Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhang Jingwei's eyes were wide open and his face flushed red. He felt a burning pain in his palm because he had used too much force, but the anger in his heart had already overshadowed the pain in his hand.

Zhang Jingwei stared at Gao Jiong with wide eyes, and roared angrily, "You idiot, you've wasted all the knowledge and principles you've acquired through years of hard study. You can actually say such ridiculous and shameless words!"

Gao Jiong was stunned by the slap. He subconsciously covered his cheek with his hands, an expression of disbelief on his face. After a long while, he finally recovered and stammered, "Brother Jingwei... I..." However, before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Zhang Jingwei.

Zhang Jingwei did not give Gao Jiong any chance to explain. He continued to shout: "Let's not talk about what happened today for now, but you remember this, from now on, don't let me hear such words again. All the expenses this time will be deducted from your annual salary! Also, tomorrow morning, you must immediately organize the army to go outside the city to set up tents and distribute porridge!" After saying this, Zhang Jingwei gasped angrily, his chest heaving.

"Yes." Gao Ying lowered his head and replied aggrievedly.

Just then, Wang Ergou hurried over to report, "Young Master, something bad has happened! The refugees outside the city are scrambling frantically for oats. The scene is in chaos, with some even starting fights and bloodshed! And many women and children haven't been able to snatch a single grain of food yet!"

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Jingwei's face grew even gloomier. Without hesitation, he ordered, "Quickly call Captain Wang and have him gather his men and follow me out of the city to stop the riot!"

Wang Ergou nodded quickly and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and said, "Master, the young mistress has already rushed over after hearing about this."

Zhang Jingwei breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but then he still ordered worriedly: "Then you should quickly send people to prepare the marching tents. The autumn wind is getting colder now, don't let the people suffer from the cold!" After giving the instructions, Zhang Jingwei hurried away with a face full of anger. Before leaving, he glared at Gao Jiong fiercely.

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This marching tent is very spacious and can accommodate twenty soldiers. Therefore, the army often uses tents as units, with one tent representing twenty people. To refer to a general's subordinates, one would say "under the tent!"

Qian Ming walked up to Zhang Jingwei with a worried look on his face and said, "Master, we've already built two thousand tents, but there are too many of us. It's still far from enough!"

Zhang Jingwei pondered for a moment, then decisively ordered, "Then add more people to the existing tents, trying to squeeze in thirty people per tent. Men and women should be accommodated separately, and as for the children, leave them in the care of their mothers. Oh, by the way... I think I saw Mu Tou here helping to set up the tents just now. Where did he go?"

Qian Ming quickly replied, "Miss Jiu'er and her mother are here. Look, that guy Mu Tou is helping them light the stove and boil the medicine."

Zhang Jingwei nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Oh, so that's how it is. Then let him be."

After a busy night, Zhang Jingwei finally sat down to eat a bowl of steaming oatmeal. However, the oatmeal was tasteless. To make it more palatable, Qian Ming added some brown sugar to it, hoping to improve the taste.

Perhaps because Qian Ming had been emphasizing how unpalatable this oatmeal was, Zhang Jingwei mentally prepared himself for a long time before trying it. Looking at the thin mush in the bowl, he finally mustered up the courage to take a small sip. He smacked his lips, frowning, and muttered to himself, "Why does this taste so much like pure oatmeal?"

Mu Tou, who was standing nearby, looked at Zhang Jingwei's difficulty swallowing and couldn't help but persuade him, "Master, why don't we go into the city and find a place to have a good meal. You didn't sleep all night last night, so you're really not fit to eat this kind of food again."

Zhang Jingwei shook his head and responded firmly, "This oatmeal is very nutritious. Go and serve a bowl to the young lady as well."

Huangfu Ling also stayed up all night, accompanying Zhang Jingwei in counting the grain and people. However, facing such a situation, she was also very good at it. She had often accompanied Uncle Zhang, Zhang Jingwei's father, to distribute porridge to the poor. She knew what to do and what to pay attention to.

The biggest fear in such a large gathering of tens of thousands of people is infectious diseases, so Huangfu Ling specially called Sun Yaolang to make some anti-epidemic medicine soup.

Mu Tou carefully held a bowl of steaming oatmeal porridge, slowly walked up to Huangfu Ling, and said softly, "Young Madam, please try this bowl of oatmeal porridge! I specially added a lot of sugar, it tastes sweet and delicious, and the young master drank two big bowls in one breath!"

Huangfu Ling raised her head slightly and glanced at the bowl of fragrant oatmeal. A hint of hesitation appeared on her face, and she replied softly, "Oh, really... But why don't you give it to Jiuer first? She might need it more."

Mu Tou was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then quickly explained, "But... this oatmeal porridge was specially prepared for you by the young master."

Huangfu Ling didn't care and insisted, "It's okay, let him bring it to me himself, you should give it to Jiuer." After that, she turned her gaze to Mu Tou, her eyes revealing a meaning that could not be refused.

Seeing this, Mu Tou felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to go against Huangfu Ling's wishes, so he had to bite the bullet and respond: "Okay... okay!" So he picked up the bowl of wheat porridge, turned around and walked towards Jiuer.

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei, who was not far away, happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but smile, and at the same time as Huangfu Ling, he showed a knowing smile.

Zhang Jingwei carefully picked up a bowl of steaming porridge, walked to Huangfu Ling, and said softly: "Madam, come and have some porridge!"

Huangfu Ling raised her head slightly, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she responded, "Thank you, husband." She took the bowl, blew on it gently a few times, and took a small sip of the juice.

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but sigh and said, "Alas, that blockhead is still thinking about joining the army in Wuzhou. Look at how miserable the people of Wuzhou are. I really hope he can give up this idea."

Huangfu Ling put down the spoon in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jingwei, and said seriously: "I think his determination to join the army will only become stronger. If the men of our country only know how to enjoy comfort and happiness alone, and each of them is afraid of death and fears hard work, then this country will no longer be a country, and the family will no longer be a family."

Zhang Jingwei pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Madam, you are absolutely right." He then looked at the bowl of porridge in Huangfu Ling's hand and asked with a smile, "Madam, what do you think of this porridge? Is it delicious?"

Huangfu Ling scooped up a small spoonful of porridge and put it into her mouth. However, as soon as she put it in her mouth, she couldn't help but curl her lips and frowned tightly. It was obvious that the porridge didn't taste very good.

Huangfu Ling looked disgusted, but still smiled and said, "It doesn't taste good, but it fills my stomach!"