Luocheng camp, in the general's account.
Fu Lie was looking at the topographic map of the northwest. Yao Ban followed behind him and never stopped talking.
"Fu Hou, Prince Ning relies on me very much now. Without my help, he will never be able to handle the disaster victims this time."
"I have cut off contact with Prince Ning. This is the sincerity I have shown. Fu Hou really doesn't think about it?"
"Of course, there is nothing I can do about Prince Ning. Fu Yu has already gone to Kangcheng, but based on my understanding of Prince Ning, he doesn't trust Fu Yu at all."
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Yao Ban rambled on about the current situation, but Fu Lie remained indifferent.
The door curtain was opened and Yang Liu walked in.
He reported to Fu Lie: "Master Hou, Master Liang is ready and ready to start at any time."
Fu Lie put down the formation flag in his hand and walked directly out. At the same time, he replied: "How are the preparations over in Kangcheng? Are the preparations made for all the places that should be vacated?"
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, everything is ready. According to the news sent by Lu Tao, they have already started to take action."
Yang Liu followed him out.
But he didn't expect that Yao Ban suddenly ran over at this time, grabbed Fu Lie's arm, and finally asked him: "Are you really not considering it at all?"
Fu Lie stopped, looked at him sideways and replied, "Except for this matter, I can consider everything else."
Hearing his answer, Yao Ban let go and watched him leave reluctantly.
When they opened the curtain and went out, Yao Ban clenched his fists fiercely: Why is this happening!
Kangcheng Yamen.
Wen Qingzhu stood up and sent Jiang Yijia and Prince Ning away.
Both parties said goodbye very gently, as if they had just had a cordial and friendly exchange.
When they walked away, Jiang Yuanhan came to stand next to her and asked worriedly: "Jiang Yijia is more powerful than I thought. If Fu Yuzhen stands on their side, I'm afraid the pressure will be greater next. "
"There's nothing we can do about it. If Fu Yu and Prince Ning join us, we will be more successful, but at the same time, we may not get any advantage in the final division of labor. This is the biggest problem."
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at Jiang Yuanhan, his heart becoming increasingly heavy.
Jiang Yue gave him too little time. Compared with Prince Ning's background, Jiang Yuanhan was far from enough.
After leaving the Yamen, Wen Qingzhu directly led Yu Fan's team and slowly opened the city gate.
The moment the city gate was completely opened, the victims looked at the door in surprise.
Everyone turned around without hesitation, thinking about rushing into Cannes.
But behind the city gate was a uniform army, with dark armor and cold-glow weapons, which made all the victims stay away and hold their feet.
The soldiers walking at the front were holding a row of heavy shields, followed by soldiers holding spears, opening the way for Wen Qingzhu and the others, and slowly walked out of the city gate.
After going out, the victims almost kept retreating, not daring to get too close.
Wen Qingzhu stopped while riding his horse, took out the drawing and took a look at it, confirming again that the place in front of him was correct.
She put away the drawings, dismounted, and raised her hands.
Lu Tao then led a group of craftsmen toward the open space at the city gate.
There were soldiers guarding the area, so the victims did not dare to come, but they kept watching Wen Qingzhu's movements.
When it was almost dark, a simple greenhouse frame had been set up.
Finally, at the most obvious height, a wooden sign was hung with the words "disaster relief point" written on it.
Seeing this scene, many victims became excited, hugging their families and companions, crying and jumping.
It was getting dark, but the workers did not stop.
The soldiers guarding here changed their shifts according to order, and the city gate was never closed again.
Wen Qingzhu stood on the tower and looked at the craftsmen below. He estimated in his mind that he could start building the porridge shed tomorrow.
"Sir, I'm here to guard you. You can go back and rest first." Yu Fan walked over and expressed concern for her.
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at him: "No, I'm waiting for someone here."
Yu Fan smiled sheepishly, cupped his hands and went down to inspect again.
Not long after, Yu Fan walked out of the city gate and began to patrol seriously. Sometimes when he encountered something unusual among his men, he would go over and ask about the specific situation.
Some people felt uncomfortable, so Yu Fan immediately sent someone over to replace him.
After watching for about an hour, Wen Qingzhu discovered that Yu Fan was serious about his work and very good at dealing with his subordinates. He was a rare boss.
"Sir, Master Fu is here." Lu Tao's voice sounded beside him.
Only then did Wen Qingzhu look away and look in the direction of the person. Fu Yu was wearing black clothes and a cloak, with wind and snow on him.
"You came."
Fu Yu came over, looked at Wen Qingzhuhui, and cupped his hands: "I have met you, sir."
Seeing how polite he was, Wen Qingzhu couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so polite? If you think about it carefully, we are old acquaintances."
Fu Yu relaxed a little, but her face was still serious: "Have you started yet?"
"You'll know if you take a look." Wen Qingzhu's eyes moved to the side of the tower.
Following her line of sight, Fu Yu quickly understood her intention.
"Is there enough food in Cannes?"
Wen Qingzhu put his hands in his sleeves and breathed out slightly. A cloud of white mist formed in front of his eyes: "Of course it's not enough for so many victims. I have to resettle some of them before more victims come."
"Have you reached an agreement with Prince Ning?" Fu Yu asked immediately.
Wen Qingzhu tilted his head and looked at him: "Whether we can reach an agreement or not is not necessarily related to whether I do something or not. I don't force myself to cooperate with him."
Seeing that she was calm and composed, Fu Yu couldn't help but ask: "Can you accommodate so many victims?"
Wen Qingzhu didn't care: "Try to arrange it as much as possible."
