Chapter 819: In Cao's Camp, but Heart in Han

Xinbao was very diligent when working. He put out all the things. Emperor Mingpeidi inspected with his hands behind his back, and Xinbao also put his hands behind his back and followed him closely, like a little tail.

When he stopped, she stopped too; when he walked, she walked too; when he looked, she looked too.

Like a little adult, he frowned and looked worried, and seemed to be much more concerned than him.

Because the scene was noisy, Ming Peidi didn't pay any attention at first. As a result, Hao Huashi tried to hold back his laughter so hard that his face turned red, and he winked at him.

Emperor Mingpeidi listened calmly, and heard her mumbling: "Time is tight, the task is heavy, what should my wife do!"

"There's cotton and charcoal, my wife can't finish it!"

Emperor Ming Pei: "...???"

What kind of strange talent is this, doing the same thing every day? Emperor Mingpei came to accompany Xinbao, so he didn't rush back and sat down on the side.

Yuan Shenjue and Yan Shisheng were born in the same year, only one month apart. They were both very young, and although they had completely different personalities, they were both mature beyond their years. When they first assumed power, they were still in command with confidence.

He Wangzhou is old, and he knows that this visit is just to help the young people fill in the gaps, so he does not stand out at all and is very low-key.

As for Cheng Fuju, his experience in disaster relief was far inferior to Liang Ruoxu, but he had already made contributions to the locust plague, and this time he went out with the priority of maintaining stability, so he was able to remain calm.

In general, this state is exactly what Emperor Mingpei wants.

In fact, if it wasn't so urgent this time, there would be no need to send so many people.

If you want to take advantage of the space, you have to be careful with your calculations. Things like Cheng Fuju and Yan Shisheng are somewhat repetitive.

Therefore, sometimes I still have to take Xinbao to participate in state affairs. Xinbao's perception of these things is still a little... unstable.

For example, there is only a one-month difference between a blizzard and an earthquake, but there is a big difference in perception time, and both are perceived when they are discussing related matters.

This is inevitable. Xinbao is still a little kid. It is impossible for her to always take things like natural disasters and civilians, which are not very intuitive, to heart.

But to be honest, with the things grown in the space, he is much more relaxed.

If it weren't for these supplies falling from the sky, he would have to rob Peter to pay Paul, which would be many times more difficult, and it would be impossible to guarantee that the people in the three provinces would not starve to death... This is absolutely impossible.

It can't be done anyway.

So, for these, no matter how many detours you have to take or how much effort you have to put in, it's all worth it.

Emperor Mingpei drank tea and pondered.

Xinbao sat on his shoes, holding his chin with both hands, looking at his wife like a man staring at his wife.

It was almost noon when Yuan Shenjue and Yan Shisheng came back talking.

Yuan Shenjue bowed, squatted down and hugged Xinbao, coaxing her softly: "Xinbao, go back. I will leave in the afternoon. I will write to Xinbao as soon as I am free."

Xinbao's eyes were filled with tears, and she hugged his neck: "Even if I write a letter, Xinbao still misses you."

The two of them were entangled endlessly, and Yan Shisheng stood beside them and they had not finished their meal yet.

Yan Shisheng said speechlessly: "Then I'll leave? Xinbao, you don't have to hug your fourth brother anymore?"

Yuan Shenjue pulled the little arm down from his neck and moved away slightly. Yan Shisheng enthusiastically and proactively rushed forward, hugged his sister and rubbed her twice.

Yuan Shenjue slowly stood up and touched Xinbao's little head.

Xinbao looked up at him.

Yan Shisheng sighed: "This is my biological sister, right? Why does it feel like I'm in Cao's camp but my heart is with Han when I hold her in my arms?"

Even Emperor Mingpei almost spit out anger, so he knocked him down and said, "Okay, let's go."

Xinbao reluctantly let go of his hand, kissed his wife again, and then reluctantly followed Yeye into the carriage.

As soon as she got on the carriage, she rushed to the window to look, and only sat back down dejectedly when she could no longer see anything.

