Zhuang Xun was still in a daze at this moment.
As the son of a county magistrate, he was intelligent when he was young, but unlike those young men who liked poetry and songs, Zhuang Xun's ambition since childhood was to serve the country and the people, and he was willing to make the greatest efforts for this ambition.
While others were attending the banquet, he was reading.
While others were reciting poems and composing essays, he was reading.
While others were playing backgammon, he was reading.
In short, it means setting a goal early on and being willing to give your best effort to it.
This allowed Zhuang Xun to pass the provincial examination at a young age, become a scholar, and his behavior and conduct were impeccable.
His biggest hobby is drinking osmanthus wine.
Because the alcohol content of rice wine nowadays is not high, even if you drink a pot of it, it will only be sweet and help you sleep, and it will not make you drunk.
So Zhuang Xun liked to come to this tavern. He was quite restrained and only poured himself a small drink each time and left after finishing it. Even his parents didn't know that their child had such a place to hang out.
Now, he was just like usual, feeling free in the afternoon, so he came here to order a pot of wine and read a book.
Unexpectedly, before he finished drinking, an earthquake occurred and the house collapsed, trapping him inside.
Fortunately, he drank some rice wine and ate some food before the accident. Although he was pressed all night, he is not exhausted now.
When he was dug out from under the rubble, Zhuang Xun was still vaguely conscious.
Being brought from the darkness into the sunlight, he subconsciously lowered his head and used his slightly messy hair to cover his eyes and face to prevent others from seeing his disheveled appearance.
But soon he felt someone holding his face.
As soon as he looked up, he met his father's eyes filled with tears.
Zhuang Xun opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Dad..."
County Magistrate Zhuang didn't care about anything else and could only make "eh eh" sounds.
Peng Lang, who was not far away, had no idea that this person was the county magistrate's child. What he did not expect was that when the county magistrate Zhuang's child was missing, he remained calm and followed him in the search for the child, and never mentioned looking for his own child first.
Although I know rationally that as the head of a county, this man is just doing his job.
But anyone can imagine the suffering involved.
As a parent, who doesn’t love their own children?
At this time, Zhuang Xun heard: "There are a few more people in there, Master Mo is also in there."
County Magistrate Zhuang was surprised when he heard this.
Master Mo is definitely a celebrity in Fenghe County, not only because of his first-class painting, but also because of his excellent knowledge. What is rare is that he teaches everyone. Although there are countless students who want to become his disciples, including many powerful people, Master Mo only accepts those who he likes, even if they are the children of peddlers and hawkers, as long as he likes them, he will accept them.
However, in recent years, as I have grown older, I rarely go out and no longer accept students.
I didn't expect that he would come to this remote tavern.
But the situation is urgent now, so I can’t care about much.
County Magistrate Zhuang hurriedly said, "Don't worry, the immortal has already mapped out the location. We will definitely find it. Don't worry too much."
Zhuang Xun didn't know about the visitor from Langyun, but since his father said he could find him, he didn't ask any more questions.
So he was carried forward a little, and suddenly he looked down.
Peng Lang looked at the blood on the man's clothes, but didn't see the wound directly, so he asked, "Does it hurt anywhere?"
Zhuang Xun shook his head slightly and said his second sentence after being rescued: "When you build a house in the future, you must make sure it is sturdy and cannot collapse easily. When I get home, I want to borrow your study to see if there are any wonderful methods used by the ancients."
Peng Lang: ...
Glancing at County Magistrate Zhuang and then at his son, Instructor Peng confirmed in his heart—
This pair is indeed father and son, and they both deeply interpret what it means to "stay on the front line even with minor injuries."
Peng Lang did not waste any more time here, nor did he call County Magistrate Zhuang, with whom he had just reunited. He just continued to move forward with the rest of the people.
At this time, they could already see the other national defense students who had previously separated from them from afar.
Because Fenghe County had just suffered a disaster, there were broken walls and ruins all around. Even if you walked around, you could still avoid the dust.
After this trip, everyone was covered in a layer of dirt, and from a distance, they all looked like little yellow men of similar color.
But immortals are always easy to identify.
It's the one wearing a helmet with a very conspicuous color.
Li Wei called over a few soldiers from Jiangyi County and asked in a low voice, "How's the situation over there?"
