Seeing that Zhang Wen's expression had softened a bit, Zhang Qingyun cautiously suggested, "How about we just deal with the Imperial Advisor directly?"
Zhang Wen glanced at Zhang Qingyun and said irritably, "You think I didn't try to assassinate them? Yesterday, while they were tired and relaxed after their journey, the secret guards I sent were killed."
Zhang Qingyun slumped in his chair and hurriedly asked, "Then what should we do now?"
"Stay put. If she invites you, find an excuse to decline. With your idiot brain, you'll easily fall into her trap."
Zhang Wen looked at him with disdain. If it weren't for the high salary this guy was offering, he would never have chosen this terrible teammate.
Zhang Qingyun didn't care at all; they were all in the same boat anyway. "Yes, yes, I'll tell my family to behave themselves for now, and they can leave when this is resolved."
"Just keep that in mind. I'm leaving now. I'll have someone contact you if anything comes up."
Zhang Qingyun nodded repeatedly and personally escorted the person to the door.
Zhang Wen returned to the city lord's mansion and summoned a servant, asking, "Has the Grand Preceptor returned?"
"He's back. He's been staying in the courtyard and has even hired a tutor."
Zhang Wen, "A schoolteacher?"
"yes."
Zhang Wen waved for the others to leave, but decided to investigate further.
Before even entering the courtyard, Zhang Wen heard the schoolteacher reciting the Three Character Classic with great enthusiasm. He wondered if he was trying to get some information from these teachers.
As Zhang Wen stepped into the courtyard, an old man, trembling, held a book and began to lecture three maids sitting on small chairs.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Preceptor lay on a chair covered with animal fur, holding a book in his hands, a faint smile on his aloof and stunning face.
"Your Excellency, Imperial Preceptor."
Mingyue looked at Zhang Wen, put down the book in her hand, and asked, "Why is Zhang Duwei here?"
Zhang Wen pointed at the schoolteacher in the courtyard with a puzzled look, "What's this?"
Mingyue smiled faintly, "It's not that the maidservant is stupid, just find someone to teach her a little."
"You are kind and generous."
In this place where people are starving and cold, it's such a waste of money to hire a tutor for the maids.
"Leaving that aside, what brings Zhang Duwei here?"
Zhang Wen bowed and said, "The lord asked us to compile the number of refugees yesterday. There are now more than 1,500 refugees stranded in the city."
Mingyue frowned slightly. "That's five hundred more than last week. Refugees keep pouring into the city. Aren't they being watched?"
“I would like to keep an eye on them, but these refugees always find a way in unless the city gates are closed.”
"In that case, close the city gates and reopen them once the number of people involved in the construction project is determined."
Zhang Wen frowned. "Isn't this inappropriate?"
"Oh? Tell me about it."
Zhang Wen: "While closing the city gates could alleviate the pressure on the refugees inside the city, what if suddenly closing the gates causes panic and triggers a riot?"
Mingyue didn't counter with a question. Her eyes were sharp as light as a ray of light as she asked with amusement, "Zhang Duwei, have you inspected the situation inside the city?"
Zhang Wen carefully chose his words and answered cautiously, "I've inspected it before..."
"You've inspected it?" Mingyue's smile vanished. She picked up a small booklet and coldly tossed it at Zhang Wen. "Do you know how many refugees have died in the city? What happened to these bodies? Some starved to death, others died of disease. If a plague breaks out, what will your punishment be?"
“Closing the city gates not only ensures the safety of the people inside the city, but also prevents the spread of disease. These refugees are not even getting enough to eat, so how are they supposed to afford medical treatment?”
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