The imperial envoy came too quickly!

This is the first thought that the squire came to their minds after hearing the news.

During the last major earthquake in Guanzhong, Emperor Jiajing was caught in party struggles or had any other purpose, but it was only more than a month later that the imperial edict was issued to send an imperial envoy and the prime minister to provide disaster relief.

This time it was interesting. Emperor Tianqi appointed a minister in charge of the Western Nuan Pavilion as the imperial envoy on the same day, and issued an imperial edict the world the next day.

This is the first time such a quick disaster relief method!

The imperial envoy came and invited the gentry and then politely greeted each other. This was a must-have, so many people did not find it strange that Wang Zaijin was able to issue invitations.

However, because Wang Zaijin was not very famous among the gentry because he did things for the emperor, many people just talked about things and were unwilling to come.

Qingzhou Prefecture, the disaster is a relatively mild area in the six Shandong Prefectures.

The gentry here has been rich since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty and has continued to this day, as well as those who have started their own business by selling private salt along the coast and dominate the country.

At the Qian family's house, a big-bellied businessman boss sniffed in the wind and smelled a strong murderous aura from the air.

"Bang!"

Without saying anything, the Qian family's door was kicked open.

Yang Zhaoji led his personal soldiers out of the yard, pressing his sword in his hand, staring at him with his eyes tightly, and holding his fists and sneering:

"Host Qian!"

"I heard that you are suffering from a serious illness and cannot walk, so you can't go to Yuncheng."

"Ge Lao said that Qian is the first Qingyan family. If you come, other salt families will have to come. Please forgive me for being rude."

"Carry away-!"

Qian Kunhan sat on the chair with a face, and slapped the table and shouted:

"Yang Zhaoji, you dare!"

As he fell, a rumbling sound came from the courtyard, and dozens of fully armed salt dicks suddenly appeared, surrounding Yang Zhaoji and his personal soldiers.

Who is Yang Zhaoji? He is a general who is fighting with blood. How could he be afraid of this threat?

His eyes tightened, his sword was half sheathed, and he sneered:

"Dongjia Qian, judging by what you mean, do you think I, Yang Zhaoji, are afraid of these smelly fish?"

As he finished speaking, a salt leader ran into the yard with a long knife in panic and whispered to Qian Kun.

After hearing this, the latter was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice:

"Marrior Yang wants me to go?"

Yang Zhaoji withdrew his knife and knew that the other party was cowardly, he laughed twice.

"This time, the three provinces have had a great shock, and the court attaches great importance to it. Even the emperor issued an edict. Now the imperial envoy has arrived in Yuncheng. How can you local tyrants not do anything?"

"It's not me that you have a lot of benefits to the court on weekdays. Do you really think that those private salt activities in the past are all airtight walls?"

Qian Kun was speechless, silent for a while, and waved his hand to signal the salt diners to count them all.

After a moment, I said:

"Tell me, how do you do it if you want me, Qian?"

Yang Zhaoji pressed his hand on his thick shoulder and said:

"It's not that I want you to do anything, but that after the current earthquake, the local government needs you powerful people, how to recruit disaster victims and do something practical for the court."

After saying that, Yang Zhaoji walked out of Qian's house, rode on his mount, and shouted inside:

"Qian Dongjia, I can remind you that it will not arrive as scheduled. The Qian Mansion will not be kept, and the Qingshen Transportation Field will also belong to the court!"

"Go, go to the next one!"

Shaoqing, Qian Kun secretly wiped his sweat, pretending to be calm, and asked in vain voice:

"Have Yang Zhaoji transported the cannon away?"

Leader Yan Ding is still nervous and says he doesn't want to go out to see anything.

After a while, Yan Ding's head was carefully urging under Qian Kun's constant urging. Seeing that all the officers and soldiers outside the mansion were withdrawn, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Let's go, Datong's troops and the cannons are all withdrawn."