The soldier was probably extremely excited. He gestured with his hands and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. I just used that thing to sweep forward, and when it made a beeping sound, it knew it had found the person!"
And at this moment, a familiar voice came again.
Almost as if by reflex, the soldier rushed directly towards the source of the sound, and together with others helped to remove the scattered rubble and heavy objects and search for survivors underground.
Li Wei did not care about the man forgetting to salute. On the contrary, Captain Li felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Just by looking at their actions, I knew that they were probably doing the same thing as me, searching as they walked.
I guess a lot of people were found.
Everyone says that natural disasters are merciless, and many times when they really happen, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky, especially when it comes to earthquake disasters like this, you basically feel hopeless.
Now, it is time to find the light of hope in the darkness of despair.
Even though this was not Jiangyi County where he worked, and even though he was not familiar with these people, they were all Qi people after all. In addition, natural disasters were cruel. Now that he could see with his own eyes that they were able to survive, even a heart of stone would feel tears in his eyes.
Li Wei was even more grateful to the immortals who provided help with special instruments.
So he bowed deeply to Peng Lang and wanted to say something.
But Peng Lang waved his hand, stopping him immediately. "Let's talk about it later. And stop crying. We still have work to do."
Li Wei was stunned: "What else?"
Peng Lang reopened the map and took out his phone, looking at it as he spoke, "Although we should have covered the entire city by now according to the route planned above, it's clear that we haven't found all the buried people."
Li Wei subconsciously thought that it was the family of a missing person who came to cry and complain, so he looked around.
But nothing unusual was found.
He then asked doubtfully, "Immortal, are you sure there are no civilians who have been discovered?"
Peng Lang nodded, glanced at the mission details, and said directly, "Twenty-eight more."
At this time, another person was rescued over there.
Peng Lang corrected: "Now it's twenty-seven."
Li Wei was shocked.
If their ability to detect survivors can be attributed to the mystery of the magic weapon, then what do the numbers suddenly mentioned now mean?
It sounds like the number is both integer and decimal, and doesn't sound like a rough estimate at all.
What kind of magic is this that can be so precise?
If someone else said this, only a fool would believe it.
Even Li Wei, who has a built-in filter of 800 meters, now has some doubts.
But he didn't say it explicitly. He just straightened his expression and said to the others: "Go again and protect the immortal. The most urgent thing is to rescue people!"
"yes."
This time, in order to ensure the accuracy of the investigation, several national defense students did not disperse, but searched together.
The soldiers from Fenghe County and Jiangyi County followed behind, holding their breath, afraid of missing any beeping sound.
Fortunately, the search went smoothly.
Around noon, they finally found all the people.
With a ding sound indicating mission completion, Peng Lang finally put down the life detector, rubbed his slightly sore shoulders, and said softly, "Alright, go get the doctor and give them proper treatment."
But Li Wei opened his mouth but no words came out, only his eyes were wide open.
Peng Lang looked puzzled. "What's wrong with you? Do your eyes hurt?"
Li Wei shook his head after a long while and murmured softly, "Your humble servant... Your humble servant simply feels that your knowledge is too limited."
He had been on guard since the beginning, his eyes fixed on Langyun's people, counting the number of people rescued one by one in his mind.
As a result, twenty-seven more were found.
Not one more, not one less!
He really didn't know how to describe how touched he was, and wanted to try to say some words of praise.
Unfortunately, as a military commander, his vocabulary was really limited, so he just kept his mouth shut and told someone to quickly call a doctor.
Peng Lang returned to the tavern where he had previously produced osmanthus rice wine.
Sure enough, County Magistrate Zhuang was found there.
Beside him, there was already a doctor treating Zhuang Xun and another old man.
Zhuang Xun seemed to be exhausted, and with an injury on his leg, he fell into a deep sleep after being rescued. Even when he was disinfecting and bandaging his wound, he just frowned and did not open his eyes.
But on the other side, Mr. Mo woke up early.
Perhaps because he had been buried in the ruins for a whole night, his eyes were not used to the light, so the doctor folded a cloth and covered his face with it.
Mr. Mo lay there in a daze for a long time, until he felt a little cool, then he came to his senses and pulled the cloth off his eyes.
Then he saw someone expressionlessly trying to prick him with a needle...
Master Mo was startled: "What are you trying to do! I have no grudge against you..."
