I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    On this day, when Jun Huailang arrived in the south of the city, it was getting dark.

    To this day, the repair of the embankment has only just begun. The damage of the embankment is quite serious, the scope is large, and the surrounding cities have been submerged, making it even more difficult to repair.

    But if it is not repaired, the river will continue to spread, and it is not impossible for the entire Jinling City to be submerged.

    Jun Huailang left early in the morning and came back late, until today, after roughly setting up the embankment repairs, he can take a breath.

    But when the carriage drove to the gate of the governor's house, he made the driver turn around again.

    "Go to the place where the refugees are resettled in the south of the city." He said without getting out of the car. "I gonna go see."

    The coachman immediately whipped the whip and urged the horse to send him all the way to the West City Gate.

    After these few days of resettlement, the city has become much more orderly than the day of the disaster, and various business streets are also open for business.

    When passing a street, the curtain of Jun Huailang's car was blown by the wind, and he saw a long queue in front of a shop on the corner of the street.

    It's a rice shop.

    Although the line is long, few people can buy anything. I saw some people left with more than half of the empty cloth bags in their hands, and some ragged refugees who waited in line for half a day, but then walked away with empty backpacks.

    Jun Huailang could not help frowning.

    He remembered that the government has indeed been doing this in the past few days, but to distribute food to the people, it must first be clearly counted and recorded in the book, and then according to the number of refugees and the disaster situation to allocate. These things must not only be registered by the government itself, but also reported to the imperial court.

    According to the progress of the government, the food was distributed to the people, and it only took a few days.

    The consideration of officials has always been from the overall situation. When money and grain are to be distributed to the common people, it is necessary not only to consider the reasonable distribution, but also to follow the procedures of the court, so as not to disturb the order.

    To do this work, the distribution of food will naturally be slower, but within a few days, people will not starve to death, and the officials will naturally not be able to take care of it. These days, what should the people do.

    Jun Huailang pursed his lips and slowly lowered the curtain of the carriage.

    In front of the carriage diagonally, there was a rickety old woman, carrying an empty basket, and two young children beside her. One of them was naughty, as if seeing something on the road, he ran straight to the middle of the road.

    It was dark, and the driver didn't realize there was a child in the middle of the road until he got close, so he hurriedly grabbed the horse.

    The carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a bang, and the horse neighed and raised its hooves, almost stepping on the child.

    The driver was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and said in a hurry, "Where are the parents of this child, why don't they take good care of the child!"

      Chacai bumped into the master, and asked the master to forgive him..."

    "Okay."

    The coachman was about to say something when Jun Huailang in the carriage stopped him.

    The driver quickly fell silent.

    A cold and slender hand lifted the curtain of the car, Jun Huailang leaned slightly and asked, "Is the child hurt?"

    The old woman hurriedly said: "No, no, thank you sir!"

    Jun Huailong paused.

    “What is the price of food in the city now?” he asked.

    The old woman showed a bitter look: "It has risen by nearly 80%."

    Jun Huailang lowered his eyes, opened the hidden compartment of the carriage, took out a purse full of silver, and handed it to the coachman.

    "Give it to her," he said.

    The driver hurriedly obeyed. The old woman took the thing carefully, only to know what was in her hand: "This..."

    Jun Huailang said: "Take it for emergency first, buy rice grain for the child. It's only two days, the government will release grain, just endure these two days, you don't have to worry. "

    The cloud on Jun Huailang's face did not dissipate.

    He saves one person, but not everyone. He gave money to the old woman in front of him, but there are still many people who are still starving.

    "...Let's go." After a while, Jun Huailang lowered the curtain and said lightly.

    At this moment, there was a sparkling sound from behind the carriage, as if a convoy was coming.

    Jun Huailang was about to urge the driver to give way when he heard the convoy behind him stop.

     Immediately afterwards, someone got out of the car and trotted all the way to Jun Huailang's car.

    "His Royal Highness!"

    It is the eunuch's peculiar high-pitched voice, which is a treasure when you hear it.

    Jun Huailang opened the curtain of the car, and through the window, he saw Jinbao talking to the old woman at a glance.

    He held his head high and his voice was very loud, as if he was specifically asking for credit.

    "Don't go shopping for food, go home quickly, the food will be delivered immediately." He said. "My lord paid for it out of his own pocket, bought several carts of food, and delivered it to you personally!"

    After he finished speaking, he looked up at Jun Huailang, smiling until his teeth were lost.

    "It's too coincidental, Your Highness, let's go together?"

    —

    Jin Yiwei's movements have always been fast. There are tens of thousands of refugees in the south of the city, but they sent out all the food they brought before it got dark.

    Jun Huailang sat on the edge of the camp, watching the smoke and lights in the camp.

    At this moment, a figure walked out of the light.

