Rescue System: Fleeing Host, calm down

Chapter 70 Disaster Relief Plan

King Qi looked at the boss who had never spoken a word, "Lan'er, what do you think?"

Yanlan, that is, the crown prince Zhou Yanlan bowed and said, "My sons and ministers, please listen to your father's instructions."

King Qi nodded and looked at the other two incompetent sons, "Learn from your eldest brother. If you don't have any manly courage and responsibility, if you have difficulties, you should find a way to overcome them instead of pushing back and forth."

The third and fourth young masters nodded and said yes.

However, that expression was perfunctory, with no intention of changing at all.

Seeing this gave King Qi a headache.

The third child is cowardly and the fourth child is stubborn. Only the eldest and the second child can be of great use. However, looking at the weakness of the eldest child, his injuries are probably not fully healed. The second child is not here either. The disaster is serious and the four parties need support? There is a shortage of manpower.

, looking at the people in the hall, there is no one who can take charge of the overall situation.

After some thought, we decided to implement collaborative governance.

Nothing can be made without polishing it, so this time I will give the third and fourth boys a chance to practice.

Without giving them a chance to retreat, he directly ordered: "Yan Chun is responsible for the fifteen counties in the south, Yan Jing is responsible for the ten counties in the west, and Yan Lan is responsible for the nine counties in the north. Each county will be allocated 10,000 taels of silver. According to the disasters in each township,

The level of investment determines how much you invest, and you allocate it by yourself. As for the food and grass for disaster relief, first look at how much food is raised and then decide."

As soon as he heard that he was asked to contribute, Zhou Yanjing immediately said: "Father, I am afraid that this is the case."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his father's increasingly gloomy expression and felt he didn't dare to speak any more.

The conversation changed, "I am just afraid that I will not be able to complete the task assigned by my father."

King Qi snorted coldly. His son had a lot of twists and turns in his mind. He still didn't know clearly. He would be the first to stand up when something good happened, saying something about sharing his worries. He was so arrogant and unscrupulous, and he was used to flattering. 1

If there is trouble, just shrink back if you can and never participate.

This incident is serious, and he has no sense of responsibility at all. He deserves to be punished.

Zhou Yanjing, who was standing below, felt a chill running down his spine. Why was his father looking at him more and more unkindly? Didn't he agree to provide disaster relief?

He could only smile at his father to please him~laugh~

King Qi was disgusted and looked away, no longer looking at him, and said seriously: "The situation is urgent. If anyone pushes back or blocks, military law will be dealt with."

No one below dared to choke anymore, they all replied: "No!".

King Qi thought for a while but felt uneasy, "General Yan Fu obeys the order."

"The end is here!"

"You send three deputy commanders, each leading a thousand soldiers and horses, to assist them in disaster relief."

No matter how incompetent his son was, he was still his own flesh and blood, and he was as valuable as gold and jade. The boss had to run around again before he recovered from his injuries. He was always worried. If something went wrong, the gain would outweigh the loss. With more people, he could suppress it.

Having arranged these, King Qi continued: "Captain Li Moxian, you and General Yan Fu are responsible for exploring the situation along the east side. The mountains in the east are undulating, and there are less than 20 villages along the way. It is not a severely affected area, so the problem is not big.

."

"promise!"

"promise!"

Financial Secretary Lin Xiangao hurriedly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, our central treasury does not have that much cash!"

Xu Jiang, the Secretary of Internal Affairs, also stood up and said, "My lord, we may not have enough food and grass."

Mr. Li: "Your Majesty, for such a big matter, it stands to reason that the imperial court should subsidize our military rations."

King Qi: "The letter has been sent, but I guess it will be ignored. It's good that the court didn't ask us for taxes and grain. I hope they will spit out some of it."

Mr. Li was still unwilling to give in, "Your Majesty, although our fiefdom does not pay taxes and grain, there are many rare treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings donated every year. Your Majesty has guarded this place for more than twenty years, training soldiers and distributing military pay.