This doctor was one of the doctors who came down the mountain from Langyunli to study, and he was not surprised by Master Mo's reaction.
He said nothing and just gave the injection.
Steady, accurate and ruthless.
At the moment when Mr. Mo opened his mouth to scream, he stuffed the blindfold into his mouth, then put away the needle and said calmly: "I saved your life, no thanks."
After saying that, he picked up the medicine box and hurried to see other injured people.
At this moment, Master Mo's student Shi Mo hurried forward, helped his master up, and explained in a low voice what had just happened.
Mr. Mo finally saw the devastation all around him and his face was filled with horror.
The next second, his fingertips trembled, and his voice trembled: "Why did such a disaster befall Fenghe County?"
Before he finished speaking, Shi Mo whispered, "Master, the prefect has already sent everyone to rescue us, and Jiangyi County has also sent soldiers and doctors." As he spoke, he silently tugged at Master Mo's coat, "The man just now was the doctor from Jiangyi County."
Master Mo's voice faltered, but he soon sighed again, "If such a vicious earth dragon were to turn, who knows how many lives would be destroyed..."
Finally, Shi Mo said, "I heard from the immortals from Langyun that all the people still trapped in the county have been rescued and are just waiting for the doctor to treat them."
Mo Fuzi: ...???
After a moment of hesitation, he sat up with a jerk, grabbed Shi Mo and asked, "Lang Yun? Is that the Lang Yun who wrote 'A Hundred Poems After Drinking a Dou'?"
Shi Mo nodded: "Yes, that's where the Immortal Poet came from."
Master Mo hurriedly asked, "Where are they... I mean, the immortals from Langyun?"
As a result, the student raised his head, and Master Mo followed suit.
Perhaps it was because the sun was shining brightly at the moment, and the safety helmets that Peng Lang and the others brought were so shiny that they were actually quite dazzling when facing the sun.
It's like there is light shining from above the head.
This made Mr. Mo's eyes wide open.
But at this time, not many people noticed Mr. Mo's gaze.
Before County Magistrate Zhuang could recover from the joy of finding his son again, he had to take on the heavy burden again.
He gathered all the soldiers from Jiangyi County and ordered them to be on guard to avoid chaos after the disaster.
Doctors don't just need to treat the wounded.
Although they arrived in Langyun later than Zhou State, their learning ability was no worse.
In medical school, the first thing they learned was knowledge related to epidemic prevention.
The focus of epidemic prevention is "prevention", especially after a disaster. No matter how serious the disaster is, we must be extremely cautious. Any small omission may lead to a catastrophe.
Therefore, the doctors not only built medical tents in the county town, but also went to the surrounding counties to carry out their work.
After completing the rescue mission, Fenghe County quickly comforted the survivors, counted the losses caused by the disaster, reinforced existing houses, and properly resettled the injured.
At the same time, we are also on guard against possible riots.
As for the people of Langyun, they did not care how Fenghe County resettled its own people. After all, this was the county magistrate's responsibility and they did not need to worry about it.
What is more important now is to consider the various post-disaster reconstruction matters mentioned in the system tasks as early as possible.
Because the buildings in the yamen were built more solidly and with better materials than those in other places, they were not damaged much in the earthquake and could be habited soon after being reinforced.
So everyone in Langyun stayed in the yamen.
It was raining outside that day, so Chai Zixin did not go out. Instead, he concentrated on analyzing the charts carefully.
She is from the Department of Geophysics. Now the consensus in Langyun is that professional matters should be left to professionals.
Therefore, after arriving here, Chai Zixin did not participate in the rescue, but instead used the instruments he brought to detect earthquake waves as soon as possible.
Although it is difficult to predict earthquakes, the maximum aftershock can still be estimated through monitoring and calculation, providing a reference for various future planning and designs.
Just when the new data statistics were about to be analyzed, someone pushed the door open.
Chai Zixin raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and asked the newcomer, "Where have you been?"
Peng Lang replied while taking off his raincoat: "Let's find a place to record the video and make a video at the same time."
Chai Zixin was stunned: "Video? Who are you video chatting with?"
At this time, a voice came from Peng Lang's phone: "Junior, it's me."
Chai Zixin leaned over and saw Shao Zhu shooting his face from a death perspective on the screen.
