Li Qinghuan

Seeing that Ji Qing was willing to help, Song Li knew that he had caused Ji Qing a big trouble, and he was really embarrassed to cause Ji Qing any other trouble, so he followed Ji Qing obediently every day.

Ji Qing called all the principals of the restaurants and Yinzhuang under his name in Jizhou to Nanyang, and explained the matter in a concise and concise manner.

Within three days, the refugees basically settled down. There are places where porridge and food are distributed in the streets and alleys. All the inns in Nanyang City will provide the refugees with shelter from the rain and basic food when it rains. They will also provide some meat from time to time. .

The imperial court only sent troops to maintain the basic order, and Ji Qing arranged everything else.

The imperial court's disaster relief funds are just a drop in the bucket to appease these refugees. Coupled with the layer upon layer of embezzlement by the officials above, there is very little money left for disaster relief.The distributing of porridge and food, and the resettlement of the refugees were all handled by Ji Qing. The imperial envoys sent by the imperial court were like decorations, nothing more than powerless hands, and he had no idea how to settle the refugees afterwards.

The refugees here have settled down, and the disaster situation in Yuzhou has basically stabilized. The flood has receded, and the dams are being repaired. Whether the refugees want to return to Yuzhou to rebuild their homes or go to other counties to make a living is up to them to choose, whether they return to Yuzhou Those who are still looking for another way out will be given money by Ji Qing as a subsidy, and take action to suppress the grain price in the whole Jizhou.

A few days later, the number of refugees in Nanyang City decreased a lot. The people either returned to Yuzhou to rebuild their homes, or left their hometowns to find another way out.So far, this matter has come to an end, the two of them didn't stop much, and after a day's rest, they set off and continued on their way.

In fact, such disasters are not uncommon in Great Wei, which has a vast land and rich resources.Along with the vast territory, there are also many natural and man-made disasters in various places. In Yuzhou, the Yellow River will break its embankment every few decades, and there will be a huge flood.

This time, Yuzhou was just flooded by a tributary of the Yellow River.This kind of small calamity has been seen a lot, so the imperial court didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't even want to care about it at all. Anyway, nothing major happened if it didn't care about it in the past.

But Song Li grew up in Yudu since he was a child, and he has never seen such a scene. He just felt that the refugees in the city made him very unbearable, so he insisted on staying to help, but he is only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He has the status of a prince, but he has no real power. Even if those officials say yes, they will not take a brat with a title in their eyes at all.In Nanyang, Song Li truly realized his own powerlessness and the importance of power.

Ji Qing had seen many of these scenes, and thought that the government would deal with it, so he didn't want to intervene, after all, this kind of thing is thankless.But seeing that Song Li took the risk of being arrested and went back to negotiate with the magistrate several times to no avail, he still didn't make up his mind after all.

Something happened here, and the two of them headed south all the way.

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Gusu, post station.

Song Li finished writing a letter, explaining his whereabouts and what he had done.Although he knew that his whereabouts might have been exposed when he was in Nanyang, he still had to explain clearly to his brother himself.After the messenger sent the letter, the two walked slowly back along the river bank. There were people greeting Ji Qing along the way.

The old man who was buying a backpack on the side of the road recognized Ji Qing first: "Young Master Ji, long time no see."

Ji Qing nodded and smiled: "Long time no see, Uncle Wang."

The aunt selling pomegranates also recognized Ji Qing's warm greeting: "Master Ji, bring some pomegranates, my pomegranates are so sweet."

Ji Qing took the two pomegranates and handed them to Song Li, and took out the broken silver and handed them to the aunt: "Thank you, auntie."

The sister-in-law who sold the pomegranate waved her hand and pushed away the money that Ji Qing handed over: "Mr. Ji, you are welcome. You don't need to pay. You sent someone to buy my pomegranate tree. Why are you polite? You led the horse over this morning. I told you, Uncle Wang, why this person looks so familiar. It turned out to be you. I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you doing? Where’s Master Thirteen? Where’s your master? How are you? I haven’t seen them for many years.”

The aunt chattered a lot, and Ji Qing replied patiently one by one: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm fine, my master and Thirteenth Master are also fine, and they're all alive and kicking. Thirteenth Master and I The masters are all in Yudu."

The aunt said: "That's good, you are all good people, you should live a safe and healthy life.

Ji Qing smiled slightly: "Okay."

The sister-in-law paused, and then asked, "How long will you stay here this time?"

Ji Qing looked at Song Li and said with a smile: "Look at the young man next to me, I will stay with him as long as he wants."

It was only then that the aunt noticed Song Li who had been quietly waiting beside her with her pomegranate in her arms, and said with a smile, "This young man is very handsome, just like Mr. Ji."

Song Li was stunned, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Auntie has won the prize." He didn't know what it was called, so he just followed Ji Qing's name, there was nothing wrong with it.

The aunt's eyes turned back and forth on the two of them a few times, and she showed a gratified smile: "Xiao Langjun is so lucky to meet Mr. Ji."

Song Li didn't know why, but he still replied with a smile: "I think so too."

Auntie: "Young Master Ji has a lot of things to do. He is so busy and still willing to play enough with Xiao Langjun in Jiangnan. He loves you so much, Xiao Lang Jun should cherish you. You two must last forever."

Song Li's expression gradually changed from dazed to stunned: "Ah...huh? What? Ah...No, no...Aunt...Auntie, have you misunderstood something?"

Seeing this, Ji Qing quickly explained: "Auntie, you made a mistake, he is just my friend."

After Ji Qing said that, the aunt didn't say anything more, she still smiled and said: "Okay, it's my wife who is confused."

