"Why?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.

"......" Zhou Xin was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Although it is said that the shore of the land is not the king's minister, but there are several palaces and several yamen in the court, and the rice is still eaten in separate pots." Then he whispered, "The man has run away, and he can be arrested again in the future." But if that person falls into the hands of Jinyiwei, the country will be shaken. ”

Wang Xian somewhat understood, I heard that although the crown prince in the court had been in the East Palace for many years, Emperor Yongle still wanted to pass the throne to the King of Han, and the Jinyi Wei commanded Ji Gang, and it is said that he and the King of Han were brothers who exchanged posts...... Regarding the intrigue at the top, Wang Xian is like seeing flowers in a fog, and he doesn't know very well. Zhou Xin didn't want to say more, but just asked him to remember that he must not let that person fall into the hands of Jinyiwei. But Wang Xian was a little confused, is this credit really so heavy? How can it be possible to shake the country's foundation? Or does that person have the handle of the prince and his gang in his hands? It seems that this explanation is more plausible.

But these questions were too far away from him, even if he figured it out, it was useless, Wang Xian put away his mixed thoughts, and saw that Zhou Zhentai had already picked up the teacup, so he got up and saluted and retreated.

The next day, at the second hall of Jinhua Mansion, the prefect of Su and all his subordinate officials, as well as the magistrates of various counties gathered together to discuss how to help the victims. Wang Xian was also able to attend, and the government official added a pestle to him behind the chair in Mizhi County......

"In the previous disaster relief, the performance of Fuyang County, Hangzhou Prefecture was particularly prominent, and the province has already informed the provinces of their strategy of confusing resettlement and cash-for-work relief. From this official down, all of you have read it, and it is indeed admirable. Su Zhifu's eyes swept over Zhongzhi County, and when he saw that Mizhi County's face changed slightly, he continued to say in a deep voice: "It is this Jinhua disaster relief that we must learn this strategy." The government specially consulted the former household secretary of Fuyang County, and now the Wang Dianshi of Pujiang County, Jinhua Prefecture, and repeatedly discussed with the adults in the house, and finally came up with a set of plans this morning. Look, if there is no objection, we will implement the plan. With that, he nodded, and the scribe distributed the manuscript to the prefects.

In addition to several prefects, Wang Xian also got a copy, and they all hurriedly turned it carefully, while Su Zhifu sat intently, and there was only the sound of turning pages in the second hall.

Mi Zhixian stared at a pair of dizzy old eyes, looking very carefully, and when he saw the resettlement method, his face became very ugly, and he turned his head and looked at Wang Xian angrily. But when he saw that he was also stunned, he pointed to that one to show himself, and he didn't seem to know.

The two looked at each other, attracting the gaze of Su Zhifu, and he looked deeply at Lao Mi and said, "Mizhi County, there is no objection, right?" ”

"Yes丨" Mi Zhixian's voice was not loud, but it made all the people in the lobby stunned, I don't know what kind of medicine this muddy old rice took wrong today...... No, it should be said that I drank the wrong wine.

Mi Zhixian changed as if he was a different person, and said almost word by word: "This resettlement strategy is inconsistent with the original plan."

"Where doesn't it match" Although Su Zhifu suppressed his tone, his tone was already stern.

Mizhi County was not affected in the slightest: "In the original strategy, there was no scattered resettlement, but centralized resettlement. He didn't look at Governor Su's face, and loudly brought out the tone of yesterday's remarks against Wang Xian, which made all his colleagues nod one after another.

“…… Therefore, the subordinates are foolish, and please respect the government and all the adults, and then decide丨" After a long speech, Mizhi County sat back on the seat.

There was silence in the lobby, and all the officials were impressed by this old thing, but the face of the Su Governor's Mansion was extremely ugly. In all fairness, he also felt that what Mi Zhixian said was very reasonable, but this strategy of scattered resettlement was set by Zhou Zhentai himself. The reason why he didn't talk to Mi Zhixian anymore was because he had always looked down on this confused old drunkard, but he didn't expect that the old drunkard would also be sober, and he would be on the same bar with him

Although he didn't expect it, now that this situation has occurred, Su Zhifu must bear it, and he said in a deep voice: "Mizhi County is too worried. You are preconceived, and you regard the victims as flood beasts" paused and said: "They are all pure and good people in Zhejiang, and they can get along with the locals in harmony, so why do you need to make more of a move and basically create confrontation out of thin air?" And the middle of winter is approaching, how can we bear to let the victims live in shacks that leak through the wind and rain? ”

"Returning to Futai and providing disaster relief should have been planned for the worst." Mizhi County was unmoved and said: "The county has built the shack a little better, and the cotton clothes and quilts are in place, so that people will not freeze to death." The most important thing is to be able to pass this level smoothly, and there is no need to live in harmony. ”

Su Zhifu was resisted by him. Now everyone here understands that Lao Mi is determined to turn this matter around. But how could the prefect of Su be a subordinate, so he stirred up the things that had been planned for a long time, and said with a dark face: "Don't fight, fight until the victims starve to death, and you can't fight for a win or lose." Without waiting for Mi Zhixian to reply, he continued: "Just do what I say, and if something happens, the official will take this black veil to blame."