This surprised Chai Zixin: "What good thing has the system secretly developed again?"
Shao Zhu explained from the other side, "The mission over in Zhou State is progressing smoothly. The system was upgraded a couple of days ago, and the video function is new. It hasn't been named yet. I just used it to go out and take a look around with Peng Lang."
Chai Zixin was curious: "So what did you see?"
Shao Zhu flipped through his notes and said, "Judging from the way bricks are used here, it's still at a relatively early stage. Ordinary houses won't be strong enough."
Chai Zixin nodded and said, "We can't guarantee there won't be aftershocks here in the future. They won't be as powerful as before, but both buildings and roads still need to be earthquake-resistant."
Shao Zhu: "In that case, if we don't want this entire county to become a refugee population, then when we rebuild the houses we have to redesign them and use different materials."
Peng Lang poked his head in: "What are you going to do?"
Shao Zhu: "We are still discussing the details with the teachers. We will make plans after we have the blueprint. We still need to keep in touch during this period."
Chai Zixin nodded in agreement, and Peng Lang asked, "So, are we considered remote working now?"
Shao Zhu casually replied, "It should be considered."
Peng Lang: "Then this new feature has a name. Let's call it 'Ding Ding' from now on."
Shao Zhu: ...
Suddenly I felt a chill on my back.
At this moment, County Magistrate Zhuang returned to the yamen.
He was covered in steam and smelled of burning incense. He held Buddhist beads in his left hand and a gourd in his right hand.
Although it is not surprising that the ancients were superstitious, this mixed style makes it difficult to tell what this person actually believed in.
I always feel that he is a bit comprehensive...
As soon as County Magistrate Zhuang entered, he bowed to the two of them and said, "I'm sorry to disturb the immortal's meditation."
Peng Lang waved his hand: "It's okay, just tell me if you have something to say."
County Magistrate Zhuang sighed softly, then walked over to sit across from the two men and asked Ding Qi to guard the gate outside. Then he said, "The injured in the county have all been treated, and the soldiers are maintaining order. However, we don't know when this heavy rain will stop."
While talking, his hands kept moving, turning the Buddhist beads and the gourd at the same time, without delaying either.
Peng Lang took a quick look and felt that County Magistrate Zhuang must have a well-balanced brain.
But he didn't know how to predict the weather, so he didn't say anything.
Chai Zixin, preoccupied with his half-finished data, said nonchalantly, "Heavy rain is more likely to occur after an earthquake. This is because the shock wave not only shakes the ground but also disturbs the air, causing condensation nuclei in the air to collide with water vapor, combine, and eventually fall as rain."
After she finished speaking, she realized that she was actually imparting scientific knowledge to the ancients.
She couldn't help but look up, and sure enough, she saw Peng Lang's confused face.
And County Magistrate Zhuang nodded very seriously.
It looked like he had an epiphany.
This made Chai Zixin look puzzled. He thought, could it be that his teaching talent was ignited, and that he had successfully transformed this person from a superstitious life of "believing in everything" to someone who was closer to science with just one popular science lesson?
At this time, Zhuang Xun finally caught up.
Then, he heard his father sigh, "So, this widespread rain has a reason. I originally thought it was God's pity for the disaster in Fenghe County, so he sent rain in sorrow. Now, I think I was too narrow-minded." He paused, "Rain after an earthquake is normal. I was unwise to connect it with those gods and ghosts before."
After hearing this, Peng Lang looked over first with surprise in his eyes.
It was obvious that County Magistrate Zhuang wanted to make sparks from the beads in his hand just now. In addition, Ding Qi said that this person always worships everything he sees, so Peng Lang thought that County Magistrate Zhuang was the most superstitious one. He didn't expect that he could say such words now.
Thinking about the scientific explanation of rain he had just given to County Magistrate Zhuang, Peng Lang couldn't help but think that this County Magistrate must really be getting closer to science.
Chai Zixin smiled, feeling quite relieved, and said softly, "As long as you are willing to believe in us, you will get closer and closer to the truth."
Just then, County Magistrate Zhuang continued, "If the immortal says it will rain, then it will definitely rain. Langyun can even control thunder and lightning, so his predictions about rain are certainly correct." He paused, then said firmly, "In short, what the immortal said is correct!"
Peng Lang: ...
Chai Zixin: ...