    Tall and tall, wearing a black and gold brocade robe with dark lines and wide sleeves, coming from a distance, she knew it was Xue Yan.

    Jun Huailang looked up at him, saw him walking step by step, lifted his robe, and sat down beside him.

    "All sent out?" Jun Huailang asked.

    Xue Yan nodded.

    Jun Huailang sighed.

    "Although there is a lot of food and grass, it's only enough for one meal, right?" he asked.

    There are tens of thousands of refugees in the south of the city. Those truckloads of grain and grass placed in front of such a large number of refugees were nothing but a drop in the bucket.

    "The next day at the latest, the government's grain and grass will be sent." Xue Yan said.

    He paused, then continued: "But it's still not enough. Jinling's treasury is incomparable with Chang'an, and there is a certain amount of money left in the warehouse every year. The money sent out will be managed for at most ten days. , it will run out again.”

     Jun Huailang listened, and his expression gradually sank.

    “Not so,” he said. "This dam, at least it will take forty or fifty days to repair, not to mention that the north of the city will have to be renovated so that they can settle down again. People will starve to death by relying on the government's grain alone."

    Jun Huailang nodded.

    But then, he thoughtfully said: "However, every time the capital sends food and money to the local area, it will be exploited layer by layer after passing through various prefectural and yamen checkpoints. This time, Could it be the same?"

    Xue Yan nodded firmly: "Yes."

    Not only will they be exploited layer by layer, but the materials will be detained as soon as they leave Chang'an and arrive at the starting point of the canal in Shandong.

    Because of the prefect of Shandong, the Xu family has long been replaced by their own people.

    At this juncture, a change of people, and a change of an irrelevant official who has just joined their command, must be sacrificed to take a risky move.

    As long as the prefect finds a reason to detain the food, the urgency of Jiangnan will be more serious. He left most of the rest, and transported the rest. Once he entered Jinling, Guo Rongwen handed it over and registered it in the warehouse according to the original quantity. Then, along the way, the people who handled the supplies were all from the Xu family.

    The money that was detained evaporated in the process.

    At that time, Jinling will not have enough food and grass for disaster relief, so the vacancy is the crime of Yongning Gong and Shen Zhifu.

    What the Xu family has to do now is to arrange the officials who will send the supplies as their own, which is enough.

    Hearing this, Jun Huailang looked a little nervous.

    "What then?" he asked.

    The money and food were distributed according to the emperor's will, and they didn't have enough in their hands, so it was too late to report back and investigate thoroughly. When the disaster relief is not timely, only the officials in Jiangnan will suffer this secret loss.

    He looked at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan was also looking down at him.

    The surroundings were dark, and the lights in the camp not far away were warm, shining in his light amber eyes.

    Xue Yan smiled lightly.

    "Do nothing."

    He raised his hand and pressed the back of Jun Huailang's neck, then put his head on his shoulder and let him lean on it.

    The dark blue in Jun Huailang's eyes, he could see clearly.

    This is not his fault.

    Jun Huailang struggled a few times, but was suppressed by Xue Yan. He was already tired, and he had no energy and energy at this time. He couldn't struggle, so he just let Xue Yan go.

    The eyelids also begin to sink.

    It's interesting to say, this person beside him is obviously violent and murderous, but he is most at ease when he is by his side.

    It is a kind of peace of mind that is hard to refuse, and cannot be denied at all.

    "...Do nothing, don't you just sit back and wait?" He sighed, his eyelashes drooping involuntarily.

    The smoke and lights in front of her were scattered into a large blur of warm yellow halo.

    Xue Yan smiled lightly.

    "You don't have to do it. When the imperial decree is issued, I will personally take people there and bring food and grass back." He said. "As much as I transfer out of the national treasury, I will send back as much as I can, without a grain of rice."

    Jun Huailang laughed softly.

    "I trust you," he said.

    Xue Yan's lips twitched. He looked down at Jun Huailang, his eyes filled with tenderness and warmth that he hadn't even noticed.

    After a while, he remembered something again, paused, and took the initiative to admit: "I bought these today from Guo Rongwen."

    Jun Huailang raised his head in surprise when he heard this: "Huh?"

    Seeing Xue Yan nodded: "Well. Let him count the treasury, and he will smuggle out the grain and sell it all."

    Jun Huailang's drowsiness disappeared.

    "Then, where did the money go?" He asked, "Could it be sent to the capital again? In this case, we must let him catch him before the money is released. Otherwise, he will be empty-handed and dead without proof."

    Xue Yan laughed softly.

    "The money is really out of his hands," he said. "However, it's not dead without proof."

    Jun Huailang was puzzled: "Where did it go?"

    Xue Yan met his gaze and saw Jun Huailang looking at him nervously and seriously.

    He laughed, raised his hand and patted his cheek lightly with the back of his hand.

    "I'll take you somewhere in two days," he said. "You'll know when you go."