"When the time comes, it will really cause civil unrest," Mizhi County was also anxious, and said loudly: "My lord, this black yarn can't stand it"

"Presumptuous" Su Zhifu was furious, slapped his palm on the case, stood up and said: "Wusha can't stand it, and this human head, don't worry about Mizhi County."

The "......" forced the prefect to guarantee it with his head. If Mizhi County says anything more, there is no supreme constitution, and the crime of disturbing the general rule cannot be escaped. Seeing that no one was willing to help, he had to stop depressed.

"If you don't want to execute, just say it now, I will ask the court to change to a new county" Su Zhifu finally reversed his passivity, and when he saw that Mizhi County was silent, he said coldly: "If you still want to be this prefect, give me an out-and-out execution, and the government will keep an eye on you"

"Yes" Mi Zhixian didn't want to be taken off his black gauze hat, so he had to respond gloomily, sit in his seat and stop talking.

"Do you have any comments?" Governor Su adjusted his breathing and asked.

The county officials saw that the people of Futai were so self-cherishing, how could they dare to touch the mold again? They shook their heads.

"Then let's disperse it丨" explained the strategy roughly, Su Zhifu's mood was already so sad that he couldn't do it, and he was the first to retreat after speaking.

"Congratulations to the Lord," the officials bowed in unison.

The disaster situation was urgent, and we had to hurry back to prepare, and after the meeting, the county magistrates went their separate ways. Wang Xian and Lao Mi also rode back to Pujiang.

On the way, Mi Zhixian was silent, obviously depressed. Wang Xian naturally didn't touch his head, and he didn't say a word about his thoughts...... Besides, riding a horse is really painful, and the thighs are grinding hot, and of course this is not the point.

This trip to Fucheng brought too much shock to Wang Xian. He really realized that Xianyun chess pieces, Zhou Xin, Hu Tong, or the current emperor, in the next big game of chess, and to the stage of preparing to capture the opponent's big dragon, he is just one of the many chess pieces, although it seems that the position is very important, but in fact it is still an ordinary chess piece, and even an abandoned piece......

Seriously, he doesn't expect anything in return now, he just wants to stay on the board after this game of chess is played to the extreme. Being able to survive is the biggest victory, but it's really hard...... Because the next Pujiang County will be a chaotic situation in which the Zheng family, the Ming Sect, the imperial court, and even the Jinyi Wei are mixed together. Everyone will not hesitate to use all means in order to survive, or their ends, including killing, of course...... This little history of oneself is on the cusp, and as long as you are not careful, you will be killed.

'Rely on, rely on, rely on, thinking of the dangerous situation he was about to face, Wang Xian couldn't help but curse three times, and when he turned to Xianyun and Lingxiao, he was already full of smiles: "Young Master Xianyun, from tonight onwards, the chicken legs will be yours." Sister Lingxiao, where do you want to go to eat overlord meal, my brother will bring someone to support you. ”

Xianyun was dumbfounded, I don't know which tendon of this kid is wrong, but Lingxiao is very excited and said: "Okay, okay, I'm going to Xinghualou"

"No problem." Wang Xian smiled humbly: "As long as you don't take a nap at night, you can do anything." ”

"Oh, aren't people used to staying up late?" When it came to the trouble, Lingxiao covered his face embarrassedly and said, "Okay, okay, at most, I will sleep well during the day, so that I won't be sleepy at night." ”

On the way back to Pujiang, the group had already seen people fleeing the famine everywhere. Mizhi County fought hard and talked with the victims, but found that their destination was Pujiang. The reason is very simple, the first one in Jiangnan, which was called a model by Emperor Taizu, is there, and disaster relief must be more effective than elsewhere. Hearing this, Mi Zhixian didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

At dusk, when I arrived at the county seat, I saw that a huge porridge factory had been built in front of the city gate. It was surrounded by reed mats, and there were several officials guarding the wooden gate. There is a big wooden sign hanging on the gate, which reads 'Pujiang County Disaster Relief Porridge Field, eight big characters.

At this time, it was the time to put the porridge, and the thousands of victims who arrived in Pujiang first helped the old and the young, holding bowls in their hands, and flocked from all directions, and entered the porridge field.

There is a household Zheng Si official who is paying close attention to the situation of the first porridge, and when he saw the return of the county lord, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask An Dao: "Lord Qiqi, I didn't expect the disaster victims to come so quickly, but fortunately, the Zheng family sent people and food to help the county build this porridge field, so they took over the urgent need." It's just that when he says this, he always has some self-aggrandizement

As soon as he saw the structure of this porridge factory, Mizhi County knew that the Zheng family and himself thought of going together, that is, centralized resettlement. Thinking of this, Mi Zhixian was very irritable, and said in a muffled voice: "Tear down the wall"

"Master, let's be tomorrow." Wang Xian said softly: "Today, the victims still have a place to live. ”

"No, it can't be discounted" Mi Zhixian said depressedly: "This county is now strictly enforcing the rules of the above, prohibiting the gathering of disaster victims"

The servants couldn't help but be stunned, is this still a rice drunkard who doesn't care about anything?