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: "When Master Bai was in charge, I couldn't speak at all. If I had known that he would dare to murder his colleagues for his own selfish interests, I would not let him do it anyway..."

Mr. Jinghu felt his temples buzzing and said impatiently: "Get up quickly!"

Lord Xiang stood up reluctantly.

Over there, Yuan Yunzhong had already waved to Song Jiyun and said, "Come over and help us."

Song Jiuyun was puzzled.

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "Haven't you ever dealt with water transport people? With 50,000 people, traveling by water is not an easy task. You have to have someone who is proficient in water transport to get a charter. I'm afraid we have to rely on this matter you."

What is she willing to do for these refugees?

Yuan Yunzhong invited Mr. Xiang to accompany Mr. Jinghu: "I still have some notes to write. I will trouble you to tell my grandfather about what happened these days."

Mr. Xiang was thinking about how to get away with his crime and make meritorious service. He was naturally overjoyed when he heard this and said "Okay" repeatedly.

Yuan Yunzhong personally made a cup of tea for Mr. Jinghu and comforted him: "Grandpa will help correct the memorial later."

Mr. Jinghu smiled helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Get out of here!"

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

Song Jiyun polished ink for Yuan Yunzhong and talked about water transportation, while Wang Zi drew a rough map of the Yangtze River.

The three people gathered together to discuss for a long time and decided on a few suitable places to resettle the fifty thousand refugees. Yuan Yunzhong began to write the memorial. Afterwards, he and Wang Zi discussed word for word for a long time and revised several drafts before putting it down. pen.

The gangsters from the three counties also came.

Several gangsters found wounds on the back of Mr. Bai's head from being hit with heavy objects, and they all agreed that Mr. Bai had been beaten to death and pretended to hang himself.

This matter became a big deal.

Yuan Yunzhong wrote another note about Lord Bai's death, together with the previous note about the resettlement of the refugees, which he will hand over to the emperor when he faces the emperor.

As for Mr. Jinghu, he has been urging Wang Zi to accompany Yuan Yunzhong to Beijing quickly. As for Shi Jingshan, he said to Yuan Yunzhong: "I will watch it for you. When you return to Beijing, help me give your uncle, Your father and some of your grandfather's friends are bringing a few letters. I have something 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. It's a mess here, and I don't worry if I'm not by your side."

Song Jiyun felt that it was of no use for her to stay here, and at Caoyun, she promised to exchange porcelain for rice, and they had to negotiate specifically what kind of porcelain they wanted and where to trade it.

"Okay!" She agreed immediately.

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 possible, and he was afraid that she would insist on staying here to give porridge. Master Bai's murderer has not yet been found, and he is very afraid that Song Jiyun will be harmed as a result.

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

Mr. Jinghu smiled and slapped him, and said, "You brat, I taught you those tricks, and you taught me a lesson."

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

Yuan Yunzhong gave a soft "hmm" and left the meeting 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 on 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 were originally happily gathered around to watch the unloading of grain, suddenly panicked when they learned that Yuan Yunzhong was going back to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit. They all rushed towards them with a roar, 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 Qingtian Master who saves people in need. Without you, there would be no us!"

Others kowtow to the child: "Master Yuan, you saved this child's life. When he grows up, I will ask him to set up a longevity tablet for you."

A frail man came over with an umbrella and said: "Master Yuan, we all have nothing to offer, so I can only give you the Wanmin Umbrella, which is not the Wanmin Umbrella. I wish you a higher career and a prosperous career." After saying this, he He tore a shapeless piece of cloth from his rags and tied it to the umbrella.

Seeing this, everyone came to their senses and began to tear off the cloth from their bodies or trousers to tie it to the umbrella.

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

But those people still kept talking: "Master Yuan, then you can take this umbrella we gave you back to the capital! Let everyone know that you are a good official who makes decisions for the people!"

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

"Master Yuan, you must come back soon!"

Small sobs came from the crowd.

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

I just did what I should do, but I got so many people grateful.

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

She couldn't help but laugh softly.

Yuan Yunzhong had dismounted and solemnly took the umbrella, which was even more tattered because it was tied with various strips of cloth.

Wang Zi then dismounted and led Yuan Yunzhong's horse.

Song Jiyun sniffed and laughed with tears in his eyes, but suddenly the figure of Mr. Jinghu appeared in the corner of his eye.

He stood on the steps of the meeting hall with his hands behind his back, his back straight, looking at Yuan Yunzhong with a subtle expression.

Song Jiyun snorted softly.

After being an official all his life, Mr. Jinghu probably has to have an umbrella for all people, right? !

She was thinking about turning her head when Mr. Jinghu looked to one side, and their eyes met unexpectedly in the air.

Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Jinghu nodded slowly towards her.

His attitude changed from the previous indifference to a bit of respect.

Pay tribute to those who met their opponents in chess.

Song Jiyun was stunned.

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

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

Mr. Jinghu, with his hands behind his back, turned around and entered the meeting hall leisurely.

No way!

Did he admit it?

Song Jiyun felt like a cat scratching his head.

"Yunduo! Yunduo!" Someone called her softly.

When she came back to her senses, she saw Yuan Yunzhong helping her lower the car curtain and said, "We are back in Beijing!"

Song Jiuyun nodded.

The curtains were lowered and the carriage slowly left Shijingshan.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but lift the curtain again.

Next to the carriage, Yuan Yunzhong was riding on a horse, holding the Ten Thousand People Umbrella, and led her through the streets filled with refugees.

In the distance, Mr. Xiang was busy inspecting the grain that had been weighed.

Shao Qing was standing next to the clerk who was weighing the grain and shouted loudly: "A total of 16,543 dan! Send it to the C-shaped warehouse!"

A group of children were giggling and running around the thatched shed.

The sun rises, creating a cheerful and prosperous scene.

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I will write the "Postscript" tomorrow^O^