After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

"Since taking office, Lord Yang has attached great importance to the education of Xiyan City, bringing light and hope to us!"

"But Princess Zhaohua suddenly arrived and stripped him of his official position without any investigation. This was actually an act of revenge."

"Master Fang has always been a role model for the scholars of Dayong. I sincerely hope that you will represent us and express our demands to speak up for Master Yang!"

As the man spoke, he kept wiping the rain off his forehead with his sleeves that were not stained with mud or water.

Fang Ping held up his umbrella and glanced sideways at the young man. He then sneered, "You've experienced it firsthand, yet you still say such ridiculous things?"

The man stiffened slightly, then argued, "This is different. This is a natural disaster. How can human power resist a natural disaster? Moreover, Lord Yang has already made proper arrangements for us scholars..."

"Oh, so you've made arrangements just for you scholars?" Fang Ping's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was filled with sneer.

"What about the people? He's the local leader...why does he treat you high-ranking scholars like children and ignore the people?"

The man stammered twice, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

Fang Ping looked down at him, as if he hadn't noticed his request, and said bluntly:

"How about this, I'm not a heartless person. If those corpses floating in the city can come back to life, I will help you plead with Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"You..." The man wanted to say something else, but was kicked back to his original position by the yamen runner waiting on the side.

"Kneel down! Her Royal Highness the Princess has ordered that anyone who pleads for Yang Ting will be punished with him!" came the cold voice of the bailiff.

The faces of the few scholars who were still kneeling in the mud turned pale immediately.

"You, you are resorting to lynching... Taizu once said that officials should not be punished... The imperial court and the literati jointly govern the world..."

"Bah, you are considered a scholar-official. At best, you are just a scum who looks up to the scholar-officials..."

"Brother Huanbai, don't argue with this warrior. Let's just kneel down. I don't believe that Princess Zhaohua dares to kill us."

The voices of encouragement to each other were faint and fragmented, all blown in the cool breeze of early summer. Several people shivered but still stood firm, just hoping that the little princess inside would come out quickly to summon them.

Intellectuals have their own way of confronting others. They are destined to become famous figures in history books. How can they bow to power?

If they can't even protect Lord Yang, who truly cares about them, then what's the point of them kneeling here?

Fang Ping, holding an umbrella, led the two students into the inner courtyard unhindered. He then saw that in the muddy and watery area of ​​the inner courtyard, Lord Yang and a county official were still kneeling firmly, looking precarious.

When I walked into the hall, I saw Zhong Ning looking at a map spread out on the table. His cold and isolated figure, hidden under the antique shadows, looked extremely noble.

Yes, it is noble.

That's the feeling of entitlement.

He had never had this feeling when he was with Zhong Ning in the past, but today, he saw with his own eyes the fierce methods used by Zhong Ning, which forced the officials of the entire city to kneel in the mud and dare not resist.

He heard with his own ears that the people held hot porridge and kept expressing their gratitude to the court for finally sending people to rescue them.

But in fact, the court did not send anyone.

Kyoto was also hit by the disaster.

Only Zhong Ning came.

But even so, she still managed to stabilize the situation, clearing the river and settling the people. In addition, the nobles and wealthy families responded to Princess Zhaohua's request for disaster relief in order to curry favor with her.

Take the initiative to open soup kitchens to provide assistance to disaster victims.

He saw all of this as he walked along.

At this moment, he finally realized where the gap between him and Zhong Ning lay.

All he wanted was a place where he could realize his ideals. He was not interested in politics or changing this era.

I am even less interested in the people who are oppressed in this era.

Everything he thinks about is always for himself.

But no one had ever thought that Zhong Ning would take the initiative to stand up, speak for the weak, seek benefits for the people, bite off a piece of meat from those wealthy families, and give back to the world.

When a whale falls, all things are born.

The extermination of the Cui family of Qinghe made many people in Qinghe County feel very angry.

It was Zhong Ning who recruited a team in Beijing, built factories and schools in Qinghe, allocated hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and restructured Qinghe's economy.

And now, she is like this again, trying to stop a chariot with her bare hands.

Fang Ping was silent for a moment. He felt as if he was becoming increasingly confused. They were not from this era and would have to go back sooner or later.

Perhaps, after they leave, Heaven will automatically block all memories of Princess Zhaohua in this era.

They won't remember her.

What's the point of her doing this?

Fang Ping stood there, thinking for a long time, until the two students gently tugged at his sleeves, and he was finally brought back to his senses.

He bowed respectfully in the direction where Zhong Ning was.

Whether he understands or not, he is his fellow villager after all.

She is someone he can never reach.

After the formalities, Fang Ping stepped forward.

Spread out on the table was a map of Xiyan City!

"Here they come..." Zhong Ning raised his head and looked at Fang Ping, then at the two slightly embarrassed teenagers behind him.

"Is this the expert you invited for me?" Zhong Ning said with a smile, and the two of them immediately blushed with shame.

Fang Ping introduced them, "Well, this is Zhou Heng, and this is Li Tong! They're both experts in designing and using gear mechanisms. They've come here to see how to design suitable tools."

"An on-site inspection is still necessary, but the natural disasters have been severe in the past two days, so we have to keep you here to rest for a while..." Zhong Ning waved his hand, and a guard guarding outside the hall door immediately trotted in to listen to his orders.

"Go prepare a room for them, and bring them some hot water and food..."

"Yes, my subordinate, go right away!"

Seeing this, Fang Ping couldn't help but say softly, "You've already made all the arrangements before I even opened my mouth. Your Highness truly cares for your subjects!"

"I dare not be unsympathetic. I still need you to contribute to the construction of Dayong!" Zhong Ning replied with a smile, and then asked them to go downstairs to wash and change clothes.

She looked out the window at the somewhat gloomy sky, thought for a moment, and then ordered, "Call a doctor over..."

After saying that, she looked at the map intently again, and roughly understood the direction of the river in Xiyan City. If she wanted to drain the accumulated water in the city, she should make more appropriate arrangements.

Two days later.

The accumulated water in the city was completely drained, and Zhong Ning transferred a group of soldiers from the Xicang Camp at the intersection of the three cities to help clean up the debris on the streets.

At present, the property of the people in the city has been severely damaged.

After Zhong Ning ordered his men to compile the corresponding list, he directly ordered the secret guards to rush the horses and send it to the court. This place needed the court's aid. Although they were unable to preserve the damaged property of the people, they should at least give some subsidies.