The amber liquid flows in a white porcelain bowl, which is pleasing to the eye.

Magu wine is a specialty of Fuzhou. It is brewed with clear mountain springs and good glutinous rice. It is also mixed with more than 20 flavors of Chinese herbal medicines. It is warm and nourishing, relaxes muscles and activates blood circulation, clears the brain, refreshes the mind and drives wind and strengthens bones.

Wine is also a kind of health culture in traditional culture. A cup of wine is not allowed to drink a lot of drinks. As it accumulates over time, it will naturally achieve the effect of strengthening the body and bones.

A jar of wine was divided into more than one or two. Xie Jin smelled the fragrance of the wine and looked intoxicated. Tie Xuan drank it all in one go, and then he didn't seem to have any smell.

A waste of resources! Xie Jin said disdainfully, this is just a slow... Alas, old man!

In amazement, Tie Xuan's big hand snatched the other party's drink, tilted his neck to drink it, wiped his mouth and said, "How hard is drinking?"

You... Xie Jin is speechless.

Although the wine is good, Zhu Yunxiu has no intention of drinking.

He said to the official secretary, come here, I have something to ask you!

Lord! The postmaster came over respectfully and bent down and said, "What are your instructions?"

I heard that a few days ago, Fuzhou had ineffective relief for disaster victims, which led to civil unrest. Now tens of thousands of people gathered on the mountain. Is this a matter? Zhu Yunxiu asked coldly while drinking fish soup.

This... sir, the lower official is just a postmaster...

When he cried, a tooth sign of the captain's corpse was thrown on the table. He Guangyi snorted coldly, "What do you say, what do you want to hesitate about if you ask you? If you don't say it now, I'll take you to the imperial prison if you want to say it."

Lord! The postmaster was so scared that he knelt down and kowtowed and said, "The villain said, the villain said!"

The Jinyiwei was the personal army of the emperor, and the prime minister arrested and killed him. He was a small postmaster and could not afford to offend him.

Then tell me about the causes and consequences of the disaster in Fuzhou, how did the government deal with it? And how did the victims gather together! Zhu Yunxiu put down the bowl and sat down with a golden knife.

The flood came so suddenly. The victims from the surrounding four counties rushed over. Those who had no food or drink wanted to go to the city to beg for food. However, there was not much food stored in Fuzhou City, and the people of Fuzhou also wanted to eat.

The prefect ordered that while raising grain relief, the four doors were closed, and in a few days, more and more victims were affected. Before the food above arrived, the daily food in the porridge factory outside the city was not enough to eat.

How many porridge factories are there in total? Zhu Yunxi suddenly asked, how many meals a day!

Six! The postmaster hesitated and beat him a day.

There are four counties in Fuzhou, and the victims are constantly flowing to Fuzhou, with more than tens of thousands of victims.

How to manage only six porridge factories? In this kind of disaster year, once people gather together, it is difficult to not cause trouble. And it is still a meal a day. If it is organized by local governments, everyone will have it, but if the elderly, weak, sick and disabled cannot get it, they will be destined to have trouble.

Zhu Yunxiu had a cold face, you continue talking!

The official swallowed, and one day, a few hungry young and strong men started to make a fuss in the porridge factory. They said they were not full, and the government did not care about their lives and death, so the official officer slaughtered a few on the spot.

Who would have thought that the disaster victims started to make trouble? It was the prefect who came forward and said that the court's disaster relief food would arrive soon before comforting it!

On the third day, the food from the court really came. But the porridge factory only gave it one meal a day, and trucks of grain were transported into the city, but they didn't take it out for relief. The victims refused to agree. Several of the victims were the militia archers, and they robbed the grain truck on the spot and robbed a lot of grain!

Zhang Shan deserves to die! Zhu Yunxi slapped the table and said angrily.

The prefect of Fuzhou was named Zhang Shan, who was a juren in the fourth year of Hongwu. The Ministry of Personnel assessed that his career in his more than 20 years was not outstanding, but he was not at all wrong.

But unexpectedly, this person was so stupid. Disaster relief started from the grassroots level, organized officials to separate the victims, ensure their food rations, and actively provided peace of mind.

He actually had no place to do the right thing. Not only did he not do it well, but he made the victims angry and did not succeed.

It's a bit ironic. Throughout history, he is not the first, but he is not the last. He usually has five people and six people, and when something happens, he will all be numb.

Lord! The postmaster looked at Zhu Yunxiu and said in a low voice, "In fact, Lord Zhang is a good official!"

How was he so good? Zhu Yunxi asked in surprise.

As soon as Fuhe broke, the prefect organized the civilians to go to the river bank, where they were all day and night. As he said that, the official secretary looked at the guards around him and plucked up the courage to say, "My dear Lord Zhang, Lord Zhang is a good official, a clean official!"

Can a good official do things like this? Zhu Yunsheng sneered, but he immediately thought of something.

The Fuzhou Prefect Zhang Shan was transferred to Fuzhou as the prefect in April this year, and was transferred to Fuzhou at the same level. The assessment of the Ministry of Personnel also said that Zhang Shan was an honest official and the local inspection and censor had a memorial statement. When Zhang Shan took office, he only brought his family, a few servants and a mule cart.

Moreover, the official secretary said that since the Fuhe River broke, Zhang Shan has been on the river bank. So who presided over the relief? Who is managing the distribution of rations to the victims?

Could it be that there is something hidden?

Zhu Yunqiu was suspicious and continued to ask, "Do you know what the thief Wang Musheng, who robbed the food for disaster relief?"

