I Become A Saint By Studying

After the relief supplies arrived in Nanxiang Prefecture, the livelihood of the city residents was temporarily resolved.

People queued up to receive porridge with food boxes, and officials and dragon guards were cooking porridge all the time without interruption.

The elderly, weak, women and children with limited mobility, veterans and descendants also lead a team to find out and deliver them to their door.

The people in the city drank hot porridge and received relief supplies from the court, and a few members of the family survived.

People knelt down to thank the court and the prince for their grace.

However.

The situation in other states and counties outside Nanxiang Prefecture is not optimistic.

Although the disaster has passed, the weather is still freezing, and the people here are suffering even more...

Lindong County.

Zhang Dong, who refused His Majesty's transfer order to serve as a doctor in the Ministry of Industry, still stayed in Lindong County as a seventh-rank county magistrate.

In his words, it was that he was not capable enough to be a doctor in the Ministry of Industry.

I just want to be a good official who is in charge of the people, and I don't want to make progress.

During this period of time, Zhang Dong has been working hard in the front line of the disaster area.

Advance and retreat together with the people in the county.

Promise that the disaster will not retreat, and people will not retreat.

However, Zhang Dong went to various parts of the county day and night to direct disaster relief intensively, and Zhang Dong finally passed out in the snow.

When he was sent back to the county government office, all his talents were exhausted.

Zhang Dongcai is a seventh-rank official, his soul has not been cultivated, and he has lost the blessing of talent, so his physical fitness is better than ordinary people.

at this time.

In the backyard of the county government.

Zhang Dong was lying on the bed pale, with cold sweat on his forehead and trembling body.

"Cold~"

"It's so cold!"

The county magistrate's wife had already brought several quilts, but Zhang Dong still complained of cold, and his physical function seriously declined.

She was wiping tears secretly, looking at the old man who was arranging the medicine box in the room, and said, "Doctor, how is my husband?"

The old Langzhong shook his head and sighed, "Mrs. Xian, Mr. Xian is sick. I can't do anything about it. My lord is tired. I hurt my source. How long can I resist? Let's see his good fortune..."

boom!

Mrs. Xian's figure was shaky, she fell on the stool beside the bed, and burst into tears.

The old man didn't charge any money, he bowed to Zhang Dong and silently left the room.

"doctor!"

"Doctor, how is Master Zhang?"

"Are you all right?"

Several yamen officials were guarding outside. When they saw the old man coming out of the room, they hurried forward to inquire about Zhang Dong's situation.

"Hey!"

The old doctor looked at these officials who cared about Zhang Dong's health, and sighed, why don't good people live long?

If it weren't for Mr. Zhang Dong and the government officials in this disaster, the people in the county would have died.

"Master Zhang may not be able to survive this winter, he has exhausted himself like this..."

The old doctor's eyes were red, and he was also very uncomfortable. He also thought that he could become a genius doctor and pull Zhang Dong back from the gate of hell.

But he couldn't do it.

"If you want to save Mr. Zhang, you should go to Mr. Zhifu for help!" The old doctor gave advice.

"Okay, okay, thank you doctor!"

Some officials personally sent the old man to leave.

County Lieutenant Li glanced at the door of Zhang Dong's room, gritted his teeth, looked at several officials, and said, "Damn it, daddy went to Fucheng to find someone to save the county magistrate, don't be idle, and help the county magistrate to take care of things." All right!"

Li Si turned around and left. He was gagging in the county government office, thinking that he would spend his life as a fool and wait to die.

But later he was infected by Lin Yi's actions, and this time he was shocked by Zhang Dong's deeds.

Following behind the county magistrate, on the front line of disaster relief, he felt the same, and began to want to be an official.

But not long after, Master Zhang Dong collapsed, and he refused to accept it.

He wants to fight for his life with the thief.

...

in the room.

The county lady looked at Zhang Dong on the bed, cried and cursed, "Why do you say you are bothering? Your Majesty transferred you to the capital. Wouldn't it be good to be a high-ranking official? Why insist on being a county magistrate?"

"It's all right now, what will this family do in the future?"

"Some things can be done by other people, so why do you, a county magistrate, do it yourself?"