Qian Kun was still worried and murmured to himself:

"Damn it, the commander here is really different. He actually came with cannons."

As for Yang Zhaoji's last sentence just now, Qian Kun has already believed that the border troops in Datong Town should be a little bit short of their own salt.

......

"Gei Master will see Wanli!"

As soon as Wang Zaijin took his seat, he saw these voluntary and forced gentry and powerful people getting up and toasting them.

"I don't know what I see."

"Sit, everyone sits!"

Today's banquet is really intriguing.

The location was not in the familiar Kuanbu compound. Wang Zaijin didn't know what he thought, but he actually held a banquet to entertain those of them, such well-known people, in the dilapidated Yuncheng official residence.

"Xie Ge Lao!"

A group of gentry and powerful men wearing gold and silver, silk and satin satin sat down with different thoughts.

But, I can't stop sitting.

The king held a banquet residence in Jin, but the residence had already collapsed. They were sitting on the ruins, surrounded by people who were eyeing the disaster.

Qian Kun was sweating profusely. If it were not for Yang Zhaoji and the guards of the surrounding officers and soldiers, he even believed that these victims would have swallowed them alive without hesitation.

"I wonder if the Lord of the Pavilion is to invite me to a banquet for disaster relief."

Soon, someone couldn't sit still.

Wang Zaijin looked over and found that it was a powerful man from Wudingzhou, so he smiled and said:

"Although I have only been to Yuncheng for a few days, I know that Wudingzhou is seriously affected. However, looking at the outfit of Zhao Dong's family, it seems that there is not much loss?"

Upon hearing this, the powerful Wudingzhou was stunned at first, and then he laughed awkwardly:

"Actually, it's not a small loss..."

"Today, I will invite you. First, my king came to Jin for the first time and was not very familiar with the matters in Qi and Lu, and I need all your help."

"These two are because the emperor personally won the victory in the southwest, and his rebellion was eliminated. The world was peaceful and peaceful. I was happy with everyone!"

"this…"

Upon hearing this, the gentry and powerful people began to look wrong.

No one is a fool, so naturally he could hear it. Wang Zaijin was talking sarcastically, so someone stood up and said:

"The imperial envoy was joking. The three provinces were in great shock. The court was not virtuous. I think it was because the officials were corrupt and shocked and angry. It would be better not to send this evil fire to us."

"That is, if Master Ge is really capable, he should have the victims all over the land receive relief, but he is not here to speak in secret and ridicule us."

Wang Zaijin's eyes were flowing, and he looked at the two people talking, without anger, and said with a smile:

"If the three provinces have a major earthquake, if it depends entirely on the court, it will definitely not be able to cover everything."

"You are all powerful and influential local people. There are many victims in various places. I have also thought that this time I need your best help, recruit refugees and restore the city."

"But the wine and meat of the rich are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road."

"I think that no matter how the victim is starved to death on the road outside the door, he doesn't look like someone who can give the porridge meal, so I won't mention it, and there is absolutely no sarcasm."

"Since you will not help the court to provide disaster relief, what's the use of this official to mention it?"

After saying this, Wang Zaijin's meaning was about to come out.

He was using aggressive generals to encourage these big and powerful people in Shandong to contribute money and to help the court provide disaster relief in the local area.

"The Zhou family in Qiu County has invested 3,500 taels of silver to help the elders provide disaster relief!"

The first person started, and Yu's squire and powerful men stood up one after another, one by one shouting:

"Zou's family is not as wealthy as Zhou's family. I'm willing to pay 1,500 taels of silver to express my feelings!"

"I, Xinyang Tang, I hope to use the annual benefits of the two salt farms in Longhaikou in the south to support the court in disaster relief!"

Listening to these words, Wang Zaijin felt mixed emotions.

In the current Ming Dynasty, all officials in the court fought verbally every day, only caring about party struggles, and even disaster relief requires party interests.

In the local area, these short-sighted villains make the decision, so the people are so unfortunate!
Chapter completed!