Chapter 270 Mysterious Taoist 1

The next day, Jiu'er returned to Zhuzhi Garden. Xia Mengning got up and asked, "Jiu'er, are you all right at home?"

Jiu'er nodded, "All good, Miss Xie cares."

Xia Mengning nodded with a smile and said, "It's my negligence. Yesterday was your birthday. I should let you go home to reunite."

Jiu'er hurriedly said that she didn't dare. Xia Mengning saw that she looked pale and knew that it might be related to yesterday's cold depression, but everyone has everyone's privacy, and she can't care about anything.

In fact, Xia Mengning didn't know that Jiu'er had reached a consensus with Leng Xiao. Before Leng Xiao's matter was completed, Jiu'er would avoid contact with him. Leng Xiao said that this was protecting her. Although Jiu'er didn't understand, she knew that Leng Xiao would not lie to herself, so she agreed.

In the afternoon, Xia Mengning stood in front of the table and practiced calligraphy. Jiu'er stood aside to grind. She looked at Xia Mengning writing one by one. Suddenly, she was curious, so she dared to ask, "Miss..."

Xia Mengning said 'En' and looked up at Jiu'er, "What's wrong?"

Jiu'er was a little embarrassed, but she still lowered her head and said, "Miss, can you teach me how to write? I just want to learn a few words."

Xia Mengning smiled and said, "Come here."

Jiu'er's face was overjoyed. She hurriedly put down the ink bar in her hand and walked to Xia Mengning. Xia Mengning was a little taller than Jiu'er. She stood behind Jiu'er, put the pen in Jiu'er's hand with her right hand and said, "Take the pen like this."

When Jiu'er touched the brush for the first time, she was very excited. Her hands trembling a little. Xia Mengning smiled and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to write your name."

After a while, the two words Jiu'er appeared on the paper. Xia Mengning pointed to these two words and read, "Look, this is your name."

Jiu'er was so happy that her little face was red. Xia Mengning reached out and tapped Jiu'er's forehead and said, "If you want to learn in the future, come to the room to find me."

With that, Xia Mengning drew a bunch of rice paper from the shelf beside him and handed it over. "Ouch, you can write with these."

The whole morning passed in the head-to-head practice between the two. When Zhulian came in and asked Xia Mengning to have lunch, the two stopped.

Xia Chuanyuan was ordered to urge the drought in the northwest. In fact, this is a thankless job. What Chang Sun Han wants is to spend the least money to do the biggest thing. However, when the money of the court is allocated, someone will definitely deduct some in the middle. This is understandable. There will be less in the hands of the disaster victims. If he If you go to say something and mix it up, I'm afraid it will offend both sides.

Xia Chuanyuan went to the northwest with a carriage. Not to mention the bumps of this road, the weather alone made Xia Chuanyuan, an old bone, a little unsuffocable. As soon as he arrived in the drought-stricken area, the local officials there greeted him enthusiastically, but when they knew that Xia Chuanyuan did not bring silver, their attitude was immediately different. Don't get up.

"Your Excellency, you have seen the situation here now. How can we appease the emotions of the disaster victims without money? Some of the disaster victims went out a while ago, but the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled. If the court doesn't allocate money, we will really be extinct."

Xia Chuanyuan couldn't see the situation, but before he left, Changsun Han did not dial the money, but just asked him to come here to reconcile.

In this way, Xia Chuanyuan really made it difficult.

The next day, as soon as Xia Chuanyuan got up and was about to go out for a walk, he saw several elderly people squatting at the door, holding a bowl and looking at him pitifully. There was a reason why they would not let him go out if he didn't give money.

At this time, the local official who received him also came over. Seeing this, he stretched out his hand and blew away the group of people and said to Xia Chuanyuan, "Your Excellency, this is what we are. How can you forgive me."

Xia Chuanyuan nodded awkwardly. The two went to the outer hall for breakfast. Xia Chuanyuan saw that there was only a bowl of green vegetables cooked with water on the table, and it was still pattering. He looked very appetiteless. Xia Chuanyuan frowned invisibly and said, "Is this breakfast?"

The official nodded hurriedly, "Your Excellency, this is the only thing we can handle. You know that the drought here is serious now. Where is the water? Without water, the grass doesn't grow.

The official said and looked bitter. Xia Chuanyuan frowned and couldn't say anything, but he would rather be hungry than eat the bowl of green vegetables like pig food.

After breakfast, Xia Chuanyuan decided to go out for a walk and find out the people's situation by the way. The official knew it and said that he wanted to accompany Xia Chuanyuan, but Xia Chuanyuan refused.

Walking alone on the streets of the city, Xia Chuanyuan also had a feeling in his heart. It was really desolate, but the court did not give money. If he did not change here and went back, he would definitely be punished by the emperor. Xia Chuanyuan thought so, and he was even more anxious.

Walking out of the gate, I saw many people squatting on the ground and digging something. Xia Chuanyuan was a little curious. He walked over and asked, "Old man, what are you digging?"