So this is shifting the object of superstition.
Although the final result was to gain the trust of the Zhuang County Magistrate, why does it feel that the process in between was not what I expected? ? ?
Soon, the Zhuang County Magistrate spoke again, "But after the heavy rain stops, I'm afraid there will still be a lot of things to do. Some people will probably want to leave out of fear. And after a natural disaster like this, if we don't properly appease them, people will inevitably cause trouble. But rest assured, immortals, I will definitely protect this place to prevent anyone from disturbing the peace."
Peng Lang asked, "How are you going to provide disaster relief?"
Zhuang Jun Shou said seriously: "Just follow the usual procedures of Qi State."
Peng Lang: "Tell me about it."
Zhuang County Magistrate: "First, pardon the criminals, then reduce taxes, appease the people, pray to the gods for protection, and then open the granaries to release grain to provide relief to the victims."
As soon as these words came out, Peng Lang subconsciously said, "How can we release criminals when disaster strikes?"
County Magistrate Zhuang was taken aback by the question, but a voice from his phone answered first, "When a natural disaster strikes, sins will be forgiven and mercy will be granted. This serves the same purpose as praying to the gods later: to accumulate merit and virtue." The voice paused, "Of course, the essence is similar. They're both useless."
Peng Lang nodded subconsciously.
Since he had been to Dechang County of Zhou State before, he knew something about the situation there.
Dechang County also suffered a disaster, first a flood, then an epidemic, and even faced famine, but from the county magistrate to the people, there was not much chaos, and the orders issued were mostly effective.
The reason is not difficult to guess. It is because the Zhou State itself is a place full of disasters. The geographical conditions determine that natural disasters often occur. The barbarians next door come from time to time to help them hone their fighting skills, so the people of Zhou have become accustomed to it.
The State of Qi was different.
They have always had good weather and rarely suffered disasters, so naturally they are not mentally prepared for such things.
When a disaster strikes suddenly, there is naturally no way to react in time.
At this time, I heard the voice on the phone continue: "There is a sequence for disaster relief. I think they need to make up for this lesson."
Peng Lang then looked down at his phone and discovered that it was no longer Shao Zhu who was on the phone, but someone else.
Judging from her age, she should be a female teacher. She is adjusting the camera angle with a gentle smile.
Finally, it became normal from the perspective of death.
Although Peng Lang is a student at Langyun University, the school is so big that he can't know everyone.
So now he looked puzzled: "Teacher, you are..."
However, the other party did not introduce himself. Instead, he smiled and said, "I have something to say to County Magistrate Zhuang."
Peng Lang immediately turned his phone around so that the screen was facing County Magistrate Zhuang.
At this time, County Magistrate Zhuang was already a little dazed.
Even though there were legends about the Langyun Fairyland before, mentioning that there would be "photos" that could completely reproduce images, and "boxes" that allowed pictures to move freely, hearing about it is one thing, and actually seeing it is another.
Moreover, the "person" in the box was still talking and greeting him...
Oh my god!
County Magistrate Zhuang leaned back subconsciously, but was pulled back by Peng Lang to prevent him from falling.
This pull also brought the county magistrate back to his senses.
He tried hard to calm himself, repeating to himself that he must not lose his composure, especially not in front of an immortal. After mentally preparing himself, he said, "Excuse me... Fairy, what can I do for you?"
The female teacher opposite smiled and said softly, "Excuse me, County Magistrate, have you ever heard of 'work-for-relief' before?"
After hearing this, County Magistrate Zhuang shook his head in confusion.
The female teacher said slowly, "It's okay. Our lesson today is about the important role of work-for-relief in post-disaster reconstruction."
As soon as these words were spoken, County Magistrate Zhuang extracted the core content.
Post-disaster reconstruction.
reconstruction!
If it can be rebuilt, it will not only eliminate the disaster for the victims, but also allow Fenghe County to return to normal.
He immediately straightened his expression, knelt down, and said seriously, "Fairy, please enlighten me."
Afterwards, they started one-on-one course training.
Peng Lang did not keep holding his phone. He found a place to put it down and then sat next to Chai Zixin.
Then I heard Chai Zixin say: "Actually, there is one thing you said that is quite right."
Peng Lang: "What?"
Chai Zixin: "This new feature might really be 'ding ding'."
Peng Lang: ...
