I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

On this day, when Jun Huailang arrived at the south of the city, it was already getting dark.

Today, the repair of the embankment has only just begun.The damage to the river embankment is quite serious and the scope is large, and the surrounding cities have been submerged, making repairs even more difficult.

But if it is not repaired, the river will continue to spread, and by then, it is not impossible to submerge the entire Jinling City.

Jun Huailang went out early and returned late, until today, when he roughly arranged the embankment, he was able to catch his breath.

But when the carriage drove to the gate of the governor's mansion, he turned the driver around again.

"Go to the place where refugees are resettled in the south of the city." He said without getting out of the car. "I gonna go see."

The coachman immediately whipped and urged the horse, and sent him all the way to the west gate.

After these few days of resettlement, the city has become much more orderly than the day of the disaster, and all businesses and streets are also open for business.

When passing a street, Jun Huailang's car curtains were blown up by the wind, which made him see a long queue in front of a shop on the corner of the street.

It's a rice shop.

Although the queue is long, there are very few people who can buy something.I saw some people leaving with mostly empty cloth bags in their hands, and some refugees in ragged clothes, who lined up for half a day, but left with empty backpacks on their backs.

Jun Huailang couldn't help frowning.

He remembered that the government was indeed doing this in the past few days, but to distribute the food to the people, it had to be counted and recorded in the register, and then distributed according to the number of refugees and the disaster situation.These things not only need to be registered by the government itself, but also need to be reported to the court.

According to the progress of the government, the food has been distributed to the people, and it has only been a few days.

Official considerations have always been based on the overall situation.In order to distribute money and food to the common people, it is necessary to consider the reasonable distribution and follow the court's process so as not to disrupt the order.

To do these tasks, the distribution of food is naturally slower, but within a few days, people will not starve to death, and the officials will naturally not take care of it. These days, what should the common people do.

Jun Huailang pursed his lips, and slowly lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Diagonally in front of the carriage, there was an old woman with a stooped figure, carrying an empty pannier, and two young children by her side.One of them was naughty, as if he saw something on the road, he ran straight to the middle of the road.

It was dark, and the coachman didn't realize that there was a child in the middle of the road until he got close, and he hurriedly grabbed the horse.

The carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a bang, and the startled horse neighed and raised its hooves, almost stepping on the child.

The coachman was in a cold sweat from fright, and said angrily: "Where are the parents of this child, why don't they take care of the child!"

The old woman was sweating and ran up to hold the child, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, my son hurt his leg and couldn't move. The old woman went out to buy rice, and she ran into the master without noticing it. Master forgive me..."

"All right."

The coachman was about to say something when Jun Huailang in the carriage stopped him.

The coachman quickly fell silent.

A cold white and slender hand raised the curtain of the car, Jun Huailang leaned slightly and asked, "Is the child hurt?"

The old woman hurriedly said: "No, no, thank you, master!"

Jun Huailang paused.

"What is the price of food in the city today?" he asked.

The old woman showed bitterness: "It has increased by nearly [-]%."

Jun Huailang lowered his eyes, opened the hidden compartment of the carriage, took out a purse full of silver, and handed it to the driver.

"Give it to her," he said.

The driver hurriedly obeyed.The old woman took the things carefully and realized what was in her hand: "This..."

Jun Huailang said: "Take it for emergencies first, let's buy rice for the children. In just these two days, the government will release the food. As long as you get through these two days, you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing the words, the old woman immediately shed tears of gratitude, knelt down to thank Jun Huailang while wiping her face, and pressed the child beside her to kowtow to Jun Huailang.

The cloud on Jun Huailang's face could not be dispelled.

He saved one person, but he couldn't save everyone.I gave money to the old woman in front of me, but I don't know how many people are still starving.

"...Let's go." A moment later, Jun Huailang put down the curtain and said calmly.

At this moment, there was a sparkling sound from behind the carriage, as if a motorcade had arrived.

Jun Huailang was about to urge the coachman to make way when he heard the motorcade behind him stop.

Immediately afterwards, someone got out of the car and trotted all the way to Jun Huailang's car.

"His Royal Highness!"

It is the eunuch's unique sharp voice, which is like a treasure when you hear it.

Jun Huailang opened the curtain of the car, and through the window, he saw Jin Bao talking to the old woman at a glance.

He held his head high and his chest high, and his voice was quite loud, as if he was specifically asking for credit.

"Don't buy food, go home quickly, the food will be delivered right away," he said. "My lord bought several carts of food out of his own pocket, and delivered it to you personally!"

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Jun Huailang, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

"What a coincidence, Your Royal Highness, shall we go together?"

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It was completely dark, and smoke was rising from the refugee camp in the south of the city, and the smell of food gradually rose.

Jin Yiwei's actions have always been swift. There are tens of thousands of refugees in the south of the city, but they distributed all the food they brought before dark.

Jun Huailang sat on the edge of the camp, looking at the smoke and lights in the camp.

At this moment, a figure stepped out from the light.

He was tall and straight, wearing a black gold brocade robe with dark patterns and wide sleeves, and when he came from afar, he knew it was Xue Yan.

