Enter the Room

  Mr. Jinghu glanced at Mr. Xiang with some disgust, and said, "Get up and talk!"

  Master Xiang couldn't get up, and begged bitterly: "When Master Bai is in charge, I can't talk at all. If I had known that he dared to murder even his colleagues for his own self-interest, I would never let him..."

  Mr. Jinghu only felt his temples buzzing, and said impatiently: "Hurry up!"

   Master Xiang reluctantly stood up.

  Over there, Yuan Yunzhong waved to Song Jiyun and said, "You also come over and help us."

   Song Cuiyun was puzzled.

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "Didn't you deal with people who transported water? It is not easy to travel by water for 50,000 people. You must have someone who is proficient in water transport to get a charter. I am afraid that this matter will depend on you."

   She is willing to do something for these refugees.

  Yuan Yunzhong invited Mr. Xiang to accompany Mr. Jinghu: "I still have a book to write, and I will trouble my grandfather to talk about what happened these days."

  Master Xiang was thinking about how to make meritorious deeds, when he heard the words, he was naturally overjoyed, and replied "Yes" repeatedly.

  Yuan Yunzhong personally made a cup of tea for Mr. Jinghu, and comforted him: "Grandfather will help to revise the memorial."

  Mr. Jinghu smiled helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Get lost!"

  Yuan Yunzhong and Wang Zi smiled and went to the study in the back hall with Song Jiyun.

   Song Jiyun rubbed ink on Yuan Yunzhong, talking about water transportation, while Wang Zi drew a rough map of the Yangtze River.

The three of them got together to discuss for a long time, and decided on a few suitable places to house the 50,000 refugees. Yuan Yunzhong began to write the memorial, and then discussed with Wang Zi word for word for a long time, and revised several drafts before putting down his hands. pen.

  Wu Zuo from the three counties also came.

  Several experts found a wound on the back of Master Bai's head from a heavy blow, and agreed that Master Bai had been beaten to death and pretended to hang himself.

   This matter became a big deal.

  Yuan Yunzhong wrote another note about Master Bai’s death, together with the previous note about resettlement of refugees, he will hand it over to the emperor when he meets the saint.

As for Mr. Jinghu, he has been urging Wang Zi to accompany Yuan Yunzhong to go to Beijing as soon as possible. As for Shi Jingshan, he said to Yuan Yunzhong: "I will help you look after it. You go back to Beijing and help me give your uncle, Your father, and several friends of your grandfather brought a few letters. I have some things to ask them for help."

  Yuan Yunzhong agreed, and after hesitating for a moment, he said to Song Jiyun: "You can come back to Beijing with me too. It's a mess here, I'm not by your side, so don't worry."

  Song Jiyun felt that it was useless for her to stay here, but at Water Transport, she promised to exchange porcelain for rice, and she had to discuss in detail what porcelain they wanted and where to trade it.

   "Okay!" She immediately agreed.

  Yuan Yunzhong let out a long breath.

  When he was in Jingdezhen, he discovered that Song Jiyun liked to help some poor people as much as he could, and he was afraid that she would insist on staying here to give porridge. The murderer who killed Master Bai has not been found yet, and he is very afraid that Song Jiyun will be hurt because of this.

  He left the guards to Mr. Jinghu, and repeatedly told him: "Take people with you wherever you go, don't take it lightly."

  Mr. Jinghu smiled and patted him, and said: "Stinky boy, I taught you those tricks of yours, and you taught me a lesson."

  He handed the already written letter to Yuan Yunzhong and said, "Let's go! I'll see you off!"

  Yuan Yunzhong let out a soft "hmm", and left the conference hall with Song Jiyun and others.

  Zheng Quan was definitely going to follow Song Jiyun. Wang Hua and others hurriedly prepared the carriage for them. Yuan Yunzhong helped Song Jiyun get into the carriage. He and Wang Zi were on the left and right, escorted by the school captain, and slowly prepared to leave Shijingshan.