The money was all subsidized by myself. Over the years, we have fought no fewer than ten battles, large and small. If it weren’t for the prince guarding us, the Daxia cavalry would have marched straight in."

King Qi raised his hand to interrupt Mr. Li, "I am worthy of Ai Qi and worthy of the land under my feet."

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the emperor not only wanted King Qi to guard the south and prevent Daxia from invading, but he was also afraid that King Qi would support his troops and threaten his position, so there has been a stalemate for so many years.

"Okay, if you don't mean it, let's do it like this! If you don't have enough grain, buy it from grain merchants."

I still want to buy it, but I don’t have any money. Xu Jiang looked at Lin Si Zheng with a sad look on his face, and was about to speak.

King Qi seemed to know what they wanted to say, and before they could speak, he said: "If you don't have enough, just raise some. Each private treasury will provide some, and I will subsidize some."

King Qi sighed, he had been in business for so many years, and he was afraid it would not be good this time.

Zhou Yanlan slowly raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth. His good father must know that his princess has already emptied his family fortune. I don't know what wonderful expression he has on his face, but he still sends those two incompetent people to provide disaster relief. It's really a joke.

Everyone: "No!"

When King Qi returned to his bedroom, the elegant and graceful Princess Qi immediately stepped forward and served King Qi as he lay on the red sandalwood couch. She rubbed his temples and said, "Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work. Don't work too hard. I will give you my body to Your Majesty."

I made ginseng Baihui soup."

The maids on both sides quickly opened their carved cattail fans and fanned gently with just the right amount of force.

With his eyes closed, King Qi grabbed the princess's hand and patted it, "The princess is still considerate."

"It is my duty to serve the prince well."

As he spoke, he took the white jade porcelain bowl from the maid's hand and carefully fed it to the man on the couch.

Then, he sat on the short table opposite, put his hands on the strings in front of him, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded. The soothing tone was like a gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks, like coming from a deep valley and a secluded mountain. It was quiet and distant, flowing through the wrinkles of life.

After passing through the twists and turns of the years, King Qi soon fell asleep to the soothing sound of the piano.

It is also because of this skill that Princess Qi has been favored for so many years.

After playing the song, he covered King Qi with a blanket, asked the chief steward who was guarding outside to come in and waited, and then left.

As soon as she walked out of the palace, the princess's face darkened, even a little sinister, "Have you not found Yu'er yet?"

Hu Lan, the eldest palace maid who followed behind, said tremblingly, "No, there's no news yet."

Turn around, bang!

A loud slap hit Hu Lan's face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"waste!"

Hu Lan's mouth was bleeding, but she didn't dare to wipe it away. She quickly knelt down and apologized: "Princess, please give me some more time. I will definitely be able to find the second young master."

"Hmph! I'll give you three days. If there's no news, you don't have to live anymore."

"Slave, take your orders." Her little body trembled on the ground, and she didn't dare to get up until the princess was far away.

As soon as Zhou Yanlan returned home, Han Yi immediately stepped forward to report.

"Sir, this is the secret letter just sent from An Pavilion." Han Yi handed over the letter circle with both hands.

Zhou Yanlan opened the letter and quickly scanned the contents, his handsome eyebrows furrowed.

"Let's go explore again. I want the exact information."

"promise!"

Zhou Yanlan tapped her slender and white fingers gently on the table, thinking about the next arrangements. The disaster has not been resolved yet, and there seems to be something strange in Daxia. It seems that misfortunes never come singly!

"The disaster relief operations in the north are clearly arranged."

"The procurement of medicinal materials and grain can expand the scope."

Han Yi responded at the side.

The man pointed his fingers, and suddenly thought of something, "Let the manpower in the dark pavilion be hidden, so there is no need to take over the work for the time being."

Han Yi was surprised, "Did something go wrong? The ending was very clean last time, and there was absolutely no trace of Ange's fault."

"Be careful."

"promise!"

(End of chapter)