Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

"No...it's nothing..." Tang Zhousheng looked embarrassed, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and whispered, "I'm just afraid that the land is very dirty and will dirty Master Shen's clothes."

Shen Ji smiled and looked at him quietly to explain.

"It's just a piece of clothing. If it can do something for the people, it will be a worthwhile trip." Shen Ji sat opposite him and looked at him with an unclear look.

Tang Zhousheng swallowed his saliva and finally realized that the man in front of him had bad intentions and was not just passing by by chance.

"County Magistrate Tang is the father-in-law of the people. He must have been disturbed by the flood. The situation of the disaster is uncertain. Magistrate Tang is not at ease, right?"

Shen Ji's words were like a huge stone, pressing on Tang Zhou Sheng's heart, making him unable to breathe.

Tang Zhousheng couldn't figure out the meaning behind his words, nor could he figure out the purpose of his trip.

There is no news in the capital, and I don’t know if Mr. Shen was ordered to inspect...

Tang Zhousheng clenched his molars and forced a smile, "That's natural. The disaster is serious and the refugees are displaced, which also affects the official's heart."

Shen Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, the smile on his lips was still gentle, and his eyes were full of interest when he looked at him.

After lunch, Tang Zhousheng was on pins and needles and would glance at Shen Ji from time to time.

Shen Ji's expression didn't change, he raised his long eyelashes and glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

After lunch, the two of them left the inn one after another and walked towards the carriage.

"Master Shen..." Tang Zhousheng looked at the man's back, thought again and again, and finally asked, "The refugees have lost their houses and land, and their emotions are difficult to control. There will be riots every three days. If you go there, I'm afraid yes……"

"It's okay." Shen Ji's back was turned to him, his appearance was unclear, and his tone was light, with no emotion at all.

Tang Zhousheng twitched his lips and was about to say something, but saw Shen Ji quicken his pace and get on the carriage.

At this point, Tang Zhousheng understood that he was just wasting his breath by saying that he was going to break the law. With a deep look in his eyes, he turned back and got into his carriage.
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Zhuozhou border
The two carriages stopped on the mountainside one after another. Wen Mo put down the footstool first and asked the gentleman to get off.

Shen Ji stood firm, lowered his eyes, and his heart sank.

The sky was sinking so hard that everywhere you looked, there was yellow water. Houses collapsed, crops were destroyed, and carcasses of domestic animals were floating on the sewage. People crowded on the hilltop opposite, crying and cursing God. .

The floods were still rising, and it seemed like it was going to rain. The people were exhausted physically and mentally, and there were cries and howls all over the mountains.

Every winter, people in Zhuangzi have a hard time, and many people always die.

But those who are still alive today are all people who have survived the winter. They finally ushered in the early spring, but their hope of living was washed away by the flood.

The crops are gone and the houses are collapsed. How should these people make a living?

"Sir..." Wen Mo felt cold and looked at the man beside him, "How could it be here..."

"Master Shen." Tang Zhousheng chased after him. His fat body made it particularly difficult for him to run. "Sir, please do not get close to those refugees. If you are targeted by them..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Zhousheng saw the silent man suddenly turn his head and stare at him.

The words stuck on his lips. Tang Zhousheng looked at him angrily, not daring to take a breath.

"Mr. Tang, can you please explain my confusion as to why I didn't see a porridge shed on the road?" Shen Ji narrowed his eyes and said with a low expression, "Where have all the disaster relief funds allocated by the court gone?"

Tang Zhousheng's expression suddenly changed and he whispered, "In order to give the people a place to live, all the disaster relief funds have been invested in reconstruction."

"It's so that the people have a place to live." Shen Ji frowned slightly and turned to look at him with a very cold look, "The people are starving to death, can they still live in the houses prepared by Magistrate Tang?"

Tang Zhousheng lowered his head and hurriedly said, "Sir, please calm down and let me know my mistake." "If I don't see the porridge shed within a quarter of an hour, does Magistrate Tang know what the consequences will be?"

After Shen Ji's words came out, Tang Zhousheng froze, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shen, I will definitely be able to do this well!" Tang Zhousheng lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.

Shen Ji waited quietly. Within a moment, a porridge shed was set up on the top of the mountain opposite.

When the people saw that they finally had food, they became less aggressive. Although they were very hungry, they did not fight over it and let the elderly and children get the porridge first.

The time was short and the porridge was not ready yet, but the aroma wafting out touched the hearts of every common people.

After another long while, the elderly and children at the front received the hot porridge one after another.

"Master Shen, are you satisfied with this?" Tangzhou rushed back in a dusty state, with beads of sweat on his forehead and a flattering smile.

Shen Ji nodded, his face softened a little, "The disaster is serious, I..."

Before Shen Ji could finish speaking, something happened again on the other side.

A girl didn't care that the rice porridge was scalding her mouth. She blew on it and poured it into her mouth. As soon as she took a sip, she spat it out.

"Oh no, this is food!"

"Zhang Fu's family, why don't you think highly of your Yingzi? Such good porridge was ruined by her!"

"Damn it, you will be punished by God for wasting food in vain!"

The woman next to the girl also blushed with anger, raised her hand and spanked her twice on the buttocks, crying and scolding, "You damn girl, why did you throw up the good porridge?"

The man on the side also felt embarrassed, his face turned cold, and he cursed in a deep voice, "You lose money, if I had known this, you might as well have eaten her bowl for me!"

The girl was very thin, her cheeks were sunken, she was hungry, tired and even beaten. She couldn't hold back and cried, "Dad, Mom, it wasn't me who wanted to vomit, it was the pebbles in the porridge!"

The little girl's voice was so penetrating that it exploded in the crowd. The remaining people ignored the excitement and hurriedly checked the white porridge in their bowls.

A boy stirred the white porridge with his fingers. When he saw what was inside, his expression suddenly changed. He screamed and hid in the arms of a woman nearby, "Mom, there is a mouse tail in the porridge!"

As soon as these words came out, the people could no longer bear it. They threw the bowls in their hands and rushed to the porridge shed to fight with the officers and soldiers who were giving the porridge.

The officers and soldiers were frightened by the sudden uprising of the common people, and drew their long swords, trying to suppress their momentum.

The people had been suppressed for a long time, and they were afraid of the sword and did not dare to step forward. The two sides were in a stalemate.

The girl named Yingzi hid in the crowd, and when she saw the officers and soldiers looking triumphant and the uncles in the village who dared not say anything, her head got hot and she rushed out of the crowd, hitting the knife directly.

The small body lay on the ground, dead, and the wound on his neck was still oozing blood.

"Eiko!"

"How dare you kill someone!"

"She is a child, you will be punished!"

Yingzi's death became the trigger, cutting off the last trace of rationality among the people. They no longer feared the officers and soldiers and fought with them.