I Become A Saint By Studying

Nanxiang Prefecture City.

People's livelihood is already difficult after experiencing the demon incident, but now it is even more difficult because of the man-made snow disaster.

But this ancient and remote Fucheng can always burst out its tenacious vitality, and a group of people silently support the operation of the Fucheng with Earthly Branches.

Lin Yi rode the holy beast deep, the city gate was wide open, and the cold wind, as cold as a knife, mixed with wind and snow, blew from the gate of the city.

"It's no wonder that there are no people fleeing. The cold wind can't be carried by ordinary people, and it's useless to open the city gate..."

Lin Yi longed to let the city dwellers escape from Nanxiang Mansion, but now he realizes... there is no condition to leave at all.

He entered the city of Nanxiang Prefecture and headed towards the rising sun to see who was performing this kind of literary art.

At least fourth rank or above.

The temperature between heaven and earth has risen, but it is still at an extremely low level, not enough to support the people to leave Fucheng.

It can only alleviate the chill a little and give people hope of survival.

...

rustle~

The sound of trampling on the snow was heard not far away, Lin Yi's ears moved slightly, and he leaned over on the holy beast that turned into a war horse.

"who?"

The dragon guards who put in the supplies noticed the movement, immediately surrounded the supplies, and cautiously looked in Lin Yi's direction.

They saw a young man in brocade clothes riding a white horse, coming out of the wind and snow, as rich as jade.

After a brief surprise, Long Wei came back to his senses, and Long Wei asked, "Who is your son?"

Academy disciples will wear Confucian shirts.

Those who wear brocade clothes are usually sons of aristocratic families. Such people have a special master to teach them how to practice.

"Bachelor Lin?"

At this moment, a teenager who returned to the team after dropping off the supplies recognized Lin Yi's identity.

"Wei Zhongjun!"

Lin Yi got off his horse and looked at the son of General Wei.

Not seeing him for several months, Wei Zhongjun's body has grown stronger and he looks more mature, but the fatigue on his face cannot be concealed.

"Master Lin, why are you back?"

Wei Zhongjun seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly, "I heard from others that you went to the capital and got the capital's rural examination Jieyuan. You are now working as an errand in the court, right?"

"That is to say...the assistance from the imperial court has arrived?"

Several other dragon guards looked at Lin Yi, wanting to know the answer. During this time, the people in the city are suffering too much.

There are too few reinforcements from the imperial court, not enough to feed thousands of people.

"The imperial court sent two batches of supplies and disaster relief funds to Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion. Did you receive them?"

Lin Yi knew that the officials at the post stations along the way had detained a lot of supplies, but it wasn't as if they wouldn't give them even a little bit of soup.

"There are 30 carts of materials in the two batches, and the disaster relief fund is more than 7 million taels... If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, most of the people had prepared chicken, duck and fish for the New Year, and the two batches of materials from the imperial court could not last for a day."

Wei Zhongjun sighed and said, "This is just the people in the prefecture. Anyway... the people in other disaster areas in Nanxiang Prefecture can't get a piece of carrot."

Lin Yi's heart sank to the bottom, and he felt cold all over, and asked, "Where is the head of the household department from the capital?"

"If you haven't entered the city, the materials are all sent by the scholars of Junji Academy, and the Longwei and the Yamen are arrested, and there are folk knights who go outside the city to carry them."

Wei Zhongjun's lips started to turn white, unable to bear the chill, he said, "Scholar Lin, we've been out for too long, and we're almost unable to bear it anymore. Let's go to the Disaster Relief Commander for the specific situation..."

"It just so happens that He Weijun, the dean of the Junji Academy, is directing the commander to use the calligraphy calligraphy 'Scorching Sun Picture' to resist the cold."

"There are also veterans and descendants. If they see you back, they must be very happy!"

Lin Yi saw that Wei Zhongjun and the other Longwei couldn't bear it any longer, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"

He also looks forward to seeing the descendants of those veterans.

He once promised to the deceased Dayan veteran that he would protect the people of Dayan and take good care of their families just like they protected themselves.

