"A poor sour person who doesn't even have a reputation for himself earns some money by writing some articles that are windy and snowy, do you really think you are a great god?" Liang Dianshi of Shuntianfu said to the old king next door with a mocking face.

Xing Yushen, the head catcher transferred from Wanping County, didn't know the old king next door, but Liang Dianshi did, because the old king next door used to help in Shuntian Mansion.

Seeing Liang Dianshi, Lao Wang couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs, but thinking about his ace authorship, his waist straightened again.

"Lord Liang, this porridge is really too thin, and the refugees can't use it at all, you are in charge of this matter, can you be kind enough to make the porridge thicker?" Lao Wang said without being arrogant or humble.

"Thicker? Feelings are not for you to produce food, I really think that there is too much food in the court to let go, you are just a poor sour who makes a living by helping idlemen and selling literature, and you are less nosy with your mother, otherwise you will be arrested and put into the prison of Shuntianfu, roll, how far and how far you roll! Liang Dianshi said impatiently.

Lao Wang's face suddenly turned red, he thought that with his identity, he could fight for some benefits for the victims, but he didn't expect it to be so humiliating! I think my old king can enter and exit the city gate freely under the Jiannu soldiers in the city, and he once called the general soldier of Liaobo Zhao a brother and a brother, just a classic history, a minor official of the nine grades, and he dared to humiliate himself!

"If you dare, aren't you afraid that I will write today's events into an article and publish it in the Royal People's Daily, so that the officials and people of the world can see your shameless face?" Old Wang Ji scolded angrily.

"Something like shit, you dare to threaten your own official, come on, arrest me!" Liang Dianshi's face sank, and he shouted.

The two messengers rushed out and threw the old king to the snow.

Li Dingguo, who was watching the excitement on the side, pouted, thinking that he had killed a Cheng bite gold, but he didn't expect that he didn't even have a three-plate axe!

"Inciting the people to make trouble, insulting the officials against the government, Lao Tzu will let you die in prison!" Liang Dianshi scolded angrily, but saw a snowball rushing towards his face, and his face was full of confusion.

"Who attacked this official?" Liang Dianshi was furious, wiped his face full of ice and snow and scolded, and then froze, and saw a figure pounce out of the crowd, dancing two short sticks to smash left and right, and instantly smashed the four or five servants in front of the porridge shed to the ground.

Xing Yushen pulled out the iron ruler on his waist and rubbed himself out to block in front of Liang Dianshi, and shouted inwardly: "What kind of person dares to beat the court officials!" ”

Li Dingguo sneered and didn't answer, and smashed an iron rod on the face, and when Xing Yushen held the iron ruler to block, another iron rod poked Xing Yushen's abdomen like lightning, and then smashed the guy with another stick when Xing Yushen was holding his stomach and vomiting.

Seeing that between the rise and fall of the rabbit, several of his subordinates were knocked to the ground, Liang Dianshi was so shocked that he retreated again and again, "Good man, there is something to say, there is something to say." ”

Li Dingguo flew up and kicked this guy to the ground, stepped on his chest, pointed an iron rod at his nose and said, "Lao Tzu asked you, was the grain for disaster relief in the imperial court embezzled by you?" ”

Liang Dianshi's eyes rolled wildly, and when he was about to deny it, Li Dingguo knocked on his left arm with a stick, and a "click" sound sounded, and Liang Dianshi suddenly screamed.

"Tell me, where is the food?" Li Dingguo said angrily.

"I said, I said, it's ......"

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded, and a team of soldiers and horses of the Five Cities rushed over.

"Who dares to make trouble in the porridge shed." The soldiers separated, revealing a civil official in a green official robe, who was none other than Gan Yongchun, the imperial historian of the city patrol.

"Gan-sama save me!" Liang Dianshi shouted as if he had seen a savior.

"This official patrols the city and the imperial historian Gan Yongchun, who are you who dare to make a big fuss about the disaster relief ground and beat the court officials?" Gan Yongchun looked Li Dingguo up and down, and asked with a solemn expression.

Although the young man in front of him was dressed in tatters, he was strong and full of energy, and his eyebrows and eyes were smart, where was the refugee?

Li Dingguo smiled slightly, knowing that it was almost over, he tore off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing a strong suit, and holding a black wooden plaque: "The chief flag officer of the Janissary in Xia Xiyuan is ordered to inquire about disaster relief." ”

"The Xiyuan guards are just His Majesty's own army, so they are not qualified to ask about local affairs, right?" Gan Yongchun said angrily.

Li Dingguo said with a smile: "You don't have to say whether you are qualified or not." ”

As he spoke, he put his finger in his mouth and whistled, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and countless figures rushed from all sides, surrounding Gan Yongchun and the others in the middle.

The people who came around were wearing ordinary clothes, some were wearing brocade clothes, holding long knives in their hands, and their movements were all well-trained.

Jin Yiwei, three words flashed in Gan Yongchun's mind. It's just an ordinary disaster relief, how did it alarm Jinyiwei?

Just when Gan Yongchun was thinking quickly about countermeasures, he saw the crowd parting, and a man wearing a blue and black cloak walked slowly, and Gan Yongchun's face suddenly froze.

Emperor Chongzhen, the son of today's great tomorrow, actually appeared in the disaster relief field!

"Wechen greets Your Majesty......" Gan Yongchun fell to his knees.

"Meet Your Majesty!" The servants and cooks in the field fell to their knees.

"Meet His Majesty the Emperor." The refugees who were close to the porridge shack also knelt down, and the victims who couldn't see the situation clearly behind them also knelt down.

In an instant, tens of thousands of people in the huge place knelt down one after another.

Looking at the black head in front of him, Zhu Youzhen sighed, and remembered the situation when he was in northern Shaanxi. When he executed those corrupt officials and shoddy gentry in public in northern Shaanxi, it caused hundreds of people to bow down and shout.

Since you accept hundreds of people to bow down, you must take on this responsibility, and you must be worthy of the people of the world!

Zhu Youzhen pursed his lips, walked quickly to the porridge pot, and saw that the porridge in the pot was so thin that he could show the figure, took the wooden spoon from the man's hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge from the pot, Zhang Huangyan hurriedly picked up a pottery bowl and came to Zhu Youzhen's side.

Poured the porridge into the bowl, stretched out his hand to take it, and saw a few grains of rice floating in the huge bowl, tried to drink it, but there was a musty smell, and Zhu Youzhen almost vomited.

Seeing this, Gan Yongchun suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"The decree was that Jinyiwei would take over all the disaster relief sites, and all the officials in charge of disaster relief would be arrested and imprisoned, and tortured for corruption. Verify the evidence, and all the houses will be searched and beheaded! Zhu Youzhen said murderously. The food for disaster relief, and some people dare to embezzle, has made him angry.

"For the time being, the Janissaries are in charge of disaster relief, and the Ministry of Household Affairs will allocate enough food for disaster relief. From today onwards, the porridge in the porridge shed must not fall down, and all the people must survive this snow disaster! Zhu Youzhen continued.

Logically speaking, the Praetorian Guard is an army and is not qualified to be responsible for disaster relief at all, but Zhu Youzhen is like this, he wants to tell the court officials clearly that he can no longer trust the local government. His mother's even patrolling the imperial history of the city is involved in corruption, and how many officials in the entire Beijing city are trustworthy?

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty."

When Zhu Youzhen's words came out, countless victims kowtowed again and again, shouting sincerely.

A little favor made these people like this, which made Zhu Youzhen really sad.

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