Chapter 735: New and Old

Xie Jin is not a villain, nor a hypocrite, but a ruthless person who can control villains.

Xuanyuan Chen practiced by his side. Even if he just watched and listened, he could learn some ways and means of dealing with corrupt officials and bullies.

The group arrived at the main hall of the Zong family.

At a huge table, Xie Jin was naturally treated as a guest of honor and sat at the head seat. On the left were Yu Zhizhou and his officials, and on the right were the head of the clan and his four sons.

Xuanyuan Chen and Zong Yushang did not sit down, but stood quietly behind Xie Jin, like two maids... In fact, the people present had unanimously attributed Xuanyuan Chen and Zong Yushang to the same identity, so they deliberately There was no seat set up for him, and Xie Jin and Xuanyuan Chen's mutual acquiescence made them more certain of this idea.

The fact that Commissioner Xie Qin was a pervert began to sink in among the people.

The head of the clan ordered people to serve wine, the best wine. He wanted to entertain the imperial envoy well, but Xie Jin waved his hands repeatedly: "This imperial envoy has just arrived. Disaster relief is the first priority, so I don't drink alcohol. Please understand, head of the clan."

The head of the clan was silent for a moment, "I wonder how Mr. Xie plans to provide disaster relief?"

Xie Jin said casually: "Disaster relief is naturally about giving out money so that people can have money to buy rice."

The head of the clan laughed when he heard this and said, "Sir, do you know how much money is enough for an ordinary person's family to spend half a year?"

"Half a year?" Xie Jin frowned and thought for a moment, "Sir, I eat and wear what's at home, and my annual expenses still require hundreds of taels of silver. Although these people are suffering a little bit, they have to support their families... no matter what, they have to One hundred and eighty taels of silver."

After saying that, he turned to look at Lord Zhizhou and asked as if to confirm: "Is eighty taels enough?"

Lord Zhizhou's expression was really complicated at that moment, and then he put on a full smile: "That's enough, that's enough, so do you plan to distribute it according to the standard of one hundred and eighty taels?"

Xuanyuan Chen stood behind him and calculated silently in his mind. If the distribution was really based on the standard of one hundred and eighty taels per family, not to mention that the court would have to allocate twenty times the amount of money for disaster relief, I am afraid that the food supply in Mianzhou City would have to rise. Even if you get one tael of silver or one stone, all the money will eventually go into the pockets of corrupt officials and profiteers, and the people's lives will still not improve much.

"The specific amount to be distributed depends on how many households are affected by the disaster in Mianzhou." Xie Jin waved his hand, "I would like to ask Mr. Zhou to compile a list for me so that I can understand it as soon as possible. It is best to give it to me tomorrow. The disaster relief money will be shipped soon. If we finish the work here as soon as possible, I can go back to deliver the work earlier. "

The head of the clan and Yu Zhizhou looked at each other in the air, and smiled vaguely at each other. Then the head of the clan turned around and ordered: "Yushang, why don't you pour some wine for Mr. Xie?"

Hearing this, Zong Yushang immediately stepped forward to pick up the wine jar and was about to pour wine for Xie Jin, but Xuanyuan Chen stopped him halfway: "Master just said not to drink. Drinking will delay the errands. Didn't you hear?"

Xuanyuan Chen looked at Zong Yushang coldly, with obvious hostility on his face.

Zong Yushang said calmly: "My lord, you haven't said anything. Who is your turn to make the decision here?"

"It's not your turn to make the decision, and it's not your turn to make the decision." Xuanyuan Chen said, "My lord just said not to drink."

Just a few words of dialogue, but the smell of gunpowder is very strong.

The head of the clan's face turned cold: "Yushang, why are you talking?"

Zong Yushang bit her lip lightly and looked at Xie Jin expectantly: "Sir, do you want to drink?"

"Drink." Xie Jin reached out and touched his little face, "Don't be upset, why don't you just obey me?"

Xuanyuan Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, silently stepped back and stood still, his eyebrows slightly lowered, with a dejected expression.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this was a show of jealousy, and indeed Mr. Went aside.

When they arrived just now, the three of them were riding in a carriage together, and they were so happy hugging each other.

But don't mention it, Zong Yushang is young, at least two or three years younger than that one, and has a beautiful appearance. Once there is a fight for favor, isn't it obvious who has the advantage?

Zong Yushang gained the upper hand and glanced at Xuanyuan Chen proudly. Then she raised the wine jar and started pouring wine for Xie Jin. When pouring the wine, her body leaned forward slightly, which happened to reveal the little marks on her fair neck. Everyone understood it tacitly. Each expression is both complex and subtle.

There was also a sense of pride that everything was under control.

The smile on the face of the head of the clan became more and more obvious, and when he looked at Xuanyuan Chen, his attitude became more friendly: "Young Master, why don't you also come and take a seat? I will have someone prepare it for you if you like to eat."

Xuanyuan Chen stood aside with a cold face, ignoring his words, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of taels of silver and hadn't paid back.

"Master Zong, don't pay attention to him." Xie Jin said calmly, with an attitude of liking the new and hating the old, "Let's continue, where did we just talk?"

Yu Zhizhou smiled and said: "When it comes to disaster relief money..."

"Oh, tomorrow you can give me a list of the hundreds of people who need to be given money in Mianzhou. Disaster relief is a big matter and cannot be delayed, you know?" If I can't live up to His Majesty's trust, I must always be concerned about the people. Seeing that they don't even have a place to live, and they are all so hungry that they have no strength, my heart is as painful as a knife..."

"Yes, the imperial envoy is a good parent and official for the people. The lower officials must learn from you, follow your example, and always keep the livelihood of the people in mind." Yu Zhizhou quickly agreed, "It is really good for the people to have such a parent and official as you. It’s a blessing, don’t you think?”

All the officials under him nodded and praised him, and soon the young imperial envoy was in high spirits. He drank one cup of wine after another until he was drunk and his eyes were a little hazy.

"First... we must provide disaster relief well..." His eyes were hazy and his face flushed, "We must provide disaster relief well, distribute food, distribute silver... Yes, distribute steamed buns, more... steam more steamed buns, let the people have enough food... and we need meat..."

The head of the clan looked at him tentatively: "Is the imperial envoy drunk?"

"No... not drunk..." Xie Jin reached out to grab the wine glass, but he failed to grab it several times. There was a phantom in front of his eyes, and he was still mumbling, "Cook porridge, steamed buns... cook porridge, steamed buns..."

It turned out that in his eyes, disaster relief was to cook porridge and steamed buns. No wonder he couldn't wait to have people steam steamed buns and porridge as alms as soon as he arrived in Linwu Town.