It is well-founded and cannot be refuted.
As the heavy rain stopped, cleanup work began in Fenghe County.
But at the same time, many discussions also arose.
At this moment, some people gathered together and sighed.
Perhaps because the sigh was so loud, Shi Mo, who was passing by, stopped and looked at it curiously.
Someone then said to him, "It's Shi Jialang. I wonder how Master Mo is doing?"
Shi Mo replied in a gentle voice, "The master injured his leg and can't walk yet, but he's feeling much better now. The doctor said that he should be taken good care of from now on."
Someone immediately asked, "Is your leg injured? Is your hand okay?"
"Yes, Master Mo's calligraphy and painting are truly exceptional. He's old now, and if he gets hurt, it might not heal easily."
Shi Mo raised the scroll in his hand and said, "This is the painting my teacher completed these days."
The implication is that Master Mo is fine.
Everyone immediately shouted "Thank goodness", but there was no smile on their faces.
This made Shi Mo a little puzzled. "Now that the earthquake has stopped, the rain has stopped, and the injured who were rescued are recovering, what are you all still worried about?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted a lot of discussion from the crowd.
"The disaster is over now, but our lives are not necessarily getting any better."
"Yes, alas, if the house collapses, I won't even have a place to live in the future."
"The collapse is a minor matter. The key is that all the items in my shop are buried in it. If they fall and break into pieces, it will be a waste of half my life."
At this time, a middle-aged man with injuries on his body sat down on a rock, his voice choking with sobs: "In this situation, I'm afraid there are only two options before me: either become a disaster victim, or become a bandit."
Upon hearing this, someone immediately covered his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, what if others hear it?"
The middle-aged man immediately stopped talking, but from his expression one could tell that if he continued like this, he would really have to seek a way out in the green forest.
Shi Mo just frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
He was a scholar. Although his family was not wealthy, as a student of Master Mo, he was looked up to wherever he went and never had to worry about food and drink.
But the natural disaster almost forced everyone to the same level.
No matter whether you are a wealthy family, a businessman, or a peddler, the current situation is the same -
The house collapsed and everything was lost. When I opened my eyes today, I was worried about what I would eat tomorrow.
Perhaps the wealthy families who already have house deeds and land titles can still have some hope, hoping that Fenghe County will return to normal in a few years and they can continue to make money from land and real estate.
But many more people who have nothing but money and are trying to make a living in the county may not be able to survive until that day.
And everyone knows that after a major disaster, the next two things they will face are epidemics and chaos.
In fact, epidemic prevention measures have already been started. Every day, people wrapped in white clothes from head to toe come and sprinkle liquids they don’t know about everywhere. They all clearly say that they learned it from the fairyland.
People today may not believe in doctors, but they believe in Langyun.
But the disease can be prevented, but the human heart cannot.
There have been several thefts in the past two days alone.
Although the officers of Fenghe County were extremely efficient and basically caught the culprits, it still caused panic.
If we continue like this, will things get more and more chaotic?
I heard that the brick kilns have collapsed and the wells have collapsed, and they have no money, so where can they build houses?
And, no one knows what the future of Fenghe County will be like...
If you don't have a house or land here, it would be easier to make a living in another county.
Shi Mo could read their thoughts from their faces without even asking.
I'm afraid many people are now considering whether to go to other places to become disaster victims.
But if that happens, not only will other counties be worried, but Fenghe County's recovery will also be a distant prospect.
But Shi Mo didn't know how to solve the problem, so he looked down at the scroll, thinking that it would be better to send it later, and go back to ask his teacher if he had any good ideas to deal with it.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of a gong.
Usually when this kind of sound appears, it means that there is news to be announced in the government office.
The crowd who had just been complaining immediately stood up and walked towards the source of the sound.
And there, there were already police officers posting notices with paste.
Under normal circumstances, the people in the county would be busy with their own things and probably would not stop to visit immediately.
It’s different now. Everyone is eagerly looking forward to the arrangements in the county. Now that they see the news, they naturally rush forward.
Even in a country as emphasizing literature as Qi, there were still people who could not read.
Then someone looked at Shi Mo and said, "Shi Jialang, read it to us."
Shi Mo was a man of good conversation, so he didn't refuse. He simply walked to the front, held his head high, and said as he read the notice, "From today on, the county is recruiting craftsmen and providing them with three meals a day. Those who perform well will receive additional food..."