Jun Huailang looked up at him, saw him walking step by step, lifted his robe, and sat down beside him.

"Have they all been sent?" Jun Huailang asked.

Xue Yan nodded.

Jun Huailang sighed.

"Although there is a lot of food and grass, it is only enough for one meal, right?" he asked.

There are tens of thousands of refugees in the south of the city, all with their families, and most of them are the elderly, weak, women, children and the wounded.Those few carts of food and grass are placed in front of such a huge number of refugees, but they are just a drop in the bucket.

"The day after tomorrow at the latest, the government's food and grass will be dispatched," Xue Yan said.

He paused, then continued: "But it's still not enough. Jinling's treasury can't compare with Chang'an, and there is also a fixed amount of money and food left in the treasury every year. The money and food sent out will be managed for ten days at most, and they will run out again."

As Jun Huailang listened, his expression gradually sank.

"Not so," he said. "It will take at least [-] to [-] days to repair this embankment, not to mention that the north of the city will need to be repaired to allow them to resettle. People will starve to death just relying on the government's food."

Xue Yan hummed: "Your father has already played, and Chang'an will distribute money, food and grass within half a month."

Jun Huailang nodded.

But immediately afterwards, he said thoughtfully: "However, every time the capital distributes food and money to the localities, and passes through various government checkpoints, they will be exploited layer by layer. Will it be the same this time?"

Xue Yan nodded firmly: "Yes."

Not only will they be exploited layer by layer, but the materials will be detained as soon as they leave Chang'an and are transported eastward to the starting point of the canal in Shandong.

Because the magistrate of Shandong had already been replaced by Xu's own people.

To change people at this juncture, and even change an insignificant official who just joined their command, it must be a risky move at the expense of that person.

As long as the magistrate finds a reason to withhold the grain, the crisis in the south of the Yangtze River will become more serious.He kept more than half of it, and transported the rest to Jinling. Guo Rongwen handed it over and registered it in the warehouse according to the original quantity. Then, all the people who handled the supplies along the way were members of the Xu family.

And the money and food that was withheld evaporated in the process.

At that time, there will not be enough food and grass in Jinling to provide disaster relief, so the vacancy will be the crime of Yongning Gong and Shen Zhifu.

What the Xu family has to do now is to arrange the officials who will deliver the supplies as their own people, and that's enough.

Hearing this, Jun Huailang looked a little nervous.

"Then what to do?" he asked.

The money and rations were distributed according to the emperor's will, but they didn't have enough time to report back and investigate thoroughly.When the disaster relief is not timely, only officials in Jiangnan will suffer from this dark loss.

He looked at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan was also looking down at him.

The surroundings were dim, and the lights in the camp not far away were warm, shining in his light amber eyes.

Xue Yan smiled lightly.

"No need to do anything."

He raised his hand, pressed the back of Jun Huailang's neck, put his head on his shoulder, and let him lean on it.

He can clearly see the dark blue in Jun Huailang's eyes.

The young master from Chang'an, since he was a child, was well-clothed and well-fed, and he didn't know how to do any heavy work, not to mention living in the sun and rain like these days.

This is not what he deserves.

Jun Huailang struggled a few times, but was suppressed by Xue Yan.He was already tired, and he didn't have much energy at this time, so he couldn't struggle, so he simply let Xue Yan go.

Those shoulders were hard and strong, exuding a gloomy sandalwood scent, but within a few breaths, Jun Huailang gradually felt drowsy.

Eyelids also began to sink.

It's interesting to say that the person next to him is obviously full of hostility and killing people like hemp, but when he is by his side, he feels the most at ease.

It was a reassurance that was hard to deny, and impossible to deny at all.

"...doing nothing, isn't it just sitting and waiting for death?" He sighed, and his eyelashes drooped involuntarily.

The cooking smoke and lights in front of him scattered into a large blurred warm yellow halo.

Xue Yan smiled lightly.

"You don't need to do it. After the imperial decree is issued, I will take people there and bring the food back." He said. "I will send back as much as I have transferred out of the treasury, and a grain of rice is indispensable."

Jun Huailang couldn't help laughing softly.

"I trust you," he said.

Xue Yan's lips could not help but curl up.He lowered his eyes to look at Jun Huailang, there was tenderness and warmth in his eyes that he didn't realize.

After a while, he remembered something again, paused, and voluntarily admitted: "These I brought today were bought from Guo Rongwen."

When Jun Huailang heard this, he raised his head in surprise: "Huh?"

Seeing Xue Yan nodded: "Yes. Let him count the treasury, and he will smuggle out the grain and sell it all."

Jun Huailang's drowsiness was overwhelmed.

"Then, where did the money go?" He asked, "Could it be sent to the capital again? If that's the case, we must let him catch him when the money is still in his hands. Otherwise, he will be empty-handed by then. Dead without proof again."

Xue Yan laughed softly.

"The money is indeed out of his hands," he said. "However, it's not dead without evidence."

Jun Huailang was puzzled: "Where did it go?"

Xue Yan met his gaze, and saw Jun Huailang looking at him nervously and seriously.

He laughed out loud, raised his hand and gently patted his cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'll take you somewhere in two days," he said. "You will know when you go."