Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 990 Sober Pain

  Zhao Hanzhang didn't want to leave Yongzhou at first. In her eyes, all Sizhou was defeated, and the nearby Yongzhou naturally belonged to her. Oh, no, it belonged to the imperial court.

  Fu Zhi is a loyal and patriotic person. As long as she stands by the little emperor's side, he will be loyal to the court she manages. Rounding off, Yongzhou belongs to her.

  So this time, she also prepared food from Yongzhou.

  However, the death of the King of Nanyang was beyond her expectation. She did not expect that she had wiped out the Huns. The King of Nanyang, who should have died in the hands of the Huns in history, still died.

  Zhao Hanzhang is really sorry. She appointed Fu Yi as the governor of Yongzhou. She originally wanted to transfer the King of Nanyang back to Nanyang, and then find an excuse to send him to Jingzhou...

  Ahem, didn’t the gentry in the south and the gentry who fled to the south from the north want to support King Langya to fight her?

  Then she will send them another prince there. Counting, although the blood of King Nanyang is not as close as that of King Langya, he is of a higher seniority.

   When King Langya saw King Nanyang, he had to call him uncle.

  The most important thing is that his elder brother Sima Yue, the king of the East China Sea, once ruled the world and served as the regent for a while. One thing to say, many of the gentry and nobles who fled south now miss the king of the East China Sea.

  If he goes to Jingzhou, he will live on the edge of Yangzhou and be a neighbor with King Langya, it must be very lively.

  If he could live in Yangzhou, it would be even more lively, but unfortunately, he died.

  Zhao Hanzhang was very sorry, and then put aside the matter. After discussing with Ji Yuan and others, she agreed to Fu Zhi, exempting Yongzhou from paying money, and exempting Jingzhao Mansion from paying taxes for two years.

  Because the situation in Chang'an was not very good, Zhao Hanzhang squeezed out ten carts of grain from Zhao's army and sent it to Chang'an.

Zhao Hanzhang's reply letter was sent to Chang'an together with the food. Fu Zhi wept his clothes, held the letter and stepped on the shaft of the car, and said to the Chang'an people who were staring at the food under the green light: "This is the relief sent by the general. Grain, the general said, when Yuzhou buys enough grain, people will send it over, the court has not forgotten Chang'an, and neither has Your Majesty."

  The common people looked slightly startled, and remained silent.

Fu Zhi wiped away his tears, and said to the people surrounding the grain cart: "Go back and bring your cloth bags and household registrations. You should be poor first and then rich. The elderly and young people in the family will get the relief food first. Every household is given relief food, and those who are not enough will be replenished when the next relief food arrives."

As soon as everyone heard this, they ran to the county office or their homes. Some people went directly to the county office to line up, and some went back to get the cloth bags. They didn't believe what they would say next time. Who knows the next batch of relief food When will you arrive?

  Just listen to what the officials say. If it wasn't for Fu Zhi who spoke this time, they wouldn't even listen.

  Fu Zhi kept his promise, not a single grain of the relief food received this time was withheld, and all of it was distributed to the people, which made Chang'an officials and soldiers very dissatisfied.

  But when they came to the door, Fu Zhi sighed and said to them: "I know why you came, this time I wronged you."

  The general sat down on the mat, and said with a gray face: "Zhongshu can't just care about the people and ignore the soldiers in the army. We have to guard the gates and suppress bandits and chaos. We can't let the soldiers go hungry."

   "That's right, Zhongshu, the amount of rice boiled in the army can now be counted by rice grains. The soldiers don't say that they can fill their stomachs, but they must have a bowl of thick porridge a day? Otherwise, how can everyone contribute?"

  The officials were also worried, and said to Fu Zhi: "Chang'an has not distributed salaries for three months. We are fine, but the officials below have to support their families, so we can't delay any longer."

Fu Zhi responded repeatedly: "I know, but the famine in Chang'an has caused many people to starve to death in the past few years. This time, the king of Nanyang died of illness. If the king of Nanyang is not appeased, there may be chaos in Chang'an again. Therefore, the food relief is limited to the needs of the people. .”

The generals and officials still had opinions, so Fu Zhi said with a slightly cold face: "Now all the opinions on the relief food will be sent out. Unless the next time the relief food arrives, I will not be able to get the food, but I have a way to raise food." .”

  He said: "The Suanyuan order, you are also among them. For the welfare of the generals, soldiers and officials, you can count the assets in your home and pay the Suanyuan money according to the law. I think this can alleviate Chang'an's predicament to some extent."

  The generals and officials immediately fell silent.

  Fu Zhi calmed down and said to them: "Please appease the soldiers and officials, I will ask the court for relief money and food."

   Several people got up and retreated.

  Fu Zhi let out a sigh of relief, his brows were full of exhaustion, he took out a notebook he carried with him to write a diary, the people in Chang’an had reached their limit, and Fu Zhi felt that he was also reaching his limit,

  Recently, he felt physically tired and his spirit was not as good as before, so that his mind began to become confused.

  He doesn't know what will happen to Dajin in the future, nor what will happen to the Fu family.

  His sons are all scattered all over the place. Except for the eldest son, the other sons have no contact with him, and they don’t know whether they have lived or died in the past few years.

   And the eldest son...

  Thinking of the eldest son and princess who were being detained in Shu at this time, Fu Zhi thought for a long time, but still found out the letter he had written long ago.

  He wanted to tear up the letter, but he was unwilling. In the end, he spread out the letter paper and wrote a new one.

He knew that the relationship between Ting Han and the eldest son princess was not very good. There was a problem between their parents and children, so they hadn't contacted each other for many years, and they didn't greet each other. Obviously, they want to use them as hostages to get something from Zhao Hanzhang.

  Thinking of this, Fu Zhi became even more worried.

  Fu Zhi is different from Zhao Changyu.

  When Zhao Changyu was dying, he thought about state affairs, and even more about his family, while Fu Zhi felt that children and grandchildren should have their own blessings, and the rise and fall of a family need not be too forceful.

  He consciously tried his best to raise his sons. The future depends on them to live. He only loves his eldest grandson who was treated harshly and never enjoyed the love of his parents.

  In terms of family affairs, he can figure it out, but in terms of state affairs, he is unwilling to let go easily.

  The latter involves the life and death of thousands of people.

  Fu Zhi is not a pedantic person. He is loyal to the Emperor Jin because peace is worse than chaos. Once the Emperor Jin is lost, the world will be torn apart.

  So no matter who it is, no matter what happens, he will strongly support the Jin family, because the world needs a superior person to rule.

  However, now Zhao Hanzhang's reputation and ability made him suspicious. Under such circumstances, would it really be good for the Jin family to continue?

  Especially the generals and officials in Chang'an, Fu Zhi is even more exhausted, so, is it necessary to change the day, so that these people can take advantage of the trend and the world can be rejuvenated?

See you tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)