Yicheng is a local person with very good knowledge, and it can even be said that the black and white are related.

Go back to the adults, the villain heard that he had been a archer for a country militia!

Militia, a grassroots armed force organized by gentry in the Ming Dynasty, is usually the people, and if there is any war, he will obey the command of the government.

Most of these militiamen are brave and fierce in the countryside, but they are quite famous in the countryside. The south is different from the north. Most of them are villages and surnames, with strong clan power, and the surrounding villages have been intermarried for generations, so these people are very united.

Once there is a dispute with outsiders, these brave and fierce militias often come forward. The southerners seem honest and docile, but once they touch their interests, the most people are the most brave. Fights between villages and villages are emerging one after another.

How many people did Wang Musheng take to rob the grain truck? Zhu Yunxi asked again, "You know the joints in detail."

This... the postmaster began to hesitate again, and slowly broke out in cold sweat on his head, and his expression was extremely entangled.

He knew something, but he didn't dare to say it!

Zhu Yunxiu glanced at He Guangyi, who slapped the table and looked up!

The Yicheng was so scared that he looked at him tremblingly.

Can you read? Look at what is written on this official waist card? He Guangyi took out the ivory waist card directly from his arms.

The Jinyiwei's personal army commander of the Tongzhi... The postmaster kept muttering intermittently.

This official is the emperor's personal army. Even if the Jiangxi Provincial Governor's Office comes, I will not miss him. If you know what you know, you will definitely guarantee you to be thorough. You dare to fool you, hehe! You can't take you to the imperial prison and have some food in prison!

(During the Hongwu period of the early Ming Dynasty, there were no governors in various provinces, and the biggest official was the governor. The governor at that time was a general term, mostly referring to representing the emperor to inspect local inspections. For example, Zhu Biao once governed Shaanxi.)

Zhu Yunxiu also said, "Tell me, I'll have a reward if I've agreed! Then he waved his hand, and Liao Yong, who was behind him, took out a golden cake as big as a palm, and placed it directly in front of Yicheng."

Yi Cheng was obviously very confused, but when he came and saw him off, his eyes were the most vicious. He knew that the young man in front of him must be not ordinary people. He might be woe to him in the future, but if he didn't say that he would be woe to him now.

After some struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, Wang Musheng turned out to be the porridge factory to maintain public order. When the porridge factory released grains, he saw that some sand was mixed in the grains, so he said a few irrelevant gossips!"

What do you mean? Zhu Yunxiu asked, hesitating, speak quickly!

Wang Musheng said that these bad-hearted officials dared to mix sand in the food for disaster relief! The official secretary wiped the sweat off his head and continued to say that he just wanted to have fun, but unexpectedly someone turned around and told the head of the yamen runners.

On that day, four yamen runners arrested him into a prison in the city and whipped twenty whips. If it weren't for his relatives who had used silver in his family, they would probably have died. So after coming out, Wang Musheng gritted his teeth and simply took a few sworn brothers to steal the food truck.

Just because of a word, the yamen runners arrested people and went into the cell. Zhu Yunyu was furious. Just because the people complained, the yamen runners arrested people and sentenced them without permission. It is a big deal in the world! It is unheard of! What they do, the people can't say?

Tsk tsk, it’s such a great official power! The Ming Dynasty law, the innocent people are not allowed to be punished, and the government is not allowed to arrest or detain without authorization. Is this Ming Dynasty law a king? Is it a mother's paper to wipe the butt?

Zhu Yunxi became more and more angry as he spoke. The old man couldn't sleep all night because of the disaster in Jiangxi. He used reserve military rations and used the silver under the treasury in the treasury. In order to let the disaster pass as soon as possible and the people suffer less sins.

Unexpectedly, this local official not only could not understand the painstaking efforts of the court, but was even more mean and arrogant. Where did he place the people's hearts? Where did he place the national laws?

Is this simply an official forcing the people to rebel?

At this moment, a noise suddenly came from outside the station.

Swish, the guards in the room were unsheathed their swords and crossbows, and their movements quickly formed a battle formation, protecting Zhu Yunxie by his side.

Who is coming? Fu Rang yelled loudly at the door.

Yuan Wenqing, the governor of Jiangxi Province!

Li Tai, the chief minister of Fuzhou.

Zhang Wenyi, the chief judge of Fuzhou.

See Your Highness the Imperial Envoy of the King of Wu!

The drizzle outside was filled with the sound of officials bowing, and the postmaster in the lobby was stunned. He looked at Zhu Yunxi incredibly and almost fainted.

Are you...the imperial envoy?

Xie Jin smiled and said, "You postmaster some bragging in the future. His Highness, the emperor's grandson, King Wu, came to Jiangxi to preside over the disaster relief mission!"

God! The postmaster exclaimed, then kowtowed repeatedly, seeing King Wu Qiansui, the minister...

You are very good. Remember the orphan you mentioned today in your heart. Don’t be afraid, no one dares to make you wronged! As he said that, Zhu Yunxiu turned his head and said, Tie Xuan, show off the flag of the orphan’s imperial envoy!

Yes! Tie Xuan responded, and then took out the banner of the imperial envoy granted by the emperor from the bag and put it on.

Holding the banner of the imperial envoy, he walked to the door. The imperial envoy, King Wu, arrived a thousand years ago!

In the rain, dozens of officials knelt down directly in the mud and water of the inn yard.

Looking at the flag representing the emperor, long live my emperor!

Then, I saw Zhu Yunxiu walking to the door, and King Wu Qiansheng!

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Chapter completed!