Xianyang City.
Ever since the news that Ying Zheng had sent his second son, Ying Wu, to the disaster relief mission was spread out, many people had been waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Droughts, floods.
How could a prince who never left Xianyang govern?
Not to mention those young princes, even among the officials with rich experience in government affairs, how many of them dared to say that they could govern?
After so long, has any official given a feasible plan?
"I think, Your Majesty, that person is also desperate. There's no other way.”
A Xianyang citizen shook his head slightly, feeling worried for the people in the disaster area.
He could only hope that this Second Young Master would not act recklessly and listen to the officials.
Otherwise, it would definitely make things worse and waste relief supplies.
"You don't know about this, do you? Our second young master is not an ordinary person.”
"I heard that he didn't even need His Majesty to send a single soldier to break through the base camp of the rebels and even captured the leader of the rebels.”
The other person had heard of Ying Wu's deeds and retorted.
"What's the use of being able to fight? This is disaster relief, not war. Which general have you seen who is good at government affairs and can deal with disasters?”
"Anyway, I feel that Second Young Master is not an ordinary person.”
"You are so stubborn."
In fact, it was not only the people of Xianyang who thought so.
Even among the officials, there were many who felt that His Majesty's actions were inappropriate.
It was just that they were afraid of the might of the Emperor, so no one dared to refute.
Ying Wu Estate.
All the preparations were already in place.
After all, it was a disaster relief mission.
His father had prepared some relief supplies.
That was why it had been delayed until now.
"Young Master, the disaster relief supplies have arrived.”
Qin Gang came in to report.
"Then let's go."
Ying Wu ordered.
Qin Gang, Qin Jian, Yan Lingji, and the others followed closely behind.
As for the other members, they had already taken action in advance.
Xianyang East Gate.
A long line of carriages and horses was lined up, carrying the disaster relief supplies.
These things looked like a lot, but in reality, they were just a drop in the bucket.
Along the way, a large portion of the food was consumed.
Disaster relief was not something that could be done in a few days.
No one knew how long these things could last.
Beside the convoy.
All the officials and princes were present. The officials were in groups, and their gazes were different.
"Zhao Gao, look, with just this little stuff, you want him to deal with the drought and flood?”
Huhai couldn't help but gloat.
With the help of the net, he had long known the severity of the disaster.
That was not something that could be cured in a short period of time.
With such little resources, they could not last for more than a few days.
At that time, the disaster victims would have no choice but to die. Once they stirred up a rebellion, they would be sentenced to death.
No matter how much his father liked him, he would punish him severely.
Perhaps he would be beheaded.
Thinking of this, Huhai was excited.
It was as if he could already see Ying Wu's death.
This time, Zhao Gao surprisingly didn't retort. Instead, he nodded slightly.
The disaster this time was indeed serious. If it was not handled properly, the disaster relief personnel would have to bear the responsibility.
Even if Ying Wu had someone backing him, he wouldn't be able to solve this natural disaster, right?
That's right, it definitely couldn't be resolved.
Zhao Gao strengthened his confidence.
Second Young Master Ying Wu's actions were always unexpected.
It made him a little unconfident.
On the other side.
Fu Su and a group of Confucian scholars stood tall.
Although these Confucians were not officials, they were Confucians all over the world.
Great Qin did not prohibit the Young Lords from recruiting guests.
Therefore, these people were qualified to come.
"This is difficult, difficult, difficult. It seems that this second young master is going to be unlucky.”
"That's right. We've already received news that the disaster this time is widespread and there are many victims. It has even begun to affect the surrounding counties. It's impossible to provide disaster relief with such little resources.”
Beside him, Fu Su also sighed.
A clever housewife can't cook without rice.
Before this, he had been envious of Ying Wu for being in the limelight at the Black Dragon Palace.
He did not expect his second brother to be so unlucky so soon.
It was really a blessing in disguise, and a blessing in disguise.
It seemed like it wasn't a bad thing to keep a low profile.
At this moment, Ying Wu arrived with his men.
Qin Gang and Qin Jian followed closely behind, and Yan Lingji followed as a maid.
What was left was a group of servants.
Wherever he passed, the surrounding officials bowed.
Huhai looked at Ying Wu with jealousy.
Wasn't it just killing Yan Dan? What was there to be proud of?
This time, the natural disaster was serious. Later, he would ask Zhao Gao to secretly exert some strength.
The net was all-pervasive.
He could immediately make you die without a burial place.
Thinking of this, Huhai started to look forward to it.
He looked forward to seeing the disaster relief fail and incite a rebellion among the people.
Fu Su's heart also felt a little sour.
However, he had studied Confucianism all year round, so he still had some self-cultivation.
He quickly recited the warning of the sages and maintained his original heart.
Suddenly.
There was a commotion outside the east gate, and everyone present knelt down one after another.
Ying Zheng came on the dragon chariot.
The elite soldiers were guarding the surroundings, and the Shadow Secret Guards were hidden in the crowd, guarding the front, back, left, and right.
Ying Wu suddenly understood.
No wonder so many people were here.
It turned out that his father had personally sent him off.
"Where is Ying Wu?"
On the dragon carriage.
Ying Zheng wore a crown with twelve streamers on his head, and his eyes were dignified.
His every move exuded the domineering aura of an emperor.
"Your son is here."
Ying Wu stepped forward and bowed.
"The sand dunes are suffering from a drought, and Kuaiji is suffering from a flood. The people of Great Qin are struggling to survive. I order you to go on behalf of me and save the people.”
Although Ying Zheng was asking, his tone was unquestionable.
"Father, yes."
Ying Wu's answer was even shorter.
Don't talk about difficulties, don't ask for help,
His voice was firm and decisive.
There was only one word.
Yes.
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