I Become A Saint By Studying

"There are strong fluctuations in Nanxiang City, at least the battles above third rank..."

Yan Shuangwu, who personally escorted the relief supplies, was horrified when he noticed the change in Nanxiang Mansion.

"His Royal Highness!"

Worried about Lin Yi's safety, Yan Shuangwu gritted his teeth and flew into the air, bursting with energy, and looked down at Qianhu Xu Jing, "Xu Qianhu, speed up, I'm here to go first!"

"At this moment, I am hundreds of miles away!"

call out!

Yan Shuangwu's figure disappeared into the void.

...

at the same time.

In the sky above the city of Nanxiang Prefecture, the demon path and ice crystals of the Human Dao Sect were wiped out, and the wind and snow in the entire Nanxiang Prefecture suddenly stopped.

Accompanied by the operation and blessing of the Tianshu array.

The awe-inspiring righteousness released by Tai Chi Eight Trigrams dispels the chill between heaven and earth.

Dean He Weijun was excited, looked at the prefect Song Zhili and said, "Hurry up and tell the people in the city that the disaster is over."

"Yep!"

Song Zhili quickly issued an order to communicate with Longwei Qianhu of the Weisuo.

soon.

Wei Zhongjun, the descendants of the veteran and many dragon guards rode on horses and rang the gong to announce it to the whole city.

Without the humane demons, under the blessing of the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams map, the temperature between the heaven and the earth gradually rises.

The snow is also slowly melting.

"The wind and snow have stopped, and the weather is getting warmer!"

"Father and mother, come out quickly, it's not cold anymore, there is no wind like a knife outside..."

"Look at the sky, it is this map that dispels the chill and brings warmth."

The city dwellers walked out of their rooms and into the streets and alleys.

People looked at each other, smiled, cried, and hugged their loved ones tightly.

After the catastrophe, people know how to cherish the rest of their lives.

But soon people realized a serious problem, that is... the snowstorm exhausted the food at home.

Now it has come to a point where there is no last stop.

Most of those who fell in this snow disaster died of starvation, and only a small number of people died in the extremely cold weather.

"grown ups!"

An old man with a child stopped Long Wei, who was riding a horse, and asked, "We really don't have any food at home, can you tell the magistrate... we don't want much, as long as the baby can have a mouthful of porridge..."

The Long Wei who was stopped was Wei Zhongjun. He knew the situation of the people in the city, and most of them had already run out of surplus food.

It all depends on Longwei and chivalrous scholars to distribute the disaster relief supplies from the court.

"Old man, if you persist, the adults are trying to find a way, and now we are just like you!"

Wei Zhongjun looked at the old man seriously, and promised, "We will never drink an extra sip of water until you have had a sip of porridge."

"The imperial court has sent your lord over here, and the sky map above our heads is your lord's handwriting!"

"Soon everyone will have something to eat. Now that the snow has melted and the temperature has not yet risen, the elderly should take their children home and wait for the news!"

The smile and confidence on Wei Zhongjun's face gave the old man courage, and he cupped fist and said, "Thank you sir, thank you court!"

Wei Zhongjun rode his horse and left.

...

at the same time.

Tianshu Academy.

'I can't take it anymore, I've reached my limit...'

Lin Yi maintains the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams diagram, even with the blessings of the Tianshu Formation and the talents of heaven and earth, it is difficult to continue.

In the final analysis, he needs to be guided by awe-inspiring righteousness and consume Mental Energy all the time.

If it's talent, it's okay to write poems to supplement it.

But Mental Energy can't help it.

Tianshu's formation eyes seemed to have noticed this too, and gradually stopped functioning, and a repulsive force pushed him out of the formation eyes.

call out!

The Taiji Eight Trigrams map over Nanxiangfu City dissipated.

The light is restrained.

Everything returned to calm, as if everything just now had never happened.

"Lin Yi!"

"Bachelor Lin!"

The dean He Weijun and the prefect Song Zhili hurried forward, supporting each other from left to right, with concern and worry on their faces.

"Is there any discomfort?" He Weijun asked with concern.

Lin Yi shook his head and said with a light smile, "Fortunately, I'm just a little tired and can't hold on anymore."

"enough!"

Song Zhifu covered his face and wiped away two tears, and said, "The chill is still within the tolerable range, so it's not a big problem..."

His head was finally completely saved.

"The cold is a small matter, just get rid of the people behind the scenes. The key is post-disaster rescue and reconstruction. This is the big deal!"

Lin Yi doesn't think the disaster is over.

Greater challenges lie ahead.

Snapped!

"That's right!"

He Weijun slapped his thigh suddenly, nodded again and again, and said solemnly, "Nanxiang Mansion is so big, it's not just a prefectural city... How to let them survive this winter is the biggest problem."

"These Tianlongwei, the police and the folk chivalrous men put in supplies, and I probably found out that more than 70% of the people have no food left, and they live on snow."

"The number of deaths has already reached hundreds, so our biggest problem is not the snowstorm, but the livelihood of the people!"

The prefect Song Zhili, the first thought at this moment is...the head has not been completely kept.

He became inexplicably flustered.

Subconsciously looked at the savior Lin Yi.

He Weijun also looked at Lin Yi and said, "Lin Yi, do you know when will the materials that His Royal Highness and the rushing aid will arrive?"

Lin Yi said, "Soon!"

Song Zhili asked, "How many supplies have been rushed to help the disaster?"

Lin Yi thought for a moment, and said solemnly, "Some officials intercepted some of the supplies from the imperial household department along the way. It is estimated that more than 500 carts of supplies will come over, with more than 20 million taels of silver."

"As for private supplies... it's not clear yet!"

Lin Yi wonders how the Dayan Weekly is doing? Has it spread among the people? Is the court's call useful?

These are all unknowns, because these people are not like him, born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze.

It will take time to verify whether they will rush to the disaster-stricken areas of the two southern prefectures.

Lin Yi can't be sure now.

Song Zhili spread his fingers and counted, the more he counted, the paler his face became... His head would probably fall off.

"More than five hundred cars?"

He Weijun shook his head and said, "It's far from enough. There are not enough people in a prefecture, let alone people in other counties."

"In addition, the situation in Nansu Mansion is even worse than ours."

He Weijun seemed to understand something, looked at Lin Yi in surprise, and said, "Could it be that the court has failed?"

"Also, what's going on with private supplies?"

It was difficult for him to understand what Lin Yi said about folk supplies, let alone the fact that the people of Dayan are not doing well.

Even if they wanted to distribute a bed of cotton wool to the disaster area, it would be impossible to send it here.

Not to mention that the station itself does not have much capacity, it is very difficult to collect these materials from the various prefectures of Dayan.

The most important thing is, how to let the people of Dayan's prefectures know about the disaster in the south?

If more than half of the people in Dayan knew about the disaster in the two southern provinces and were willing to help...

So.

Perhaps the people of Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion could be saved.

Dayan fifty-six mansions.

It is equivalent to the people of the fifty-four prefectures, supporting the two southern prefectures, how terrible will the supplies be?

But...is this realistic?

What should the imperial court do to achieve this step? At least in his cognition, there is nothing he can do!