Li Shimin's sedan chair left Chang 'an Grain Department in a hurry.
The palanquin landed in front of the Hall of Political Affairs. When Li Shimin got off the palanquin, Empress Zhangsun saw a dried blood stain and a wound on his forehead.
"Your Majesty, how did you get injured?”
Li Shimin touched his forehead and felt the pain. He had been running for 50 miles, but he didn't feel the wound on his forehead.
"It's a small matter, a small matter."
Li Shimin didn't tell Empress Zhangsun what happened today. Zhangsun Qi was Empress Zhangsun's nephew, so Li Shimin didn't want to make things difficult for Empress Zhangsun.
Li Shimin was only thinking about how Han Bohe would punish the Chang 'an Grain Department. Zhangsun Qi would definitely be killed, and how to deal with the other officials in the Chang' an Grain Department.
He absolutely could not tell Uncle Han his identity now. He did not know if Uncle Han had any prejudice against the Imperial Court. If Uncle Han was dissatisfied with the Imperial Court and rashly recruited Uncle Han, it would probably backfire.
This Zhangsun Qi!
A bad person!
If today's incident hadn't happened, Li Shiming would have conscripted Uncle Han and made him the Prime Minister of the Empire!
After such a thing happened, Li Shi Min didn't dare to recruit Uncle Han.
……
Outside Chang 'an Grain Department.
Han Qiu walked out of the Food Bureau office and saw Zhangsun Qi, the chief historian of the Food Bureau, standing there with a group of officials, trembling.
Zhangsun Qi looked at Han Qiu's figure and suddenly recalled the scene at the Han Residence.
He clearly remembered that this person had once told him that a disaster was imminent. However, at that time, he was dominated by greed. How could he listen to Han Qiu's persuasion?
At this moment, it was too late for regrets!
"Senior…Senior…"
Zhangsun Qi mustered up his courage and shouted at Han Qiu, but the armored soldier pushed Zhangsun Qi hard, and Zhangsun Qi retreated.
Hou Junji looked at Han Qiu with a very strange expression. The Emperor was sitting in a sedan chair, and he was specifically looking for Uncle Han. Just who was this Uncle Han?
Although Hou Junji was a martial artist, he had his own thoughts.
Han Qiu saw the scene outside the Chang 'an Grain Department and could already foresee Zhangsun Qi's fate. This corrupt official was probably doomed.
"Someone come!"
"Yes!"
"Send Uncle Han back to the Han Family Residence.”
"Here!"
More than ten armored soldiers escorted a carriage over. Han Qiu boarded the carriage. What happened today was just a small interlude for her.
The Sui and Tang Dynasties had experienced ups and downs, and countless wars and warlords had fought for supremacy.
After passing by the Chang 'an Grain Department, Han Qiu asked the armored soldiers to stop the carriage. These armored soldiers were confused.
"This old man doesn't need you to escort him. This old man will walk back.”
"Old man, the general ordered us to escort the old man home.”
"I don't want to go back now. The weather is just right. It's not easy for me to come to Chang 'an, so I have to take a good look.”
It was just past noon, and the weather was good. Han Qiu was not ready to return to the Han Family Residence. He wanted to take a stroll in Chang 'an and see the imperial city of the Tang Empire.
The soldiers looked at each other. Even if the old man didn't want to leave, they couldn't force him.
Youzhou suffered a drought, Guanzhong suffered a locust plague, and the three years of Zhenguan could be said to be a year of many disasters.
Although there were no beggars in Chang 'an, it did not mean that there were no poor people.
"Father, quickly stop the palanquin. Look, that person has fainted from hunger! Hurry up and save him!" A tender and sweet voice sounded. Han Qiu looked in the direction of the voice and was surprised to see a skinny person leaning against the wall.
The person who spoke was a little girl. She was sitting on a palanquin. She lifted the palanquin curtain, and her eyes revealed pity and kindness.
"Sigh, the world isn't good this year. There are many disasters.”Another man in the sedan chair spoke.
The armored soldiers behind Han Qiu recognized the person sitting in the sedan chair. It was the Minister of Works, Wu Shi. These armored soldiers hurriedly greeted the Minister of Works, Wu Daoren.
Martial arts university people?
The illustrious martial arts master of the Great Tang was Wu Cong's father.
The Minister of Works was also in line.
At this moment, Wu Cong was also five years old.
In this way, they matched up.
This little girl who was sitting in the palanquin and asking her father to save her was the future Wu Zetian, Wu Chi!
"Father, quickly save him."
"Sigh, it's easy to save one person, but it's difficult to save the entire world. Who knows how many people have starved to death in the wilderness.”Wu Shi Ling couldn't help but sigh. Although he had been ordered to build the Wei River not long ago, if the Wei River irrigation works wanted to be effective, he could only wait until next year!
"How will Youzhou get through this year's crisis?”
Han Qiu thought to herself,""This samurai is also a virtuous minister…"
Han Qiu looked at the five-year-old girl in the palanquin. This little girl was the future empress. She was not simple.
"Father, save one person first. Save as many people as you can! When I grow up, I will definitely save the world!”The five-year-old Wu Xiang said firmly with a childish voice.
The warrior ordered a servant to send a biscuit to the man who had fainted from hunger. This was the best he could do. There were still many hungry people, and he could not give them all a biscuit.
Wu Cong looked at the hungry man who was eating the cake in big mouthfuls. Finally, she smiled. However, there was a bit of sadness in her smile. She remembered what her father had said just now. There were still many people who starved to death in the wilderness.
As evening approached, Han Qiu left Chang 'an City in a carriage and returned to the Han Family Residence.
When Han Qiu returned home, Hu Zi's family had already tidied up the courtyard and house for Han Qiu. When Hu Zi saw that Uncle Han had returned safely, he threw himself into Han Qiu's arms and cried loudly.
"Uncle Han, you scared me to death. I thought I would never see Uncle Han again!”
Han Qiu patted Hu Zi's head and said,""Aren't I back now?"
Hu Zi's mother had already made dinner. Although the Food Department had taken away a lot of food, they had left quite a bit of food in the fields, and they had also picked up quite a few leftover corn cobs…
Many farmers in the Han Family heard that Han Qiu had been sent back by the armored soldiers and went to ask. There were more than ten farmers who had been taken away. These women and children asked when their men would return.
Han Qiu briefly told the women and children what had happened in the Chang 'an Grain Department.
They could not understand the profound words, so Han Qiu only told them that the Grand Elder Qingtian had avenged them. He was sent back to the Han Residence by the armored soldiers first, and their man would definitely return within three days.
The grain collected by the Chang 'an Grain Administration would also be sent back. However, Han Qiu did not guarantee this to the farmers because she wanted them to experience a pleasant surprise!
When Han Qiu returned to the Han Residence, Li Shi Min was in the Dew Palace, raging with rage!
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