In the fourth year of the first peace, there was a great drought in Guanzhong, and swarms of flying locusts covered the sky and the sun, eroding the crops in the people's fields.

Hundreds of people wailed for it, and weeping abounded.

In this world where people are not as good as dogs, how can they live without food!

At the critical moment, instead of helping, the Guanzhong family took this opportunity to annex the people's land at an extremely low price, causing hundreds of thousands of people to be displaced.

During this period, a large number of refugees flocked to Chang'an, and many people occupied the mountains and fell into the grass to plunder the neighborhood.

For a time, Guanzhong was in turmoil.

During the disaster, someone stood on a high stone and shouted loudly to the weary people.

"The suffering of my generation is all because of the wrath of heaven, and the reason for this is that there are traitors and rebellion against the country! In that year, the Ten Standing Servants were in turmoil, and it was also a major drought for many years, resulting in no harvest in the fields. ”

"Now, the thief Lu Bu is so happy that he has bullied the young king, and God has sent down divine punishment, making the flying locust a divine envoy and punishing us, everything is Lu Bu's fault!"

With the man's indignant statements, more and more refugees flocked to him.

During this period, someone deliberately echoed in the crowd and pulled up hatred: "That's right, why should we be punished for the mistakes Lu Bu committed?" ”

"We are gnawing on the bark here, and people may still eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas, so how can they care about our life or death."

"The left and right are dead, it's better to simply reverse!"

"It's the other way around!"

"It's the other way around!"

The people were outraged.

Scenes similar to those here are constantly being played out all over Guanzhong.

"Hahaha......"

Upon learning of this, there was a smug laugh in a house somewhere in Chang'an City, which was in vain for so long and carefully planned.

Chang'an City, Weiyang Palace.

Liu Xie stretched out his hand and yawned in the position of the emperor, since the Taifu Ma Riyan was transferred to Xiliang and replaced the Ding Palace as the new Taifu, Liu Xie's life can be described as extremely nourishing.

You don't have to read books or memorize those difficult ancient books, just take the little eunuchs to fight cocks and walk the dogs every day, and do what you want to do, which can be regarded as enjoying the fun of childhood.

Before dawn this morning, Taifu Ding Palace came to the palace to ask for peace, saying that it was time to go to the early court to discuss matters.

Liu Xie got up from the bed very reluctantly, his eyes were hazy, and he would not get up until three poles in the morning.

Suddenly getting up so early, he was really not used to it, pinching his fingers and calculating, and unconsciously, he hadn't been to the early court for more than half a month.

Well, it's time to meet the ministers.

Otherwise, wouldn't I have become a faint king?

Thinking of this, Liu Xie's consciousness suddenly sobered up a lot. He ordered the palace maid to dress himself in imperial clothes, washed his face with warm water, and then walked out of the palace, sat on the royal seat, and went to Weiyang Palace.

"Your Majesty, there is a great drought in Guanzhong, the people have no harvest, and many people sell their land and real estate, but it is still difficult to endure the famine, and there are countless refugees, please make a decision on your Majesty."

Seeing that the Son of Heaven was dozing off in his seat, the newly appointed Sikong Liu Pu came out of the ranks, pressed down the wat board in his hand, and spoke in a respectful tone.

According to his seniority, he is still Liu Xie's uncle.

Liu Pu basically served as a foreign county guard before, and he was not transferred back to Chang'an until the end of last year.

This year's drought in Guanzhong, the original Sikong was dismissed, and Liu Pu was coincidentally put in the position of the third public.

As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the three princes are actually not so easy to be.

Among the three princes, Taiwei is responsible for 'heaven', Sikong is responsible for 'earth', and Situ is responsible for 'people'.

Basically, whenever there is a natural disaster, such as earthquakes, floods, locust plagues, etc., the official in charge of the 'land' will inevitably be dismissed.

"With so many victims, do you have a good plan?" Liu Xie yawned and casually asked about the hundred officials below.

He has never been concerned about major affairs in the DPRK and China, and in recent days he has been busy playing leisurely, and he has never touched the measures presented to him to control the famine, let alone any constructive ideas.

"Returning to Your Majesty, three years of abundance, three years of arrears, six years of a small disaster, twelve years of a major disaster, the celestial phenomena in Yao Shun are like this. It is the duty of the ministers to store grain in good years to prepare for famine and to provide relief to the victims in famine years. ”

Sikong Liu Pu replied respectfully, he quietly glanced at the face of the Son of Heaven, and saw that the Son of Heaven looked as usual, so he said again: "The fleeing people are all the people of the Han Dynasty, and the court can't see death without help, so the minister suggested that Taicang store rice be taken out as porridge and give alms to the hungry." ”

The so-called Taicang, that is, the large warehouse where the grain is stored in Beijing, has countless grains in it, although it cannot completely suppress the famine, but at least it can make many victims survive for a while.

"There are so many refugees, and the grain stored in Taicang alone is probably a drop in the bucket." Among the ministers, some disagreed.

"Then Zhao Zhonglang has any other good ideas?" Liu Xie looked over, it was Zuo Zhonglang Zhao Qian.

"This ......"

Faced with the Son of Heaven's inquiry, Zhao Qian was speechless for a while.

"Since we can't give a better way, let's do it as the company says."

Liu Xie was also decisive at this time, after all, human life is at stake, even if it is a symptom but not a cure, it is better than watching the people die.

"Your Majesty, the minister also has something to do." Zhang Yuan, who was standing among the ministers, stood in the queue and bowed down and spoke.

Liu Xie nodded slightly, signaling that he could continue.

Zhang Yuan paused and said slowly: "Your Majesty, yesterday there was a fast horse to Chang'an, and Yan Da Sima has already left from Chenliu, and he will return to the court in the near future." ”

Lu Bu, I'm coming back!

As soon as these words came out, it was like a boulder thrown into the lake, splashing a huge splash.

The expressions of the officials in the court were different, and the Son of Heaven was even more stunned for a while, before he waved his hand and said, "I know." ”

The court meeting dispersed, and the hundred officials were busy with their own work.

Liu Xie returned to the side hall, there was no joy on his face, and the whole person sat motionless in his position, unhappy.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Doctor Xi is worried about asking to see you." Xiao Huangmen Han Xuan entered the hall to report, and his tone was cautious, because he could feel that the Son of Heaven was in an extremely depressing atmosphere at this moment.

"Let him in." Liu Xie waved his hand and said.

Xi Yu is half of the Son of Heaven, and his daughter Xi Yu was drafted into the palace, which was deeply loved by Liu Xie, and was soon named a nobleman. As a father, Xi Jian was also stained because of this, and he was promoted from the servant to the imperial doctor.

Xi Xi entered the hall, and after saluting the Son of Heaven, he saw that the Son of Heaven was in a trance, and asked, "Your Majesty is sullen, but it has something to do with Da Sima's return to the court?" ”

"How do you know?" Liu Xie's face was surprised.

"The minister is just guessing. I don't know what Your Majesty is worried about, maybe the minister can share your worries. Xi Yu said respectfully, and with a little deception, he tried to find the desired result.

Alas!

Liu Xie sighed, there was a mixture of sadness and joy on his immature face, and finally a trace of bitterness gradually emerged: "When Da Sima was away, everything in Chang'an City was decided by me, and now that he is back, will anyone still listen to what I said?" ”