"I am Xie Zonghuai, temporarily the head of the Xie family, the recorder of Yuzhou, and the chief steward. I am honored to meet you."

"I am ~."

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Xie Zonghuai and ten other heroic middle-aged men in their thirties and forties were responsible for a serious incident in Yuzhou. One of the two main officers died, and the other escaped. The assistant officers also suffered heavy losses. As the only remaining assistant officer, Xie Zonghuai was in a position to foresee good and bad fortune.

Xia Yuxian is a handsome young man in his twenties. He should have just taken over the position because the head of the Xia family met with misfortune.

However, there are more than 20 people here, and since he was the first one to come forward and talk to Wang Zheng, his methods must be no simple ones.

"You're welcome, Mr. Xia."

Wang Zheng drank his tea and fell into deep thought.

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The two sentences represent two positions. The group of people who originally wanted to eat meat suffered heavy losses this time. They want to hold someone accountable, want to make up for their losses, and want to take action against someone, so they turned to Wang Zheng for help.

Xie Zonghuai's initiative to give in eased the atmosphere. Most people smiled. Although a few people looked a little unwilling, they endured it and accepted the result.

Besides, Yuzhou is in a state of disrepair and the spring ploughing season is approaching, so I plan to send some people to help rebuild Yuzhou, which will also require me to be here."

Xie Zonghuai also praised: "The tea brewed by the steward is indeed extraordinary. It tastes slightly bitter at first, but has an infinite sweet aftertaste. It has the effect of warming the heart, quenching thirst and calming the mind."

"Does the chief steward have any good suggestions for the selection of the governor of Yuzhou?"

Wang Zheng put the bamboo spoon into the pot and said with a smile, "It's fine as long as you like it. Please feel free to do as you like."

Then break the bamboo into two halves and remove the nodes. Place a layer around the sides and on the roof and tie it up with bamboo strips. It will be a windproof and rainproof house. Twenty people can build a bamboo house of fifty to sixty square meters in half an hour.

It is very convenient to build a bamboo house in the Bashu area. Just cut two nanmu bamboos into two parts, and stand them on the ground with the front higher and the back lower. Then take some hard bamboo and tie them together with bamboo strips on the top, and a frame will be formed.

Everyone drank their tea in silence. After a while, someone suddenly said, "Zhang Zongheng is really ambitious. He actually did such a treasonous and cruel thing as burning the city."

Wang Zheng didn't care. He would turn over the money and grain anyway, and he was not an official, so he was not afraid of being held accountable. Would Wu Zetian and Li Zhi kill him for such a small matter? "If you have any requests, you can raise them now, and I can consider them."

At this time, disaster relief should be given top priority. If fighting breaks out again, there will be too many accidents. The first to suffer will be the victims who have no ability to protect themselves. This is not what Wang Zheng wants to see.

The house is a newly built bamboo house, about fifty to sixty square meters in size.

As the top aristocratic family in Yuzhou, the Zhang family left behind the best lands, minerals, and trade routes, any one of which would be enough for these people to live on.

Wang Zheng returned the greeting to Xia Yu first, then bowed to everyone and said, "Everyone, follow me into the house and we'll talk in detail."

Xia Yu nodded without comment, then asked, "How does the steward plan to report this matter to the court?"

Xie Zonghuai was the first to express his opinion, "Okay, let's do it according to the chief steward's wishes. I don't want any benefits. In addition, the Xie family will donate another 50,000 dan of grain for disaster relief."

Xia Yu first took a sip of tea and said to Wang Zheng with a smile, "Is the chief steward planning to move into Yuzhou?"

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I think Duke Zhao is a pretty good guy."

Everyone present, including Xia Yuxian and Xie Zonghuai, all changed their expressions after Wang Zheng mentioned Changsun Wuji.

There are more than 20 people in the field. In addition to these two factions, there are some people who are watching coldly. They are observing the situation. If one side has the upper hand, they will side with that side and get a share of the profits while protecting themselves.

Xie Zonghuai sighed and said, "Everyone has already fled. The Zhang family is completely finished. What's the point of talking about this? Let's think about disaster relief."

"I am just a farm manager. I am not familiar with the officials in the court, so I can't give you any good advice."

Others also said nice things, "It is indeed sweet."

But you have to gather the food from the victims. By the time of summer harvest, 300,000 dan of grain will be enough. You only need to contribute 200,000 dan.

After these two sentences, everyone fell silent again, drinking tea in small sips.

Everyone else immediately turned their eyes to Wang Zheng.

As for who gets to share the benefits and who gets to provide the food, you can discuss this among yourselves, but no more conflicts can break out. Disaster relief is the most important thing. Is that ok?"

But Wang Zheng didn't want to cause any more trouble at this time. After all, there were still more than 100,000 victims outside who had lost their houses and food and needed to solve their survival problems. Even if we excluded the people from the aristocratic families, there were still at least tens of thousands of victims.

Now Wang Zheng has a thousand archers and three thousand sickle-lance warriors. This force has an absolute advantage and can completely wipe out the entire Yuzhou, so Wang Zheng’s attitude at this time becomes crucial.

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If you want these people to settle down, you have to give them benefits. After thinking for a while, Wang Zheng said, "The Zhang family is finished. Except for the fortress and the surrounding land, you can divide the rest among yourselves.

"It's okay, just mention a name at random, we are just chatting here, it's nothing serious."

Xia Yu first took a sip of the tea, took a long breath and sighed: "Drinking a cup of hot tea made by the steward at this time really makes my whole body feel much more unblocked."

Although Zhang Zongheng ran away, those who had previously remained neutral, were friendly with him, and had marriage relations with him stayed. They thought that the loss would not be too great this time except for some real estate, and they wanted to escape punishment by providing disaster relief.

After Wang Zheng asked everyone to sit around the fire, he threw a handful of tea leaves into the boiling water and used a bamboo spoon to serve a bamboo cup of tea to each person.

"Just tell the truth."

A pot of water was boiling in the middle of the bamboo house, and some racks used as seats were built around it using bamboo poles.

Wang Zheng didn't have any special intentions, he just thought that it was a good thing for everyone that Changsun Wuji came to Yuzhou at this time. Changsun Wuji could avoid disaster, and Wu Zetian and Li Zhi would not have to be annoyed by looking at her.

Before Li Zhi made up his mind to get rid of him, Changsun Wuji had left the center of the vortex early, so that he could have had a good ending.

"You are joking, Chief Steward. How could a Duke of Zhao be appointed as the Governor of Yuzhou? A remote position is more appropriate."

"Hahaha."

Wang Zheng laughed and said, "Then just treat it as a joke."