The refugees who had been happily watching the food unloading on the third floor and the third floor outside were met, and when they learned that Yuan Yunzhong was going back to Beijing, they suddenly panicked, and all of them rushed towards them with a "wow", and knelt down one by one. In front of them, he said: "Master Yuan, please don't leave us alone! When will you come back to uphold justice!"

   "Master Yuan, you are the Lord Qingtian who saves the suffering. Without you, there would be no us!"

   Some people kowtowed to the children: "Master Yuan, you saved this child's life. When he grows up, I will ask him to set up a longevity card for you."

A frail man came over with an umbrella and said, "Master Yuan, we all have nothing, so we can only give you the Wanmin Umbrella which is not the Wanmin Umbrella. I wish you success in every step of the way and a prosperous official career." After finishing speaking, he He tore a shapeless piece of cloth from his tattered clothes and tied it to the umbrella.

  Everyone came to their senses when they saw this, and they all tore off their bodies or trousers corners to tie them to the umbrella.

   "Thank you! Thank you!" Yuan Yunzhong said, "I'm just going back to Beijing Miansheng. I'll be back in three days at most. I won't leave you alone."

  But those people still chattered and said: "Master Yuan, then you should also take the umbrella we gave you back to Beijing! Let everyone know that you are a good official who makes decisions for the people!"

   "Yes! Yes! Master Yuan, please accept this umbrella!"

   "Master Yuan, you have to come back quickly!"

  There was a thin sobbing sound from the crowd.

   The corners of Cumulus Song's eyes were a little moist.

   I just did what I should do, but in return so many people are grateful.

  She took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, only to find that the corners of Yuan Yunzhong's eyes were also shining with water.

  She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

  Yuan Yunzhong had dismounted, and solemnly took over the umbrella that looked even more tattered because it was covered with various strips of cloth.

  Wang Zi got off his horse and led the horse for Yuan Yunzhong

  Song Jiyun sucked his nose and smiled with tears in his eyes, but the corner of his eyes suddenly broke into Mr. Jinghu's figure.

  He stood on the steps of the chamber with his hands behind his back, his back straight, and he looked at Yuan Yunzhong with a delicate expression.

  Song Jiyun snorted lightly.

  Having been an official for a lifetime, Mr. Jinghu may have to live with a Wanmin Umbrella, right? !

  She was about to turn her head while thinking, when Mr. Jinghu's gaze was on one side, and the eyes of the two met in the air unexpectedly.

  Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows.

  Mr. Jinghu nodded slowly towards her.

  The attitude changed from the previous negligence, with a bit of respect.

   Pay tribute to those who meet their opponents in chess.

  Song Jiyun was stunned.

  Mr. Jinghu gradually smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

  Song Jiyun was so shocked that his jaw couldn't close.

  Mr. Jinghu, with his hands behind his back, turned around and walked into the meeting hall in a leisurely manner.

No way!

  Is he admitting himself?

  Song Jiyun felt like a cat scratching in his heart.

   "Yunduo! Yunduo!" Someone called her softly.

  She came back to her senses, saw Yuan Yunzhong helping her put down the car curtain, and said, "We're back to Beijing!"

  Song Cumulus nodded.

  The carriage curtain was lowered, and the carriage slowly left Shijingshan.

  Song Jiyun couldn't bear to raise the curtain again.

  Beside the carriage, Yuan Yunzhong rode on the horse, holding the Wanmin umbrella, and led her through the refugees who were seeing each other off.

  In the distance, Lord Xiang is busy inspecting the grain that has been weighed.

  Shao Qing was standing next to the clerk who weighed the grain and yelled loudly: "A total of 16,543 shi! Send it to the C warehouse!"

  A group of children ran around the grass shed and "giggled" and laughed.

  The sun rises, a cheerful and prosperous scene.

   (End of text)

  I will write "Postscript" tomorrow ^O^