Now that he has become the crown prince of Dayan, he should fulfill his original promise.

Several dragon guards had heard of Lin Yi's name, and admired him for being a craftsman for the common people, and beheading a scholar for the common people.

He is a ruthless person.

Along the way, Lin also asked Wei Zhongjun about some things, and learned that the descendants of the old general obeyed the wishes of their fathers.

Previously, under the instruction of Yan Shuangwu, thousands of households in the Longwei Guard of Nanxiang Prefecture recruited them all into their ranks and became members of the Dragon Guard. Now they are fighting on the front line of disaster relief.

...

The Disaster Relief Command Division was established temporarily, led by Qianhu of the Weisuo and Song Zhili, the prefect.

Responsible for receiving disaster relief materials and funds from the imperial court, and registering the roster of all disaster relief personnel.

The Disaster Relief Command Division, set up in the center of Fucheng, Tianshu Academy, can use formation to exert the greatest power of painting.

"Where are the bachelors of Tianshu Academy?"

Lin Yi asked subconsciously after learning that the commander was in the Tianshu Academy.

Wei Zhongjun's eyes reveal contemptuous expression "As early as when the snow disaster came, they seemed to have foreseen something in advance, and they had already withdrawn from Nanxiang Prefecture..."

"Song Zhili, the magistrate, once went to negotiate. They said that the Holy Court has regulations that do not allow meddling in secular affairs. You can leave with peace of mind!"

Lin Yi showed a sneer, and a coldness flashed in his eyes. People's hearts are all fleshy, but obviously those bachelors are not.

He suddenly remembered that the holy son of Tianshu Academy seemed to be Li Xiyang.

No wonder!

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. How could a descendant of a traitor and traitor in the imperial court let his subordinate Tianshuyuan assist the imperial court?

"Wenbo will definitely take his place..." Lin Yi decided to find an opportunity to help Li Wenbo get rid of Li Xiyang's superior position and take control of Tianshu Academy.

soon.

Wei Zhongjun and others took Lin Yi to the Disaster Relief Headquarters, which is the rebuilt Tianshu Academy.

There are many carts parked at the door, but there are no supplies, the wheels are already frozen, there are only a dozen or so carts, and there are Longwei and bachelors in Confucian shirts who are loading supplies.

At this time, a piece of ice fell from the eaves, tearing the supply bag on the cart, and the radishes and vegetables rolled to the ground.

Lin glanced at it subconsciously, and his body trembled.

He walked over in silence, picking up radishes and greens before the academy bachelor, his hands were trembling.

"These dishes are broken and moldy, replace them!"

Lin Yi knew what was going on with these moldy dishes, officials from certain prefectures had changed them at the post station.

The bachelor's expression was already numb, and he said indifferently, "Change? Then wait for the people in Nanxiang Mansion to starve to death. Is this moldy vegetable better than eating snowballs?"

"No good?"

"It's all like this. Our Nanxiang Mansion is very remote, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The court doesn't care about our life and death, so it can be understood."

The academician of the Academy laughed at himself, "After the disaster, I will worship the Holy Academy. This Dayan is hopeless!"

He and Long Wei reloaded supplies, used their powerful abilities to withstand the cold wind, and disappeared into the snow.

Lin clenched his fists under the sleeves of his robe, and said to the leaving scholar, "Your Majesty and the court have always cared about the people in the disaster area, and have never given up on you..."

Lin Yi couldn't speak any more as he spoke, his heart was trembling.

At this time, the language is pale and weak, and it is meaningless to say more.

Unless the people in the disaster area can really see the relief supplies from the imperial court and feel the care of His Majesty and the imperial court.

‘How did those beasts get their hands on the relief supplies? It is not an exaggeration to copy and kill the whole family ten times, and the civilians will not be angry if they don't kill...'

Lin Yi wished he could go all the way back from Nanxiang Mansion. He used to think that illegal scholars were hateful.

But now, for those officials who hold great power, if they break the law, the harm will be a thousand times greater.