Seeing her reaction, Fu Yu was instantly angry: "Just try your best? Do you know that many people have died!"
"Ha!" Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked into his eyes steadily, "Then Master Fu can guarantee the resettlement of all the victims? Do you dare to say this? Do you really know how many victims there are? Those places The news sent by the officials, do you know which ones are true and which ones are false!"
After speaking in one breath, Wen Qingzhu immediately turned his head, pointed to the rich night in front of him and said: "Previously, the imperial court had allocated a batch of disaster relief money, which was not a small amount. It also sent notices to various counties and cities along the way. , as long as any place that accepts disaster victims distributes disaster relief funds according to proportion, but the victims still come here in a steady stream!"
Wen Qingzhu looked at Fu Yu again: "Do you think you are the only one thinking of a solution? Prince Rui, not to mention Prince Ning, has done a lot of what should be done, but what is the effect? You have also seen that there are more and more victims in Kangcheng. It is the first line of defense in the capital. If we don’t handle it well, the victims will go to Luo City! Then to the capital!”
After several words, Fu Yu was speechless.
Wen Qingzhu felt his feet were a little stiff, so he stamped his feet slowly: "I know you sincerely consider the people, but for Prince Ning, these people are just bargaining chips in his hand to win the heir."
Fu Yu closed her eyes. When she opened them, her eyes became firm: "I will persuade Prince Ning to agree to your request."
"That's not necessary." Wen Qingzhu laughed, "Disaster relief and seizing the heir are two completely different things. You do what you do, and we do what we do, and the victims will naturally become divided."
"Then why are you waiting for me here?" Fu Yu was a little confused.
"Yao Ban." Wen Qingzhu turned around and took out the emperor's warrant to show him, "He is very powerful, but his mind is not on Da Qi, so the emperor wants me to get rid of him. I will come to you, just I want to remind you that if he comes back to Prince Ning again, you will be the first person he wants to get rid of."
Fu Yu looked at the golden order in her hand, which showed that Wen Qingzhu's words were absolutely true, and in the eyes of the emperor, Yao Ban was useful, but a greater threat.
The cold wind blew on the faces of the two people. Fu Yu took two steps back and solemnly handed over his hands: "Thank you madam for letting me know. I will be careful."
"Well, then you should go back early. After staying here for a long time, Princess Yijia will not doubt you, but Prince Ning may not doubt you."
Wen Qingzhu put away the golden order and watched Fu Yu leave.
His back became more and more upright, and it was a little different from what he remembered.
Hope he can beat Yao Ban, although it is almost impossible.
Lu Tao, who was standing far away, came over and brought a secret letter: "Miss, this is the news sent by the Marquis."
Wen Qingzhu took it over and took a look, his face suddenly froze, Yao Ban was indeed back!
She looked at the non-stop workers downstairs, feeling a little worried. She turned around and ordered: "Go and find Prince Rui. Some things need to be done in advance."
Early the next morning, Fu Yu was about to go out when a sound that made him very uncomfortable suddenly came from the door of the courtyard.
"Good morning, Mr. Fu."
Fu Yu looked back and saw that Yao Ban was really back!
Soon, the two people met in the middle of the courtyard and tentatively greeted each other.
Yao Ban pointed outside: "Master Fu hasn't eaten yet. I've already ordered people to prepare it. Why don't we go over to eat together."
"Thank you, Mr. Yao, for your kindness. I have something to do here, so it may be too late." Fu Yu declined politely and was about to leave.
Yao Ban narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at his back and said, "Prince Ning said that starting today, Master Fu must act together with me."
Fu Yu paused and slowly turned her head: "Anything?"
"Anything." Yao Ban raised his chin.
This incoming hostility made Fu Yu's heart tremble. Wen Qingzhu had only reminded him last night, was Yao Ban going to take action now
At this moment, the porridge shed has been built on top of the city tower.
Four large pots were placed on the firewood, and steam was rising around the lids. When they were opened, they found boiling white porridge mixed with vegetables, leaves, and beans of various colors, and the aroma was overflowing.
Yu Fan had led soldiers to surround the area early, but the victims smelled the aroma of food and came closer involuntarily.
There were more and more people, and Yu Fan shouted on his horse: "Starting from today! We will distribute porridge one after another, twice a day, morning and evening, one serving per person. Family members and fellow villagers should stay together as much as possible. We need to register one by one."
Then four gaps were exposed in the surrounding area, and the victims immediately crowded over.
Yu Fan followed Wen Qingzhu's instructions and let people in one by one, asking them to line up in order.
The person who received the porridge was taken to a table next to him.
A thirty-four-year-old middle-aged man sat behind each table. There were pens and ink and a roster on the table.
The first victim held a bowl of porridge and poured it into his mouth in large gulps, regardless of burning his mouth.
When the scalding mouthful of hot porridge reached his stomach, he immediately shed tears.
The young man leading him pulled his sleeve: "Go over there and register the information!"
"I haven't finished eating yet!" This person was a little strange.
The young man had no choice but to be dragged to the first table. The gentleman in charge of registration asked: "Name, age, gender, where is your hometown, and what do you do?"
"Zhang San, 27 years old, male..."
Soon people came to register one after another, and the porridge was cooked pot after pot.
Throughout the whole morning and morning, nearly 10,000 people came to receive porridge, and the food was consumed quickly.
As soon as noon arrived, the entrance to the porridge shed was blocked.
People outside who had not received the porridge began to cry and shout, but they did not dare to take action directly, so they had to queue up and wait for the porridge to be given in the afternoon.