The old man listened, looked up at Xia Chuanyuan and said, "There is no food to eat, so there are tree roots in the ground."

Xia Chuanyuan was shocked and blurted out, "What, can the roots be eaten?"

The person who also squatted on the ground to dig the roots of the tree stood up and looked at Xia Chuanyuan and said, "It hasn't rained here for a year. The climate is already hot. Now there is no harvest of crops, and the young people have fled. We, the old people who can't walk, don't eat what to eat from the roots."

With that, the man looked at Xia Chuanyuan and suddenly said, "You are the official sent by the court. You are naturally a big fish and meat in the capital. How do you know the sufferings of us ordinary people? You officials are all fish and meat people, and they are not good things..."

With that, the man became more and more angry. He picked up a piece of dry soil and threw it directly on Xia Chuanyuan's body.

"Dog officials, folks, this group of dog officials don't care about our life or death at all. We might as well kill him and let the court know how powerful we are!"

The man's incitement was so strong that many people who were squatting and digging tree roots stood up and stared at Xia Chuanyuan.

Xia Chuanyuan was shocked and realized that something was wrong. This group of poor people had been forced into a desperate situation. If they wanted to kill themselves to attract the attention of the court, I'm afraid they could really do it.

Xia Chuanyuan thought about this, hurriedly retreated and shouted, "Don't come over. I will help you tell the real situation to the emperor."

"Bah!" The man spit out an unlucky breath and shouted, "My friends, we can't go on like this. The court doesn't care about our life or death at all. We have to fight for ourselves."

When the people behind him heard this, they all shouted repeatedly. They threw down the things in their hands one after another and surrounded Xia Chuanyuan.

At this moment, a calm voice came, "Don't be impatient, everyone."

Xia Chuanyuan was puzzled. He saw that the irritable masses calmed down after hearing the sound. Several people said one after another, "Mr. Wuji is here."

Xia Chuanyuan turned his head and saw a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe coming not far away. The Taoist priest had a beard, but he did not look sloppy, but added a sense of immortality.

"I'm impoverished. I've met the Prime Minister."

Xia Chuanyuan was stunned when he saw that the Taoist priest had come to him and bent down slightly to salute him.

Xia Chuanyuan nodded hurriedly, "The Taoist priest doesn't need much courtesy."

It seems that this Taoist priest named Wuji has won the hearts of the people here. Xia Chuanyuan stays alone in a foreign land. Naturally, he doesn't want to have a rigid relationship with such people.

The Taoist priest said to Xia Chuanyuan again, "The poor road is rude, which shocked the Prime Minister." With that, he turned to the group of people and said, "The Prime Minister is sent by the court. Everyone should treat us well. As for the drought, the poor road has been doing it for seven consecutive days. God can definitely feel our sincerity and rain on us."

This empty promise made Xia Chuanyuan very disdainful, but it was strange that the group of people were appeased. Xia Chuanyuan was a little strange and had to look at this Taoist priest with new eyes.

Because of the appearance of this Taoist priest, a group of people who originally had a preconceived for Xia Chuanyuan went home. Although Xia Chuanyuan looked down on this unruly Taoist priest, he also showed the demeanor that the prime minister should have.

"Thank you for what happened today."

Wuji smiled and said, "The Prime Minister must have thought that what the poor said was to coax the villagers, and he specially relieved the situation for the adults."

Xia Chuanyuan was stunned and looked at Wuji. He didn't know what to say.

Wuji looked pale and said, "I don't know if I can ask adults for a cup of tea?"

Xia Chuanyuan nodded, and the two walked to the place where Xia Chuanyuan lived together. On the way, Wuji smiled and said, "Your Excellency, to be honest, the poor Tao does know some divination, and the poor Tao has also sensed the secret, and it will rain here tomorrow."

Hearing Wuji say this, Xia Chuanyuan couldn't help but feel a little disdainful and said, "Does the Taoist priest really have this ability?"

Wuji smiled and didn't care about the disdain and contempt in Xia Chuanyuan's tone. He said, "Yes or no, we will know tomorrow."

Xia Chuanyuan saw Wuji's unfathomable and profound appearance, and his heart became more and more mysterious. The northern country has always respected Taoist monks. As for the monks, he is not very popular, but the Taoist priest speaks with extraordinary temperament, not like a cheated Jianghu warlock.

Xia Chuanyuan looked at him twice and said, "I don't know where the confidence comes from?"

Wuji smiled indifferently, but looked at Xia Chuanyuan for a while and said, "The Prime Minister has both children under his knees, but in recent years, he has left one after another. Does the Prime Minister feel?"

Xia Chuanyuan was stunned and suddenly thought of Xia Zhihan and Xia Zhishen. These are the two sons he used to be proud of, but now he is also a tragic death. One is missing, the eldest daughter is exiled, the youngest daughter committed suicide by taking poison, and the other is actually married as a concubine. Xia Chuanyuan can't help thinking like this. Some of them are not good.