Mrs. Xian was crying. It wasn't that she didn't support Zhang Dong's actions, she just couldn't accept her husband's downfall.

Zhang Dong's body trembled slightly. He turned his head to look at the lady beside the bed, remembered someone, and said with a smile, "Even the little guy who is not an official has a heart for the people. As a county magistrate, I must lead by example."

"If I don't take the lead, the people below won't accept you. If you go and do it, they won't dare to stand still."

"I am the county magistrate, and I am the vanguard in the front line."

"Ma'am, write two letters for me, one to my classmate Li Wenbo and the other to Lin Yi, saying that I will drink with them again in the next life, haha...cough cough!"

Zhang Dong could sense the decline of his body and kept coughing.

He held his wife's hand tightly, and said, "Praise the heaven and earth without shame, praise and blame have their own age, madam, I should be the first county magistrate of Dayan to die of illness, right?"

The county lady was so sad that she lay down on the quilt and burst into tears.

Zhang Dong patted Mrs. Xian on the back, with a trace of regret still in his expression, and whispered to himself, "I couldn't save all the people while I was alive, and I have to watch them be saved when I die..."

...

morning after a few days.

At the nearest post station outside Nanxiang Mansion, the earth rumbled and shook, and the wheels of carts and horseshoes sounded from far to near.

When the station officials and postmen heard the movement, their hairs stood on end in shock. Those who didn't know thought there was going to be a war.

When they walked out of the post station, they saw carriages coming one after another, and they couldn't see the end at a glance.

This is several times more than the relief supplies convoys sent by the household department in the previous two times.

"My dear, what happened?"

The postman and the postmen were dumbfounded, each of them dumbfounded.

This is not the seal of the Ministry of Households, but the notes of the major post stations. They took a little look at it.

It didn't seem to come from a station at all.

These materials did not stop at the post station.

Instead, they changed to a few horses that were foaming at the mouth, and started on the road again, heading straight for Nanxiang Prefecture.

At this moment, the first batch of supplies from various prefectures rushed by the people were also transferred through post stations in various prefectures, and finally gathered outside the city.

There are so many supplies that the defenders guarding the city gate are terrified. They don't know where the supplies come from...

The imperial court's disaster relief supplies had just been transported into the city by Longwei.

They even saw many people who were not from government offices appearing outside the station.

Some rode alone, some drove wagons loaded with goods, and there were caravans...

They gathered outside the city.

"Quick, hurry up and inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the prefect..." The city gate guard sent someone to inform.

At the same time, he negotiated with the soldiers who were transporting civilian relief supplies under the city.

When they learned that the materials were donated by Dayan folks, they were greatly shocked.

Fu Lingzhi Mushrooms and his father Fu Zhimin were sitting in a carriage full of goods, the wind was dusty, and the cold wind could not cool their hearts.

...

at the same time.

Tianshu Academy, in the temporary disaster relief command department.

"Report!"

Some soldiers got off their horses outside the courtyard, quickly entered the command department, and reported to Lin Yi and others who were discussing how to support them to other counties in Nanxiang Prefecture, "His Royal Highness, there is a convoy of materials donated by the people outside the city. Escort, there are thousands of cars..."

"At the same time, there are still many scholars and caravans gathering outside the city. This matter..."

The words are not finished.

Lin Yi stood up quickly, feeling extremely excited inside, and said, "Come here so soon? Good!"

He learned the general situation from Yan Shuangwu.

However, the arrival of these folk supplies so quickly shows that Dayan Weekly and the post station have played a role.

This must be the result of the best efforts of all parties.

"Go, go outside the city to accept the wishes of the people of Dayan!"

Lin Yi stood up and walked out of the hall. He seemed to think of something, stopped and said, "Let the dragon guards and officials of Fucheng go to the main street to greet them, and don't let people say that Nanxiang Fucheng doesn't understand etiquette."

"By the way, let Tang Xiuke from Tianshu Academy take a good look at the group of idiots, what kind of power!"

"With one mind and one mind, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome!"

Lin Yi walked out of the commander, whistled, and rode a white horse transformed from a holy beast to the city gate.

As the crown prince of Dayan, on behalf of the imperial court, he issued a call to the people, so he should personally greet him.

As a token of appreciation!