"Military affairs are busy.
If Master Yang has nothing to do, we should go back to Qinzhou City first."
Li Shao slowly sorted out the official documents in his hands and pretended to say, "As Master Yang said, seeing that the war is coming, there are still many things that need to be arranged."
Everyone else started to chase him away, so Yang Zefang couldn't continue to rely on him, so he had no choice but to stand up and said patiently: "In that case, I take my leave, but I hope you will put state affairs first."
When I walked out of the camp gate and looked back at the still peaceful and peaceful camp behind me, I couldn't help but sigh: "With such mediocre generals, how can we not harm the country and the people?"
In Qinzhou City, Zhou Jingwen was evading the matter of defending against the enemy.
Compared with Shen Qingyun's attitude just now, he had vaguely realized that the other party might have other intentions.
"Let's go back."
Yang Zefang glanced at the camp behind him with a complicated expression and gritted his teeth.
Without Butcher Zhang, we still don’t eat pigs with hair on them.
In any case, Qinzhou's defense must be completed within these two days.
Even if they are charged with wasting money and wasting people, they must take precautions before they happen.
Qinzhou City must not allow any mistakes.
"Master, why don't you go back to the government office and rest for a while?"
The round trip from Qinzhou to the camp was nearly a hundred miles.
Even when they arrived at the military camp, Shen Qingyun didn't even prepare a cup of hot tea.
With such a hard work on the saddle and horse, the warrior must be extremely tired by now, not to mention that his master is nothing more than a scholar.
"Let's go take a look at the moat first."
Due to Zhou Jingwen's lack of cooperation, Yang Zefang has been single-handedly responsible for Qinzhou's strategic deployment in the past few days.
When Jin'er left, he specifically asked Meng Jian, the prefect of Qinzhou, to stay here on the moat and supervise river affairs.
However, Meng Yan was too soft-tempered, and Yang Zefang still felt a little uneasy.
Seeing Yang Zefang's determined expression, the servants had no choice but to follow Yang Zefang towards the moat.
When they arrived at the river bank, they caught a glimpse of the scene below.
Several people immediately looked at each other.
The moat was completely empty, and there was not even a single person there.
On the contrary, in the thatched hut next to the river bank, an old man poked his head out, put up a pergola and looked for a moment in the direction of Yang Zefang and others, muttering: "We finally calmed down for a while, but why are people here again?
They just make the horses run instead of eating grass.
These officials are very good at deceiving the people.
If Lord Zhou hadn't been sensible, there is no way that everyone would still be deceived.
Just messing around here" Seeing that Yang Zefang and others had dismounted and were coming this way, they waved impatiently: "Let's go, let's go, don't wander around here, the imperial envoy has an order."
As he spoke, he had already walked closer.
When he saw that the person coming was actually Yang Zefang, he was so shocked that he stopped talking and knelt down with a "plop": "Yang, Master Yang" "What the hell is going on?"
Yang Zefang pointed to the deserted river embankment.
"Sir, please calm down, my lord, please calm down."
In the middle of winter, the old man broke out in a cold sweat.
He raised his hand and slapped himself, "It's just an old fool who is spewing feces from his mouth.
Please forgive me, sir."
"I won't argue with you, just tell me, where is the man who dug the moat?"
"Everyone, everyone has gone back.
It was said by the imperial envoy Master Zhou.
With the imperial court's one hundred thousand troops protecting him, nothing will happen to Qinzhou at all.
The word has already spread on the embankment, saying that you will give food after you finish the work."
It can’t be true.
Mr.
Zhou said that the government’s relief food is limited and cannot be used at will.”
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"Why are you so short-sighted, you bastard?"
No matter how well-mannered Yang Zefang was, she couldn't stop yelling at him.
Not to mention the current critical situation in Qinzhou, which is a special period.
Even this method of providing work-for-relief is in line with the imperial regulations and cannot be said to be arbitrary misappropriation.
It was obvious that Zhou Jingwen was deliberately playing against himself.
"Master" the servant was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.
The two imperial envoys regarded Zhou Jingwen as the most respected person, and if he really knew it, their master would probably be charged with disobedience.
Unexpectedly, Yang Zefang spit on the ground and said angrily: "You can say this even in person."
With that said, he turned his horse's head and galloped towards the government office.
When I arrived at the government office, I happened to see Magistrate Meng Lian from a distance.
Meng Jian obviously also saw Yang Zefang.
He turned around in shock and wanted to avoid it.
Yang Zefang might as well have lifted up her robe and strode after him: "Prefect Meng, stay."
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Meng Qian had to stand still, but before Yang Zefang could speak, he shouted Qu: "Master Yang, Master Yang, you are back.
You don't know, those unscrupulous people keep saying that they need to see food before they are willing to work, and there is nothing you can do about it.
Listen, they are still making trouble now. " As if to echo Meng Qian's statement, there was a burst of noise outside the house door: "Isn't Mr.
Yang back?"
"We want to see Mr.
Yang."
