhi County didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

At sunset, when I arrived at the county seat, I saw a huge porridge factory had been built in front of the city gate.It is surrounded by reed mats, and there are several official guards in front of the wooden gate.There is a big wooden sign hanging on the gate, with the words 'Pujiang County Disaster Relief Porridge Field' written on it.

At this time, it was time to serve porridge. Thousands of disaster victims who first arrived at the Pujiang River were helping the old and the young, holding bowls in their hands, swarming from all directions, and filed into the porridge field.

There was a housekeeper, Zheng Sili, who was paying close attention to the situation of the first delivery of porridge. Seeing that the county magistrate had returned, he hurried forward to greet him and said, "My lord, I didn't expect the victims to come so fast. Fortunately, the Zheng family sent people and food to help. The porridge field was built in the county to meet the urgent need." But when he said this, he always had a sense of boasting.

As soon as he saw the structure of the porridge factory, Mizhi County knew that the Zheng family wanted to go with him, that is, centralized resettlement.Thinking of this, Mi Zhixian became very irritable, and said in a muffled voice: "Tear down the wall!"

"My lord, let's do it tomorrow." Wang Xian said softly, "At least there is still a shelter for the disaster victims today."

"No, it can't be discounted!" Mizhi County said angrily, "This county is now strictly implementing the rules from above, and it is forbidden for disaster victims to live together!"

The guards couldn't help being stunned, is this still a rice wine ghost who doesn't care about anything?
　finish writing.Tomorrow Saturday, I will take my son for a physical examination, and then go to the chrysanthemum exhibition, so there is only one update... I implore everyone to understand.

　　
　
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