Zhao Wen was so angry that he thundered and shouted. "How can this be justified, someone ...... come?"

Xu Shu had already walked away, greeting the refugees waiting in line as he walked. The refugees had different expressions, some nodded at Xu Shu, some looked at Zhao Wen in the distance timidly, some were angry at Zhao Wen's reaction, and some were secretly happy. Nanyang is right, if you stay in Guanzhong, it's really uncertain when you can wait for food. Even if Nanyang's grain is transported to Guanzhong, I am afraid that there will be very few in their hands, and most of them will be divided by these officials.

Xu Shu left, Zhao Wen was angry and had no object, standing on the side of the road a little confused, and scolded Xu Shu countless times in his heart, and finally simply scolded Sun Ce. Up and down, if it weren't for Sun Cemu's lack of court, how could Xu Shu, a small Wuguan lieutenant, dare to be so presumptuous.

The situation is stronger than people, and Zhao Wen can't sway Xu Shu anymore. After repeated considerations, he sent someone back to Guanzhong to report the news, and he continued to Nanyang. After all, it was Zhang Hong and Zhou Yu who were in charge of Nanyang, and Xu Shu was just acting on orders. As long as Zhang Hong and Zhou Yu can be convinced, there is still hope for this matter. Time is of the essence, and he must work both ways to gain as much time as possible.

Xu Shu was also reasonable, he didn't stop Zhao Wen from entering the customs, but he didn't give a good face, and even the routine reception was exempted, Zhao Wen didn't even enjoy the treatment of a refugee, so he could only cross the customs in a gloomy way.

After crossing Wuguan and moving all the way along Wuguan Road, Zhao Wen became more and more flustered as he walked. As outside Wuguan, there was an endless stream of refugees on the road, all of them in ragged clothes, dragging their families with them, but the difference was also very clear, and they could not see the panic and despair on their faces, and their expressions were much calmer. There are also more cars on the road, and many old and weak can ride in the car.

Zhao Wen noticed that although these carts were mainly ox carts and had no ornate decorations, they were wide and sturdy, and even if the carts were full, the cattle pulling the carts still walked briskly and did not have much difficulty. He took advantage of the rest to inquire about it, and only then did he learn that these ox carts were all carrying grain to the post post village pavilion along the way. A large number of refugees poured into Guanzhong, and the post stations along the way spent a lot of money just to cook porridge for disaster relief every day, and the nearby townships could not supply enough, so they could only be transferred from the hinterland of Nanyang. For this reason, it even affected the food supply of officials along the way, and they could only eat coarse tea and light meals, which was far from the standard they should have.

Despite the fact that the porridge is very thin, even though it can only be received once a day, and despite the long queues for a bowl of porridge, there is a very practical advantage that the refugees have to pay almost nothing. Even if you have no money and can only be patient, you can still get a bowl of porridge, and then take the rest of the ox cart on the way back and continue on until they enter the hinterland of Nanyang.

Zhao Wen was in a complicated mood. He was pleased with the effectiveness of Nanyang's disaster relief measures, but also worried about the shortage of food. Nanyang's food is already so tight, are they not willing to provide disaster relief to Guanzhong at all? Refugees continue to pour out of Guanzhong and pour into Nanyang, which is the bottom of the kettle. For Sun Ce, thousands of refugees pour into Nanyang every day, and of course they can drag on for a day.

Zhao Wen didn't dare to delay, he traveled day and night, and it only took two days to arrive at Xixian County. It was here that he met Zhang Hong.

Because Wancheng was too far away from Wuguan, it was too slow to pass news back and forth, and it was a waste of manpower, so Zhang Hong simply rushed to Xixian County and worked on the spot. When Zhao Wen saw him, he was discussing things with Yan Xiang. The autumn harvest is imminent, and Yan Xiang, as the Taishou of Nanyang, must ensure the smooth progress of the autumn harvest, which is related to the stability of the situation in Nanyang. Zhang Hong asked Yan Xiang to do a good job of overall planning, organize the refugees who had already entered the customs, help the autumn harvest, exchange their labor for relief, exchange their labor for daily rations, and arrange for these refugees to go all the way to the south, through Shunyang and Yuxian to Xiangyang, and enter Nanjun. Nanyang is already overcrowded, there is no spare land, and it can't feed too many people.

Knowing that the envoy of the imperial court was coming, Zhang Hong hurriedly ordered a few more words and got up to greet him.

Zhao Wen and Zhang Hong are old acquaintances. When Zhang Hong became famous in Luoyang, Zhao Wen was also an official in Luoyang, and the two had a relationship. Although they are not close friends, they are also like-minded. Later, Zhang Hong returned to his hometown, and Zhao Wen also transferred to Jingzhao County, and they never met again. Twenty years later, I am very affectionate.

"Zigang, I thought you had to wait back then, but now I know that I still underestimated you." Zhao Wen was half-joking, half-serious. "Now even the safety of the court is tied to your thoughts."

Zhang Hong knew it and fought back quietly. "Brother Zirou, you are serious. Although the Son of Heaven is young, he is complemented by a good minister like Zirou, and when he flies, how can he be controlled by others. On the contrary, the world is tied to the thoughts of Zirou and others, hoping for grace like the hope of Ganlin in Guanzhong. ”

"Zigang, close to Zhu is red, close to ink is Zhu, you follow General Sun, with your lips as a knife and your tongue as a spear, the momentum is majestic, and it is embarrassing."

Zhang Hong laughed. "Brother Zirou, General Sun is a Vermilion Bird, not a Yellow Bird."

Zhao Wen was embarrassed and talked about him left and right. "Is Zigang ready to take the edict here?"

"The edict is for me?"

"It's for General Sun, but you are entrusted by General Sun, the lord of Nanyang Military Administration, and the edict is the same for you."

Zhang Hong looked at Zhao Wen while letting Zhao Wen inside. Zhao Wen's words were not said casually, Sun Ce trusted him and entrusted him with the Nanyang military administration, which was a matter between them. If the imperial court thinks the same way, or even preaches it like this, then there is a sense of discord. He is trusted by Sun Ce, but he slanders Yusheng, and some of the people who are waiting for the opportunity to slander him in front of Sun Ce are that if he himself is not vigilant, he will be hit by a hidden arrow at any time.

When he came to the hall, Zhang Hong stopped Zhao Wen, who was about to announce the edict, and Zhengse asked, "Brother Zirou, who is the edict for?" ”

"What's the difference?"

"Of course there is a difference." Zhang Hong said word by word: "If it is for General Sun, I can take it on my behalf, this is the authority he gave me." If it is given to me, then some edicts can be accepted, and some edicts cannot be accepted. ”

Zhao Wen's eyes flashed twice, he held the edict in his hand, and muttered: "Oh? So what kind of edict can be accepted, and what kind of edict can't be received? ”

Zhang Hong's expression became more and more serious. "The edict related to me can be accepted, but the edict related to the identity of the long history cannot be accepted."

Zhao Wen laughed, but there was no trace of a smile on his face, but a little more sarcasm. "Zigang, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and now you have learned to protect yourself. The big husband should take the world as his own responsibility, do you only have the position of a thousand stones in the long history in your eyes, and you dare not exceed the slightest bit for this? ”

Zhang Hong took a deep breath. "Brother Zirou, don't you think there are too many people who exceed the rules now, and they are too casual? The Son of Heaven is still here, and a mere Jizhou pastor dares to act with an edict, is this what Brother Zirou thinks takes the world as his own responsibility? ”

Zhao Wen was speechless. He looked at Zhang Hong and laughed dryly.