"The government can't fool people like this."
"We have been working here for more than ten days, and we cannot afford to lose even a grain of food."
"Why are these people so well-informed?
As soon as our master came back, so many people gathered immediately."
Do you really think that you are a fool?
There are so many people waiting here.
It must have been planned by some people.
This is not the time to care.
There are so many people gathered around now, and if they really can’t bring out food, there may be big trouble: "Master, please hide first."
Before Yang Zefang opened her mouth, she might as well have been spotted by a sharp-eyed civilian: "Hey, isn't that the Imperial Envoy Yang?"
As he said that, a swarm of bees came over.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Yan hurriedly said to Yang Zefang: "Let someone block it, Master Yang, it's better to avoid it."
In my heart, I really felt some sympathy for Mr.
Yang.
How could I not understand at this moment that Zhou Jingwen was clearly trying to deal with Yang Zefang.
Zhou Jingwen had seemed to be quite elegant before.
Although he was not as graceful as Yang Zefang, he could still be regarded as a model among literati.
Now, it was clear that he was just a smiling tiger.
But I have to say that Zhou Jingwen played this skill very well.
Mr.
Yang had been in charge of settling down the people and relieving the victims, and had been in Qinzhou for so many days, and he had managed to build up a reputation that was even higher than that of the prefect himself.
On the other hand, Mr.
Zhou is sitting comfortably in the government office.
Fortunately, I was still confused.
Zhou Jingwen was the father-in-law of the fifth prince.
Now that he had gone to Qinzhou, where the situation was in critical condition, he would undoubtedly try his best to win over the people for the fifth prince.
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How could he act so unapologetically?
I didn't expect that I would be waiting here.
I have to say this is a good move.
Looking at Zhou Jingwen's appearance, it was obvious that he had negotiated with Shen Qingyun.
As long as the moat became a mess and the people in the city could not get the promised relief food, they would definitely complain, and even the imperial censor would not be able to spare him. .
When the rebellion was put down, all the good things were attributed to Zhou Jingwen.
Naturally, all the rotten and dirty things were left to Yang Zefang.
"Prefect Meng, do it yourself."
Yang Zefang didn't move at all.
Looking at the ragged people, whose faces were blue from the cold in the winter, and even a thin and shapeless seven- or eight-year-old child among them, I felt waves of fever in my chest.
Not only did he not retreat, but he took off his official hat and turned around to greet him.
Meng Jian, who was left behind, was stunned.
What a great scholar in the dynasty.
Looking at it, Yang Zefang was obviously a brainless fool.
These victims came to ask for food.
They rushed to deliver it if they couldn't get it.
They were quite manly, but they were also too stupid.
Are you obviously asking for trouble?
Only Yang Zefang had the courage, but she didn't want to suffer this fate with him.
I had personally experienced the arrogance of those rebels before.
If one thing is not handled well, it is unlikely that these common people will turn into mobs at any time.
Looking at Yang Zefang with a complicated expression, who was surrounded by three layers of people, Meng Jian turned around and walked quickly towards Zhou Jingwen's yard.
"Surrounded by the people."
After listening to Meng Lian's words, Zhou Jingwen casually picked up the brush and looked out through the window for a moment, but then said something completely wrong, "It's still a bit hot today.
Mr.
Yang is here It would be nice if it cools down for a while outside.”
Meng Jian was startled for a moment, but soon understood that what Zhou Jingwen meant was that he thought Yang Zefang was hot-headed and nosy.
He immediately grimaced, wondering if this was a fight between gods and a kid would suffer.
Master Zhou also understood what he meant.
He clearly wanted to wait for Yang Zefang to make a big fool of himself and beg him before he would come forward.
That's right.
If you take out the food you promised before, you can instantly win the love of the people and make Yang Zefang unable to hold his head high again.
Unexpectedly, just in time for a cup of tea, a servant suddenly ran into the courtyard in a hurry: "My lord, my lord, go and take a look.
There are a lot of grain trucks coming outside the house.
They say they were sent here by Lord Yang."
"What?"
Zhou Jingwen was stunned for a moment, and threw down the pen in his hand with a "pop" sound.
The words he was about to finish were suddenly covered with ink, and it was clearly ruined.
"It's ridiculous.
Where did Yang Zefang have the courage to distribute relief privately?"
grain" He didn't even bother to take the cloak handed over by the servant, and walked away quickly with a cold face.
"Sir" Meng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly ran out.
When I got outside, I realized that the noisy crowd just now had disappeared.
Instead, there were more than a dozen large cars lined up outside the government office, covered with thick tarpaulins, and even in the distance.
On the streets, there are still large cars coming in a steady stream.
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Meng Yan took a breath when he saw so much food.
The food relief sent by the court before was not just this much.
Could it be that Yang Zefang pulled them all out?
"Yang Zefang, you are so brave."
Zhou Jingwen's beard stood up, "This is relief food from the imperial court.
How dare you distribute it randomly?
Believe it or not, I will give you a copy."
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