Looking to Chang'an from the North

Under the lamplight, the man's lips were as attractive as flames, Xia Yizheng bent down as if in a daze, but stopped less than half an inch away from that place.

No, he can't take advantage of others like this.

But in the bottom of my heart, it was as if a beast was locked up, and I couldn't hold it back. Finally, I reached out and licked the lips lightly.The man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be hurt and let out a soft "huh."

Xia Yizheng was so frightened that he hurriedly let go, and laughed at himself when he saw that he was still awake.

Promising, even dare not kiss, how can I be so timid.

After watching for a long time without saying a word, he finally felt itchy and kissed the man's forehead before lying down beside him.

At dawn the next day, Lin Chuhuai only felt a splitting headache. Looking at the person beside him who was still sleeping soundly, some fragmentary fragments came to mind.

He vaguely remembered that he leaned on this person's shoulder and said something to him, but he had no memory of what he said.

It's true that drinking was a mistake. Lin Chuhuai sat on the bed and relaxed for a while, and the feeling of hangover finally subsided a little.

He will definitely not touch this wine again, and if there is a next time, he does not know what unpredictable things will happen.

If Xia Yizheng knew about his mental journey, he would swear to God that nothing bad would happen even if there was a next time.

Of course, some things that are not good in Lin Chuhuai's eyes are not necessarily so in his eyes.

After Xia Yizheng woke up, Lin Chuhuai's attitude remained the same as usual, as if nothing happened last night.

The two simply had breakfast, but they were relatively silent. Although no one mentioned it, the atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

He Jingzhi and Jiang Han went to the surrounding villages to deliver food and investigate the current situation of the victims. Although it was not understood, they did not miss a day.

In their view, being an official has never been about salary and official prestige, or even being understood and supported by the people.They are all relying on the lonely courage of thousands of people, and a clear conscience is enough.

The officials in the city were not there, so the work of distributing food and comforting the people in the city was naturally left to Xia Yizheng and his wife.

The granary in Qingzhou was originally divided into two places, one was built in the north of the city near the moat for fire prevention.One was built on the outskirts of the city for daily use.

The granary in the north of the city had been opened at the beginning of the disaster to release grain for the relief of the people, but now it is empty, and they can only go to the outskirts of the city to get food.

On the outskirts of the city, in that remote place away from human habitation, if you want to avoid delays, you still have to ride a horse.

Riding with Xia Yizheng again, for some reason, Lin Chuhuai's heart no longer had the original awkwardness, but instead had some inexplicable feelings.

Perhaps because of the urgency of the situation, the people behind him were very well behaved along the way, neither posted nor said anything that made him feel at a loss.

But what he didn't know was that this person was already itchy.

The person in my arms is my sweetheart, and the fragrance of his body lingers in the nostrils so heartbreakingly. When I lower my head, I can see his slender and fair neck. Xia Yizheng swallowed hard, and hurriedly stopped Open your eyes and look forward.

I can't watch it anymore, it's time for something to happen.

The fragrance on Lin Chuhuai's body is actually not obvious. He has always disliked the blazing and flamboyant bright fragrance, but prefers the quiet and elegant dark fragrance.Agarwood is used in lavender since childhood.Agarwood has always been sweet with coolness, and there is a hint of milk in the floral and fruity fragrance. When I first smell it, I don't feel anything, but the fragrance is "moisturizing and silent", and it penetrates the heart little by little.

No, it's intoxicating.

Lin Chuhuai didn't think there was anything wrong with this journey, but Xia Yizheng, who wanted to be Liu Xiahui with a beauty in her arms, seemed much more difficult.

After finally reaching the granary in the outskirts of the city, Xia Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the breath sprayed behind the ears of the person in front of him, causing the person who was about to get off the horse to freeze in place.

Unexpectedly, the culprit hadn't noticed yet, and after getting off the horse first, he still didn't forget to reach out his hand to catch the man off the horse.

Lin Chuhuai ignored his outstretched hand, carefully dismounted from the horse and headed for the granary, regardless of whether the person behind him followed.

The scale of the granary on the outskirts of the city is very large, and it is not difficult to imagine the scene of the surplus cars and Jiasui in the past.

Jiangsu and Zhejiang are well-versed in the world, and this has never been a lie.The grain output in the south of the Yangtze River has always been known for its high yield and excellent quality.But this also means that once the harvest in the south of the Yangtze River is difficult to guarantee, it will cause incalculable consequences.

He Jingzhi, the granary, sent nearly half of the troops in the city to guard it. It wasn't to guard against anyone, but it's always good to be prepared.

Lin Chuhuai handed over the badge given by He Jingzhi and was questioned a lot before he was able to enter.

The surplus grain in the granary is sealed with Weng jars, which are neatly placed row by row in the corner of the granary, occupying only a small corner at first glance.

Compared with this big granary, it seems like a drop in the ocean.

"How much grain is there in this granary now?"

Looking at this scene, Lin Chuhuai felt that He Jingzhi's half a month at most was an exaggerated ideal situation.It's been five days since the last time, I don't know how long I can last.

The manager of the granary took the books, calculated carefully, and replied, "There are about [-] shi left, roughly estimated to be enough for the people in the city for about eight days."