Emperor Mingpei comforted her: "Don't worry, I have given him the Imperial Sword, no one dares to bully your wife."

Xinbao sighed, his face wrinkled, "But there will definitely be people who don't believe him, don't listen to him, and his wife doesn't like to talk. What should he tell them then?"

"What a waste of time!" Emperor Mingpei said calmly, "Does he need to explain this to others in person? This is the business of the officials at all levels! Besides, compared to the migration of the Western Capital, he is staying in his ancestral home and farmland. He is just calling on people to build heated kangs and walls and exchange seeds. What's so difficult about this?"

Xinbao thought for a long time, turned around, and put his little chin on his knees: "Yeah, there was a foreigner who said something very confusing... He said that the only lesson mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn any lessons from history."

She raised her eyes, her dark grape eyes were innocent and clear, yet inexplicably deep and mysterious, "Humanity cannot learn any lessons from history. Even if there is a successful locust plague, even if there is an earthquake, there will still be many people who don't believe in these things."

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Emperor Mingpei could not help but ponder and think about these words carefully, and felt that there was quite a bit of Zen philosophy in them.

As for this person, the more he understands, the more he thinks. When he hears something, he will have more arguments and reasoning processes.

Just like him, if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it... It’s hard to distinguish between belief and blind obedience.

Emperor Mingpei patted her little head and said, "So what? As long as the officials I send have the ability to get things done... I don't care about the process."

Xinbao blinked his eyes and thought that what Yeye said was really domineering! !

She nodded vigorously: "Ye Ye is right! Ye Ye is invincible! Ye Ye is a true wise ruler of the prosperous times!!"

Emperor Mingpei said with a smile: "If there is no Xinbao, no matter how powerful Yeye is, he can't be a wise ruler in a prosperous era."

Xinbao expressed his feelings forcefully: "It's because Xinbao loves Yeye!"

Emperor Mingpei smiled and nodded.

Considering that Xiaotuanzi had just separated from his wife, I didn't ask her back.

Xinbao rubbed his knees back and forth for a few times, and then asked Yeye: "Why does Xinbao feel that there are so many disasters this year?"

Emperor Mingpei shook his head, "Not particularly many. Every year in the Great Yan world, different places suffer from different natural disasters... For example, Guanzhong has been suffering from drought for three years. But before the locust plague, did Xinbao know what their 'disaster' was?"

Xinbao was stunned.

At this time, the carriage also entered the palace gate. Emperor Mingpei took Xinbao's hand and got off the carriage. He walked and explained to her all the way, "Xinbao, Yeye tells you, if there was no Xinbao, what would happen to this snowstorm..."

He paused and said, "Snowstorms usually occur near the end of the year. No matter how big the snowstorm is, it will not be taken seriously at first... because it is already the twelfth lunar month."

As he spoke, he became a little angry: "I have repeatedly said that if there is an urgent official business, there is no need to consider the festival! Even if the seal is sealed, even if it is New Year's Eve, if there is a major event, you can still report it! I did not rely on good or bad luck to sit on the throne!! But no matter what I say, once the twelfth lunar month begins, the memorials submitted by these officials are all about peace and auspiciousness!!"

"As for this snowstorm, the most likely scenario is that at first, a bland memorial will be submitted, saying only that a heavy snowstorm has occurred, fearing that it is a bad omen, and the report will be very evasive. Because of the heavy snow, transportation is congested, and by the time the report reaches the capital, it may be close to being sealed. I will think that the snow should have stopped by now, so I will not send anyone there, but only order the local officials to submit the report in time. Once the seal is sealed, they will not submit the report, because no matter how cold it is, these people will not be frozen to death! When the seal is opened after the New Year, they will not submit the report because they are afraid of bringing bad luck just after the New Year. By the time I know about it, it may have been the 15th!!"

"After I learn about it, it will take at least half a month to dispatch manpower and food even if we rush there as fast as possible... then it will be too late. The handling after that will be simple. We will rescue the existing people, because a large number of people have frozen to death, and the local officials will be either killed or dismissed, and the land will be redistributed... this matter will be over."

(End of this chapter)