Prosperous advisors

Chapter 421 Whipping the governor (1)
Rong Jin smiled and said, "Just don't worry, Qingqing, I have no enmity with these people." Although he didn't like it much, it wasn't to the point of treating them like nothing.At least these people are much more pleasing to the eye than those in the imperial city.

Now Prince Yu's Mansion and the Gu family are very efficient under Mu Qingyi's management.But after a while, the grain farm, medical hall, and even the cloth farm under the name of Prince Yu's Mansion all rushed over with their supplies.Houses that hadn't collapsed were cleared out and the injured or seriously ill were rehabilitated. A bonfire was lit in a sheltered place in the snow, and the smell of hot porridge and the smell of medicine soon wafted out.

Many clothes were crushed in the snow and could not be worn. The Gu family also sent a lot of old clothes and cotton cloth. Many women gathered around the fire to make rough clothes that could temporarily shelter from the cold.Although it was still cold, and although it felt dazed by the mess in front of it, there was finally a faint warmth to snuggle up to.

In the ancestral hall in Zhuangzi, this is the best preserved place in the whole Zhuangzi.Many people and the wounded are safe and sound here.Beside the fire in the ancestral hall, Mu Qingyi and Rong Jin didn't care about the shabby place, and sat casually.

The trembling old man is the oldest old man in the village. He is also wearing Rong Jin's cloak and sitting by the fire, looking at the two immortals who are taller than the gods in the painting with grateful and surprised eyes. To be handsome and noble.

Naturally, Rong Jin was impatient to deal with this, so he just closed his eyes and meditated.On the other hand, Mu Qingyi let the old man scrutinize her with a good temper, and returned a faint smile.

The old man looked at the smiling white-clothed boy in front of him, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are the two noblemen from the capital?"

Mu Qingyi smiled and said: "You don't have to be so polite, my surname is Gu, he...just call him the Ninth Young Master."

The old man smiled and said: "The two nobles have helped us so much... I really don't know how to be grateful..." Among other things, those wounded who were crushed by the snow had not been treated by a doctor. , nine out of ten will not survive.Ordinary people are fighting for fate when they get sick, and now they can only resign themselves to fate at this time.

Mu Qingyi smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing more than a little effort, the elderly don't have to worry about it. But the court hall will definitely come to help resettle and build the village. No matter what... it will pass."

The old man sighed, nodded and said, "Young master is right." It's just that there was a forced smile on his face. After all, the old man lived to be 80 or [-] years old, so he has experienced more things.This place is not far from the capital, but after so long the imperial court still hasn't sent anyone to inquire, I'm afraid there is nothing to be expected from the imperial court.

"My lord, I have something urgent to report." Outside the door, a man in ordinary clothes appeared at the door.He was one of the sixty soldiers brought out by Rong Jin from Tianque City, and was later arranged by Mu Qingyi to live temporarily in the Zhuangzi under the name of Gu's family.

Mu Qingyi's heart trembled, she got up and said, "Come in and tell me."

The man entered the door and said in a deep voice: "According to this, there is a small town at the foot of Cuiyun Mountain forty miles away. Last night, Cuiyu Mountain suddenly collapsed, and half of the town was buried!"

Mu Qingyi took a deep breath, and Rong Jin who was beside her suddenly opened her eyes and stood up.

Mu Qingyi turned her head to the old man and said, "Old man, let's take our leave first."

The old man also knew that the matter was urgent, so he didn't dare to stay longer, "You two benefactors must be careful."

A group of people quickly got rid of Zhuangzi, just in time Bu Yutang also rushed back.Rong Jin's face was gloomy, and he said angrily, "Is the governor of the capital dead?"

Bu Yutang's face was darkened, he wiped the sweat from his forehead due to the rush, and said, "Not... not yet. But... Fu Yin went to the banquet last night and was still drunk."

"If you haven't seen him in half an hour, I will personally help him sober up." Rong Jin said coldly.

The small town is an inconspicuous town sixty or seventy miles away from the capital.The distance is not far or close to the capital, but it can no longer be regarded as the foot of the emperor.If no one even cares about the villages near the capital, such places will naturally be even less cared about.What's more, it's just the Chinese New Year now, and this kind of thing happened before the end of the year. It's a bad luck for the emperor of Xiyue to report it. Naturally, the officials below can cover it up as much as they can.

The town is at the foot of Cuiyun Mountain, so it is called Cuiyun Town.In the past, because it was close to the capital, there were a lot of merchants coming and going, and the people in the town lived pretty well, but this time it was a disaster.With the heavy snow day and night, many weak houses in the small town collapsed one after another. That’s all. The Cuiyun Mountain on which the small town is backed unexpectedly collapsed in a large area, bringing the heavy and cold snow together with it. these humble people.

It was already mid-afternoon when Mu Qingyi and Rong Jin arrived at Cuiyun Town. As expected, half of the whole town was buried under the mud and snow, half of the town was buried under the mud and snow. Heavy snow overwhelmed most of them.The whole town was filled with mourning and crying.

Mu Qingyi frowned and said, "Why hasn't the government sent anyone here yet?"

Behind him, Bu Yutang said in a low voice: "Mr. Gu doesn't know something. In this kind of town, there are usually people without official uniforms. If something happens, you have to report it...and then report it layer by layer..."

In this world, the smallest official in the imperial court is the county magistrate.Therefore, there is a saying that the imperial power does not come down to the county.Further down, it is the gentry and elders from all over the country who are in charge.Mu Qingyi frowned and said, "Even so, hasn't anyone come to see it after such a long time?"

Buyu Tang gave a helpless wry smile, he couldn't care less about the place close to the capital, let alone the place sixty or seventy miles away.

Mu Qingyi also knew that it was Bu Yutang's fault, and sighed softly, "Go and do your work." Bu Yutang cupped his hands towards the two, turned and left quickly.

The two walked on the messy streets of the small town. Many homeless children were hiding under the eaves on both sides of the street. In the cold wind, they carefully looked at the two equally handsome and amazingly dressed people in front of them.Buy Yutang had already stopped those middle-aged men to rescue people and search for food to meet the food team from the capital, but no one had time to pay attention to the remaining young children and weak and helpless women and children.

The sky began to snow again, looking at the child shivering in the cold wind, Mu Qingyi sighed pitifully.Walking up to a man who was holding a four or five-year-old girl by the side of the road, Mu Qingyi asked softly, "What's your name? How old are you?"

The boy looked only seven or eight years old, but he looked at Mu Qingyi with vigilance and defense.Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Qingyi didn't care. She raised her hand to touch the little girl's head, and said with a smile, "Little sister, what's your name?"

The little girl has bright eyes, although she is still ignorant and ignorant, she looks more pure and clean because of her ignorance.Looking up at her brother, the little girl pursed her lips and said, "My name is Yun'er, and I'm four years old."

(End of this chapter)