At this time, the government also sent people.
However, most of them were soldiers from the government offices.
The county magistrate limped over and bowed deeply to Jiang Chuwei, his voice hoarse: "Thank you, Madam, for your righteous assistance."
Jiang Chuwei avoided it.
The magistrate himself was also injured, and it was clear that he had not received any medical treatment.
The people need the government now, and it is only right that the county magistrate, as the local official in charge, should be fighting on the front lines.
However, doing things while ill is a last resort.
Jiang Chuwei said, "Please sit down, sir, and allow me to examine you."
The magistrate was stunned for a moment, and then felt a piercing pain.
He gave a wry smile.
The first person to show him concern was a stranger, a woman.
He was reprimanded by his superiors for his ineffective disaster relief efforts.
Without any grain or funds allocated from above, how could he possibly provide relief?
The imperial court is moving so slowly; the grain that should have been transferred from the neighboring counties would have arrived long ago.
Nanzhou was almost completely destroyed.
If everything relies on private donations, what is the point of having a government?
What good does it do for the magistrate to get anxious and upset?
He had been busy all day and hadn't even had a sip of water.
Now that Jiang Chuwei had said that, he felt the excruciating pain in his legs.
Even a county magistrate, a local official, felt so wronged that he wanted to shed tears.
Jiang Chuwei carefully checked him and finally fixed it in place.
After giving some instructions, the county magistrate bowed and thanked him. He simply smiled and ignored Jiang Chuwei's reminder to get some rest.
As for whether he will be left with a disability, at least he is still alive, which is much luckier than those who lost their lives under the rubble.
He just wanted to settle more people.
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