Princess Fubao brought trillions of goods to help her father rule the world

As Chunni called out, hope began to appear in the eyes of the victims, who had originally had dull looks.

They all looked up at the sky, raindrops fell on their faces and then slid onto the dry land, and the victims' eyes were red.

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, mumbling words like thank you to God.

Just as they knelt down and kowtowed, the drizzle gradually became heavier.

"Everyone, hurry up and get out the things that can hold water. It finally rained, and everyone can drink as much as they want!"

It was not until a shout was heard from the crowd that everyone woke up as if from a dream and took out the pots, pans, and utensils they brought to get water.

Chunni stood excitedly in the heavy rain, raised her sallow little face and opened her mouth to drink water.

The rain water flowed into her throat, instantly relieving the thirsty and burning throat. There were many people who did the same thing as her.

...

Xiao Baozhu asked her grandfather to take her into the city. She wanted to fill the yamen with sweet potatoes, and also asked her grandfather to leave people to supervise the officials here to ensure that they would distribute all the sweet potatoes to the victims.

The Duke of Zhenguo would naturally do whatever the little girl, who was very dear to his heart, said.

Several people braved the heavy rain and came to the Liuzhou government office. When they stepped into the government office, they did not see any officials.

Xiao Baozhu waved her hand, and tons of sweet potatoes soon filled the yamen.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a low growl sounded behind them.

The Duke of Zhenguo turned around and saw Zheng Zhi, who was also dressed in official uniform and looked pale and thin.

He was the local official of Liuzhou. Because of the sudden heavy rain, he went to the streets to evacuate the people.

I didn't expect that so many people would come to the yamen in such a short time.

The Duke of Zhenguo cleared his throat and said, "I am the Duke of Zhenguo. I am sending sweet potatoes to help with the disaster at the order of the Emperor. Now that you are back, distribute these sweet potatoes as soon as possible!"

Zheng Zhi was stunned when he heard this. Didn’t a Lord Zhao already come to deliver food?

Moreover, he did not receive any notification when the food was sent for disaster relief this time...

Zheng Zhi's gaze gradually shifted to the tall pile of sweet potatoes. Such a large amount of sweet potatoes would require at least dozens of horse-drawn carriages to transport.

He didn't see the carriage when he was at the door just now, and it only took him about half an hour from the time he went out to the time he came back.

Can all the things on the carriage be unloaded in half an hour?

Zheng Zhi's mind turned slightly. No matter what, as long as the relief food was delivered, it was good. Who cares how it was delivered?

Even if he appeared out of nowhere, he would definitely keep his mouth shut!

"Your humble servant greets the Duke!" Zheng Zhi bowed slightly.

The Duke of Zhenguo waved his hand and picked out two smart-looking men from among the elite soldiers: "I have something important to do. These two will help you distribute the food here... When I came here just now, there were quite a few disaster victims gathered outside the city. If the sweet potatoes are not enough, I will find a way for you when I come back!"

Zheng Zhi was excited: "That's enough, this much sweet potato is enough to sustain us for a while! I see it's still raining heavily outside, why don't you wait until the rain stops before leaving?"

The Duke of Zhenguo waved his hand and strode out: "No need, I have official business to attend to, goodbye!"

Zheng Zhi didn't expect the Duke of Zhenguo to be so anxious. It was raining heavily outside!

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Duke of Zhenguo was going to rush to Yanming Pass for support?

He quickly grabbed two sweet potatoes, held them in his arms, and ran out in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Wait a minute, take two sweet potatoes and eat them on the way!" When Zheng Zhi chased outside, he only saw the backs of the Duke of Zhenguo and others disappearing at the corner of the street.

He sighed a little disappointedly. Why did he leave in such a hurry?

He quickly cheered up and wrote a notice, the content of which was roughly that the second batch of disaster relief grain from the court had arrived, and each village and town should count the population of the village and collect grain based on the number of people.

As for the victims outside the city, they all fled here from other places. They originally thought that it would be better here, but they didn't expect that the disaster here was even more serious than their hometowns.

Some people couldn't bear it and turned back to their hometowns, while those who stayed behind prepared to go to the capital.

That's where the emperor and the empress live. Even if it's dry, they can always get a bite to eat. Although they can't get enough, they won't starve to death on the streets.

Zheng Zhi took a deep breath. It seemed that he had to arrange some people to build food distribution sheds outside the city gate so that the victims could also have something to eat.

He looked up at the heavy rain outside and prayed for more rain...

While the Duke of Zhenguo and others were on their way, Xiao Baozhu continued to plant sweet potatoes in the space with her mind.

Every time he passed through a city, he would leave some sweet potatoes and two elite soldiers in the yamen.

By the time they arrived at Liangzhou City, it was five days later, and there were only 480 elite soldiers left behind them.

Xiao Baozhu looked at the somewhat dilapidated city gate of Liangzhou City and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

My father is the first emperor in history to be so poor...

The officers in charge of guarding the city saw the Duke of Zhenguo and his hundreds of men galloping on horseback. The leader of the officers couldn't help but shout, "Stop! Stop! What are you doing?"

The other officers also reached for the long swords at their waists and looked at the Duke of Zhenguo and his entourage with a wary look.

The Duke of Zhenguo pulled the reins, and the horse neighed loudly and then slowly stopped.

"I am the Duke of Zhenguo, and I have the emperor's order! Take me to see Lord Shi, the governor of Liangzhou!" As he said this, the Duke of Zhenguo pulled out a token from his waist and threw it to the head of the police.

The chief officer examined it carefully before respectfully returning the token to the Duke.

"I greet the Duke! Please follow me..." He turned and waved to the others: "Make way quickly and open the city gate wider!"

...

Liangzhou City Prison

Qing Yi and others were sitting on the broken beds in the prison with bitter faces. Qing San was holding the Fourth Prince who had regained consciousness, and was looking at Qing Yi helplessly.

"Qingyi, what do you think we should do now? Although the yamen runners have helped to invite a doctor, the Fourth Prince is now no different from a lunatic! We should return to the capital as soon as possible to find an imperial physician to treat the Fourth Prince!"

Qing Yi pounded the wall angrily and said in a muffled voice: "I also want to get out as soon as possible! But we don't have a token, and we owe the inn a lot of money! No one will believe me no matter how hard I try!"

Only then did everyone remember the scene when they were surrounded by the people and sent to the yamen that day.

At that time, Qing Yi said that they were the guards of Prince Zhennan and were ordered to escort the fourth prince back to the capital.

Lord Shi asked them for a token of trust, but Qing Yi searched his body but couldn't find one.

They will never forget the strange look in Lord Shi's eyes.

That's right, there is no token of trust, no silver, and the fourth prince is still unconscious, no one would believe them...

"Hehehe...sister, you are so beautiful...hehe..." The Fourth Prince suddenly grabbed Qing San's hands, and a trace of crystal clear saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.