Chapter 1212: The emperor can’t take care of himself, he will remember the queen

"In reply to the emperor, Zen Master Huixing in the Taimiao has received a letter, and the empress has lived well in the Taimiao. In addition, there have been letters from the Forbidden City, saying that everything in the palace is well, please rest assured." Chen Biao based on the letter. Reply truthfully.
The emperor has been busy every day recently.
During the day, I was busy inspecting everywhere, and I had to hand out silver coins and articles for the court's disaster relief.
Returning to the temporarily settled camp at night, I have to review various papers.
And those trivial things were communicated by him and Su Peisheng.
Originally, the emperor could live in a house arranged by local officials.
But the emperor felt that the officials were not doing anything, and he was unwilling to live in their home.
I don't want to bring a lot of people to live in those inns.
Because in that case, the guards and minions also have to spend a lot of money.
In order to save silver tael, try to spend every penny on disaster relief.
Therefore, every time the emperor went to inspect, it was a temporary camp on the spot.
In summer, there are many mosquitoes in the wild, and no matter how you prevent it, the emperor's body is bitten by mosquitoes and rashes everywhere.
But he still didn't let the imperial doctor show him, just do things.
But even if the emperor was too busy to take care of himself, as long as he was free, he would remember to ask him how the queen was.
No matter how busy I am, I will ask one or two questions.
He didn't remember how many times the emperor asked him.
I only know that at least six times.
Hearing that the queen was fine, the fourth master turned his eyes slightly and asked, "How long has Huixing been in Taimiao?"
"The slave didn't know how long it was, only that he was one of Zhang Jia's apprentices, and he was a monk in the Taimiao."
That chapter Jia Guoshi was the "Initiation of Puhui Guangci Great Guoshi" by Emperor Kangxi.
The emperor's cultivation of Zen Buddhism over the years has also benefited from the professor Zhang Jia's teaching and confirmation.
It can be said that Master Zhang Jia is a good teacher and helpful friend of the emperor.
So the emperor trusted him very much.
So much that he trusts and feels relieved to his apprentices.
After hearing what Chen Biao said, Si Ye nodded thoughtfully.
Then he took the rein calmly with one hand and slammed the rein aggressively with one hand, and rode his horse towards today's destination.
The officials and guards behind him also rode to keep up.
And the horse-drawn carriage loaded with disaster relief materials slowly followed, leaving a dusty place.
These days, Si Ye is constantly visiting the places where the disasters are most severe.
Then use the money brought by the imperial court to directly distribute to the victims, and let the trustworthy officials repair the canal as quickly as possible.
In this way, layers of exploitation are eliminated.
The money and goods for the disaster relief were completely handed over to the people.
He also arranged a bachelor of agriculture to stay in the local area to teach the people how to grow crops as quickly as possible.
About half an hour later, Si Ye arrived at a village.
At this time, the sun was like a fireball, hung fiercely in the sky, exuding scorching heat outward.
Because he was riding a horse under the scorching sun for a long time, big beads of sweat leaked out of his forehead.
A hidden blue brocade robe was also soaked in sweat.
The chief of the village had been waiting at the entrance of the village.
Waiting with him were villagers in twos and threes.
Now when they saw the Fourth Master, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed like a living Bodhisattva: "The little one knocks on the emperor."
The inside is dark and thin, and the wrinkles on his face are like cracks in the ground.
I don't know if I saw the Fourth Master being too nervous, or too hungry, with a pair of legs swinging, and the whole person looked weak.
A white towel is wrapped around his head.
He was wearing shabby clothes with patches.
But the clothes are neatly dressed, and it looks like they have been carefully taken care of.
Maybe such a dress is already the best in his family.
It's just that his hair is messy, it looks like a mop cloth that hasn't been washed for months.
Even his body exudes the smell of sweat that he didn't take a shower.
Because it is difficult to drink water due to drought, washing is naturally a luxury.
Si Ye didn't dislike him, but got off his horse and personally helped the elderly lien.
The chief was so supported by the Fourth Master, his calloused hands immediately grasped the Fourth Master's hand.
He looked up at the Fourth Master, and said sadly: "The emperor, the youngest is finally waiting for you. It has been six months, from the beginning of the year to now, we haven't had a single drop of rain."
His hands were like dry branches, and his fingers couldn't straighten out.
The word "bitter" was written all over his face.
When speaking, helpless tears ooze from the corners of the wrinkled eyes.
Fourth Master tightened his long hand and said nothing.
And Zhang Tingyu on the side stepped forward and said: "Don't worry, the emperor is here this time to solve your difficulties. But now is short of time, we will have to go to the next place later, so you should take it with you first. Let's take a look at Zhuangzi."
"Okay, okay." Li Chang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and led the Fourth Master into the village.
The Fourth Master walked into Zhuangzi with his guards and officials, holding hands.
The fiery sun shone on his face, a little dazzling.
The earth is like a steamer, too hot to breathe.
The crops have long been roasted into dry and cracked khaki by the sun.
There were deep cracks thick with thumbs everywhere.
Those cracks are like thirsty mouths, opening their mouths wide, expecting God to rain.
New wooden tablets for temporary burial can be seen everywhere, just like mass graves. It is estimated that they are the victims buried recently.
I don't know if it was sloppy in the burial. With the hot wind, the air smelled rancid odors from time to time, which seemed to be coming from the corpse.
At this moment, the cicadas and cicadas that should have been heard in summer were gone, and only some mosquitoes and flies were flying on the high arched graves.
And Uya in twos and threes shouted on the branch.
There is also the terrifying sound of owls, which has been heard over the village.
A few domestic dogs were so skinny and hungry that they lay their tongues out at the door of the earthen house.
Moreover, Si Ye saw many hungry people digging wild vegetables along the way.
And adults who use wooden spoons to drink water for children.
The water did not know where it came from.
From a distance, I saw the water in the wooden spoon was muddy and muddy.
After a while, Si Ye saw from a distance that many people gathered together in a place.
There seemed to be wailing and crying.
He raised his hand and pointed at that place, "Why are there so many people gathered."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw the chieftain paused, and then replied in a vicissitudes of life and sad voice: "Hey, there was a temporary relief station in the village, but as the days go on, there is no more food in the village. Actually... ...It has become a temporary burial area, otherwise the children and women would be too hungry and unable to suffice. If the family lost someone, they would not have the ability and strength to bury them, so the villagers would help."
Hearing this, the fourth master frowned slightly, "So far, how many people have died in your village."
"Our village was originally a Zhuangzi with a large population. There used to be more than 30,000 people. When the famine began, although they were dead, they were not so severe. Now, there is a drought and only 22,000 people remain in the village. "Speaking of this, he wiped his tears and said with a trembling cry: "Pity my grandson and wife, also... also left me a few days ago... .."
There are more than 30,000 people, and only 20,000 are left. This is 30% of the population.
Hearing this, the fists in the sleeves of the fourth master clenched tightly.