Before he finished reading, there were exclamations from all around.
Then there was a burst of discussion.
Not to mention how much the remuneration is, just providing three meals a day is enough to make people excited!
Nowadays, many people worry about having no food to eat. A few bowls of porridge every day are not enough to fill their stomachs.
If I could have food, not only could I survive, but if I saved enough, my wife, children and the elderly could also survive!
Someone immediately shouted, "What kind of craftsmen are you recruiting?"
Shi Mo also knew that this matter concerned everyone's future, so he immediately took a closer look and said, "Digging wells, building brick kilns, leveling roads... there are some more things to do later, but it doesn't mean you have to know all of them. It should be something that anyone with some strength can do."
In other words, the government will accept anyone who is willing to work hard.
This time, the crowd exploded.
Shi Mo also looked surprised.
He also knew Qi's disaster relief procedures, which required amnesty, praying to the gods, and releasing grain.
As for the collapse of your own house, you have to find a way out yourself. The court can at most reduce or exempt taxes, but it will not take care of anything else.
I have never seen such a gathering of all disaster victims to prepare together.
Needless to say, digging wells was a big problem. The earthquake collapsed the houses and few wells survived.
The brick kiln also needs to be rebuilt, and only after it is completed can we have the materials to build a house.
As for the remaining leveling of the road surface, cleaning of the roads, etc., they are all very important.
It also wrote later that in addition to those who did manual labor, there were also cooks and embroiderers, so that women also had something to do.
This is really not what ordinary people from Qi would do.
Shi Mo then quietly withdrew and walked towards the guard standing guard nearby. He smiled, bowed, and asked, "The method used by the county magistrate this time is truly powerful. Was it not suggested by one of his staff members?"
When the officer heard this, his brows furrowed. "How can you, a commoner, inquire about the county magistrate's affairs?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his arm being slapped hard.
Subconsciously, he wanted to turn around and curse, but when he looked at Ding Qi's face, all his words were taken back.
The officer immediately lowered his head and said, "Seventh Brother."
Ding Qi ignored him and just glared at him fiercely, which scared the young officer so much that he trembled and thought he had offended a big shot.
But Ding Qi knew that Shi Jialang was not a big shot, but Master Mo behind him could not be offended.
It's not just because he is knowledgeable, but also because Master Mo has many students all over the world, and it's possible that one of them will become successful. As their teacher, even the county magistrate has to respectfully call him "Master" when he sees him.
Ding Qi then looked at Shi Mo and said with a bow, "I apologize for the offense, my dear, please forgive me."
Shi Mo smiled and said, "It's his duty as well."
Ding Qi breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "I wonder why you came here, sir?"
Shi Mo handed over the scroll in his hand and said, "This was previously entrusted by the county magistrate to my teacher to paint. Because the teacher is recovering from an injury, and the studio collapsed, it took some time to clean up the painting materials, so it was delivered a little late."
Ding Qi immediately said, "The county magistrate is in the yamen. Please follow me, young man."
"Thank you."
Then Shi Mo followed him in.
This was not his first time to come to the county magistrate's office. Since County Magistrate Zhuang liked to worship gods and Buddhas, he often asked Master Mo for paintings, so the exchanges between the two sides were quite close.
The tasks of delivering messages and paintings were all done by Shi Mo, so he was naturally familiar with the county magistrate's office.
But after entering this time, I found some changes inside.
The blue bricks used in the yamen building were different from ordinary ones and were larger in size, so the collapse was not too severe, but many of the walls in the courtyard had already reached it, so it could be seen at a glance.
Shi Mo saw that near the main hall of the yamen, there was not a stone tablet or stone lion, but a shed with people in white clothes coming in and out, carrying various buckets with long thin tubes in their hands.
He had seen these people before. They were the doctors from Jiangyi County. They carried these things around the streets every day, saying that they could prevent the disease after being spread.
The curtain of the shed next to it was still open, and one could see from the outside that there were some injured people living inside. Apparently, they had been moved to a relatively safe yamen for centralized treatment.
Shi Mo counted them briefly and asked, "Are these the only injured people?"
Ding Qi replied: "These are just the doctors' instructions for not leaving for the time being, they still need to be observed.
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