Several people exchanged pleasantries for a while, then Ji Qing took Song Li to say goodbye and left.

After watching the two leave, the pomegranate aunt turned her eyes away, shook her head self-consciously, and said to herself: "My old lady's eyes haven't missed it yet. The affection in people's eyes can't be hidden. The two children still don't believe it."

Song Li covered his mouth with his cuff and sneezed, swept his nose and muttered in a low voice, "That bastard Liu Zijian must be scolding me again."

Ji Qing, who was next to him, turned his head and asked, "Your Highness, what did you say?"

Song Li shook his head: "Nothing."

Ji Qing hesitated for a moment, then stopped, and explained: "Your Highness, don't pay too much attention to what the aunt said just now, the Jiangnan area has long been open to foreign trade, and many foreigners will come here to do business or live, and exchange ideas with the outside world. More, the folk customs are open, right...er...then what...you know, there are not so many restrictions, no more than Yu Du, what Auntie said...don't take it too seriously."

For some reason, Song Li was inexplicably unhappy after hearing what he said.Nodding numbly, he abruptly changed the topic: "Let's go home, I'm hungry."

Ji Qing smiled brightly: "Okay, let's go home."

……

It was night, Ji Qing ordered someone to set up a stone table on a flat place under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, took out the pot of cold heart that was just dug out from under the tree during the day, and served it with a few dishes of side dishes.

Ji Qing sat down first, got Song Li a glass of wine, and said, "It's nothing serious anyway, so let's have a good drink today, good."

Song Li also sat down, nodded, and happily agreed: "Okay, I will only rest once I get drunk today, but I will not be drunk for a thousand cups."

Ji Qing smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's drink enough."

Song Li picked up the wine glass and drank it down, couldn't help sighing again: "Good wine."

Ji Qing also drank a glass, smiled: "It is indeed a good wine, haven't you drunk it many times?"

Song Li nodded: "Hey, I'm kidding, He Ming, is this brewed by your master?"

Ji Qing shook his head: "Master Thirteen brewed it, and this house belongs to her too."

Song Li: "Then he also planted this tree?"

Ji Qing nodded, Song Li was even more puzzled, how old is this person?No, how many years has this person been dead?Then when the pomegranate seller asked today, why did Ji Qing say that both his master and Thirteenth Master were alive and kicking?

Song Li was puzzled, and said, "Heming, I'm afraid you are not deceiving me."

Ji Qing knew that Song Li was curious about Lord Thirteen, but he didn't want to explain much, he just said: "Her name is Ning Shisan, as for why she is called such a name, I don't know, she...is a very amazing person, in the future I have the opportunity to take you to meet."

Song Li blurted out: "Is he still alive?"

Ji Qing nodded: "Alive."

Song Li was dumbfounded in surprise, then this person must be hundreds of years old and still alive?

Song Li shook his head, and the image of a skinny old man with graying hair was thrown out of his mind.

Seeing him like this, Ji Qing thought it was very funny, poured him another glass of wine, picked up a piece of food with Song Li's chopsticks, stuffed it into Song Li's mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, Your Highness, don't think about it, I will take you to see him when I have a chance in the future.”

Song Li came back to his senses, chewed the food in his mouth, and swallowed it: "Okay."

Under the bright and bright moon, the two toasted and drank, very comfortable and at ease.Song Li felt that he was faintly drunk, stood up staggeringly, raised his glass to Mingyue and was stunned for a moment.

Ji Qing was afraid that he would fall into the water, so he quickly reached out to support him: "Your Highness, be careful."

Song Li smiled and leaned against the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, "We're pretty familiar with each other, right?"

Ji Qing didn't know why, but he still nodded.

Song Li's smile disappeared suddenly, and he handed the wine glass to Ji Qing's mouth, and said seriously: "You are so familiar, you still call me Your Highness, you should be punished."

Ji Qing looked down at the wine in the glass, took it with his hand and drank it down: "Then what should I call you?"

"Call me Ali."

Ji Qing smiled and said, "A Li."

Song Li finally felt happy, grabbed the wine glass and filled it up for himself: "Drink!"

After a while, the two drank up a jar of wine, and Song Li, who claimed to be never drunk after a thousand cups, was the first to lie down on the stone table.

Compared to Song Li, Ji Qing was still sober. Looking at Song Li, who was drunk and unconscious, he smiled and shook his head, and said to himself, "Is this the only way to stay drunk?"

He stood up unsteadily, and was about to call his servants to take Song Li back to the house, but after standing still for a while, he walked up to Song Li in a strange way, bent down and hugged him, Song Li Leaning in Ji Qing's arms, he was still moaning, "Have another drink."

Ji Qing held the person firmly in his arms, and concentrated on watching the road under his feet, for fear of falling and hurting the person in his arms.

"Drunkard, do you still want to drink when you're so drunk?"

"Yeah, I still want to drink."

"Stop drinking, okay? I'll take you back to bed."

"alright."

Ji Qing kicked open the door, strode to the bed, put Song Li on the bed, and pulled the quilt over him.Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed his sleeve.

"Come back! Don't go! There's blood, a lot of blood."

Song Li seemed to have dreamed of something bad, his brows were tightly frowned, his tone was crying, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and there was blood in his mouth.

Seeing this, Ji Qing immediately turned around and squatted down, holding Song Li's hand instead, subconsciously softly comforting: "Don't go, don't go."

Ji Qing sighed, lying beside Song Li, patted Song Li's back lightly, after a while the drunkenness struck, and he really couldn't bear it and fell into a deep sleep.