"If you want to go back to the emperor, Zen Master Huixing in the Taimiao has sent a letter. The Empress lives in the Taimiao very well. In addition, there have been letters in the Forbidden City saying that everything is safe in the palace, please rest assured." Chen Biao replied truthfully based on the letter.

The emperor has been very busy every day recently.

During the day, he was busy inspecting everywhere and distributed silver and items for the court's disaster relief.

When I returned to the temporary settlement tent at night, I had to review various notes.

And those trivial matters were conveyed by him and Su Peisheng.

Originally, the emperor could live in a house arranged by local officials.

But the emperor felt that the officials were inaction and was unhappy to live in their homes.

I don’t want to take many people to stay in those inns or something.

Because in that case, those guards and servants will also need a lot of money.

In order to save money, try to spend every penny on disaster relief.

Therefore, every time the emperor inspected, he would set temporary tents on the spot.

In the summer, there are many mosquitoes in the wild. No matter how much you prevent it, the emperor's body is bitten by mosquitoes and rashes.

But he didn't let the imperial physician show him, just do his job.

But even if the emperor was too busy to take care of himself, as long as he had time, he would remember to ask him how the queen would be.

Even if I am busy, I will ask a question or two.

He didn't remember much about the time the emperor asked him.

I only know that at least no less than six times.

I heard that the queen was pretty good. After the Fourth Master turned his eyes slightly, he asked again: "How long has that Huixing been in Taimiao?"

"I don't know how long it takes for the slave to know. I only know that he is one of the disciples of Master Zhangjia and has become a monk in the Taimiao since I was a child."

The National Master Zhangjia was the "Grand Master Puhui and Guangci" granted by Emperor Kangxi.

The emperor's practice of Zen over the years has also benefited from the teaching and confirmation of Master Zhangjia.

It can be said that National Master Zhangjia is the emperor’s good mentor and friend.

So the emperor trusted him very much.

So I trust his apprentices very much and feel at ease.

After hearing Chen Biao's words, the Fourth Master nodded thoughtfully.

Then he calmly pulled the reins with one hand and domineeringly shook the reins with the other hand, and rode his horse to his destination today.

The officials and guards behind him also rode their horses to follow.

The carriage containing disaster relief materials also slowly followed, leaving behind dust all over the ground.

These days, the Fourth Master has been constantly inspecting the places where the disasters are most severe.

Then the money brought by the court was directly distributed to the victims, and trustworthy officials could build the canals as quickly as possible.

This saves layers of exploitation.

The money and items for disaster relief were given to the people.

He also arranged for a bachelor of agriculture to stay in the local area to teach the people how to make crops grow grain as soon as possible.

About half an hour later, the Fourth Master arrived at a village.

At this time, the sun was like a fireball, hanging in the sky with a scorching heat.

Because he had been riding a horse in the scorching sun for a long time, beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, which was also soaked in sweat.

The village chief was waiting at the entrance of the village.

Waiting with him were the villagers in groups of three or three.

Now, as soon as they saw the Fourth Master, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "You little kowtow to the Emperor."

The inside is dark and thin, and the wrinkles on the face are like cracks in the ground.

I don’t know if I saw the Fourth Master being too nervous or too hungry to have no strength, and my legs were slamming, and I looked weak.

His head was wrapped in a white towel.

Wearing worn patched clothes.

But the clothes were dressed neatly, and it was obvious that they were carefully cared for.

Perhaps such a piece of clothing is the best in his family.

It's just that his hair is messy, and it looks like a mop cloth that hasn't been washed in a few months.

Even my body smelled of sweat that I didn't take a shower.

Because it is difficult to drink water when encountering drought, washing naturally becomes a luxury.

The Fourth Master did not dislike him, but Li kicked off his horse and personally helped the elderly village chief.

The fourth master was helped by the fourth master, and his hands were immediately held by the fourth master's hand.

He looked up at the Fourth Master and said sadly: "Your Majesty, I finally waited for you. It's been six months. From the beginning of the year to now, we haven't had a drop of rain."

His hands were like dry branches, and his fingers couldn't be straightened.

The face is full of the word "bitter".

When talking, tears of helplessness oozing from the corners of my eyes, which were covered with wrinkles.

The Fourth Master tightened his hands tightly and didn't say anything.

Zhang Tingyu, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, the emperor is here this time to solve your difficulties. But now time is tight, and we will rush to the next place later, so you should take us to the village first to take a look."

"Okay, okay." The girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and took the Fourth Master into the village.

The Fourth Master walked into the village with his guards and officials with his hands behind his back.

The scorching sun shone on his face, a little dazzling.

The earth is like a steamer, so hot that it makes people breathless.

In the fields, the sun had long been roasted into a cracked earthy yellow color.

There are deep cracks as thick as a thumb everywhere.

The cracks were like thirsty mouths, and they were opening their mouths wide to look forward to the rainfall of God.

New wooden tablets for temporary burial can be seen everywhere, just like mass graves. It is probably the victims who have been buried recently.

I don’t know if the burial was relatively careless. With the hot wind, I smelled the odor after the rotten smell from time to time, as if it was emitted by the corpse.

At this moment, the cicadas and cicadas that should have had in summer disappeared, and only mosquitoes and flies were flying around on some high-rise graves.

And Wu Ya was shouting on the branches in groups of three or three.

There are also the horrifying sounds of owls that have passed over the village.

Several domestic dogs were so hungry that they were lying on the door of the dirt house, sticking their tongues.

Moreover, the Fourth Master also saw many hungry people digging wild vegetables along the way.

And adults who use wooden spoons to drink water for their children.

I don't know where the water comes from.

From a distance, I saw that the water in the wooden spoon was turbid and mixed with soil.

After a while, the Fourth Master saw from a distance that many people gathered together in a place.

There seemed to be wailing crying.

He raised his hand and pointed to that place, "Why are so many people gathering?"

As soon as the voice fell, the head of the village paused for a moment before replying in a vicissitudes and sad voice: "Oh, it was originally a temporary relief station in the village, but after a long time, there was no spare food in the village. It turned out to be a temporary burial area. Otherwise, the children and women would have no strength to be hungry. If the family lost their homes, they would not have the ability or strength to bury them. They could only help the villagers."

Hearing this, the Fourth Master frowned slightly, "How many people have died in your village so far."

"Our village was originally a village with a large population. It turned out to be more than 30,000 people. When the famine first started, although people were dead, they were not so powerful. Now there are droughts, and there are only 22,000 people left in the village." Speaking of this, tears were wiped out inside, and with a trembling cry, "I pity my grandson and my wife, too... and left me a few days ago..."

There are more than 30,000 people, and only more than 20,000 people are left, which is 30% dead.

Hearing this, the fists in the Fourth Master's cuffs were tightly packed.
Chapter completed!