"Not enough, even [-] shi of food can't last for five days." Xia Yizheng replied without thinking.

Lin Chuhuai looked at him with some doubts. Even though he was proficient in arithmetic, he was not so fast. This man almost blurted out his words.

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Xia Yizheng explained, "The number of lieutenant officers and soldiers in our army is also 30, which is equivalent to the number of people in the city. The amount of food is not as good as that of the soldiers, so if you calculate half of it per day, you will need at least [-] shi."

Is it difficult to maintain it for five days?

Lin Chuhuai was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously looked at Xia Yizheng.

I don't know when, did I trust him so much?After recovering, Lin Chuhuai was a little startled.

"First take three thousand stones and cook them into porridge. Let's do this today. Maybe tomorrow the court will have food."

Three thousand shi, a little more than one catty per person, including women, children and the elderly have smaller appetites, and they can barely be half full.

"Let's do this first." In terms of experience, Lin Chuhuai thought he was not as good as this person.

According to Xia Yizheng's instructions, the person in charge of the granary picked up the grain and loaded it into a truck to transport it to the city. It was almost noon when the grain arrived at the place where it was distributed.

The food grab that Lin Chuhuai had expected didn't even cause commotion among the crowd. The people in the city lined up to get food in a peaceful manner, and there was almost no need to maintain order.

Presumably, the psychological shadow left by the previous turmoil was too deep.Lin Chuhuai was pleased with the scene in front of him and deeply sympathized with the suffering of the victims.

Today's porridge is a bit too thin.

Not far away, there was some noise from people, and it seemed that they were coming from this porridge shed.Xia Yizheng's first reaction was to stand up and block his Changyun behind him.

Looking at the person who suddenly stood in front of him, Lin Chuhuai was slightly startled, and retreated from behind the person to his side.

The people who came did not look like they were here to make trouble. A group of muscular men surrounded an old woman who was walking tremblingly.

This old woman is the ancestor of a well-known family in the city, quite famous in this area of ​​Qingzhou, nearly half of the existing grain in the granary was donated by this family.

It's just that I don't know why this old lady who seldom goes out of the house came here.

Out of respect for the elders, Lin Chuhuai personally moved the chairs and asked the elders to sit down.

The old man nodded to Lin Chuhuai after sitting down with the support of the younger generation in the clan.

"My husband's family name is Yan. I'm here uninvited today, so I'm disturbing your lord." The wife of the Yan family kept her posture very low, and she didn't look like an elder bullying others.

Although everyone had never met Lin Chuhuai before, they knew from his demeanor that he was capable of making decisions.

"Madam Yan is serious."

"The old man came here this time just to ask for advice from the Lord on behalf of the people in the city. Everyone in Qingzhou City knows that Governor Jiang and Lord He are good officials who are dedicated to the people. We are not ignorant of good and bad. Qingzhou is not Needs have been relieved, new crops have been sown, and they only need a maximum of March's crops to be self-sufficient until autumn."

The supply of grain in March is a precedent that has never been opened by the imperial court. In the past, the disasters in the south of the Yangtze River were only short-term food shortages, and agricultural production had never been cut off, so it was only an emergency.

"Mrs. Yan, I can't make any promises on this matter for the time being. I still need to write to His Majesty about the allocation of grain. The previous document on the increase of grain and grass has arrived in Beijing, and there will be a reply in the near future."

Lin Chuhuai could not blindly make cakes for the common people, even if the previous request was granted by the court, it would only be enough for a month.

Mrs. Yan pondered for a moment, "Okay, how about giving your lord another two days. It's not that I want to be aggressive, but I know how much food is left in the city. If I can't give everyone a reassurance, I'm afraid..."

She didn't say the rest, but Lin Chuhuai knew it clearly.

"Yes." Judging from the current situation, he can only agree temporarily. Even if the court only has one month's food, the crisis can be alleviated, and the rest will be discussed with His Majesty in detail.

With that being said, everyone didn't embarrass him too much, they all took today's rations and went back.

Two days, hoping to give a satisfactory answer to the people.

Lin Chuhuai looked at the porridge in the cauldron without many rice grains, and felt a little depressed.The slender eyelashes drooped slightly to cover the emotions in the eyes, the fingers tightened unconsciously, and the fingertips sank deeply into the flesh but did not feel any pain, the person was already in a trance.

It was only when Xia Yizheng carefully raised his slender and white hand with well-defined knuckles to his eyes that he realized it.

"What to do, pinch yourself like this."

Lin Chuhuai's hands are a pair of typical literati's hands, but they are different from those of poor students. Although his words are not considered pampered, he has not done any heavy work. The hands are so clean and beautiful that even a little pinch marks are very obvious, which makes Xia Yizheng feel distressed from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his hand to eye level, rubbed it carefully twice and blew twice, which made Lin Chuhuai feel a little itchy.

The author has something to say: In fact, Chang Yun belongs to the kind of young and mature person, in fact, he is still a bit squeamish in essence, not really old-fashioned.

I really want to write sweet love.Manually speed up the plot line, trying to sweeten the two of them as soon as possible, not only Lao Xia is hot.