Lao Shi felt that this was like a great escape.

Lao Jiu said: "If we continue like this, we may run out of supplies when we get to Fengyang."

Old Shi said: "Yes." I didn't expect it at all.

The two people went to Wu Sidao to discuss the matter.

Wu Sidao said: "Your Majesty, please read this. This is the news about these victims that I have compiled in the past few days. These people all have their household registration certificates."

Wu Sidao put the compiled data aside, pointed to a map he drew and said: "Fengyang is the only one who reports disasters, and Fengyang is famous for having disasters in nine out of every ten years. Escape from famine has become a local practice."

It has become a custom, so even though the disaster reports in the surrounding areas are serious, they do not attract enough attention. Moreover, this area is only so big, and our supplies are enough for them."

"But in fact, the area is much larger than the area where the disaster was reported." Lao Jiu looked at the picture and saw what he didn't understand.

"Someone is trying to hide the disaster. Why?"

The disaster is a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster. There is nothing wrong with the local government by reporting more and giving more materials and money.

It's like building river embankments. Officials in those places wish they could repair them every year, so that the oil and water that falls in the middle would be big enough.

Concealing the disaster means that the disaster was caused by man-made disasters.

The two people's paws were numb now. This was such a big deal, and they didn't know the reason.

The old man said: "I want to give the discount to Huang Ama."

Lao Jiu said: "How to write it in the zhezi now? You said, we don't know anything. We still have to find out the reasons. It would be better to write the zhezi again."

Wu Sidao said: "What the prince said makes sense. Let's talk about it first. The emperor can know the affairs of the world without going out. Maybe we don't know, but the emperor knows about it. Qi Ye didn't even know where to start, so he analyzed the beginning and the end, which place

It has nothing to do with men. If it really gets to the point, who knows how the dirty water will be splashed."

Lao Jiu sneered: "No matter how hard he splashes, he can still splash it on me!"

Lao Shi believed in Wu Sidao: "Just listen to sir. Brother Jiu, if you don't want to write the excerpt, just let him do it. Sir's literary talent is very good."

Lao Jiu laughed angrily at his brother, is this about writing zhezi? Who told him that he was afraid of writing zhezi? You think everyone is you when he folds zhezi. When he sees zhezi, his head is as big as a bucket.

However, Wu Sidao should be given some face. Lao Jiu also knew that he was talented, because if they were doing disaster relief, they would definitely throw away something and leave.

You wouldn't do such detailed work at night, and you wouldn't be able to find something strange so far away.

Wu Sidao then wrote the fold. They originally kept the same stubs, so he sealed one copy and followed the fold to rush for a hundred and eighty miles, and kept the other copy in his hand. Wu Sidao put the supplies on several vehicles after emptying them.

Let a few people who can write copy this again according to different regions.

…

When Kangxi received the news, he felt for the first time that Lao Shi was a reliable and good son.

Although he is usually careless, he is really down-to-earth and conscientious in his work, and he is surrounded by a good gentleman who is willing to listen to advice, which is really good.

Yes, Lao Shi did not hide the fact that although he copied it, he was used to being ridiculed by Kangxi, so he said sincerely at the end that the note was written with the help of Mr. Xiao Fugua.
Chapter completed!