Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 151 Daidi

Zhao Gao came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a daze with a grin on his face, fantasizing about his future achievements all the way.

And the master and disciple in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing looked at Fusu, and was so shocked that he almost lost control of his facial expression.

How come this child is like this now?

Well, that would be misleading.

Are you going to ask Shangqing Yao Jia for advice?

Yao Jia, who was leisurely enjoying the dancing of the dancers in his mansion, couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

Who is talking about someone?

"Teacher, how did you come up with that post-earthquake recovery plan?"

It was so comprehensive that Fusu couldn't help but admire his teacher's talent after reading it.

Zhang Yuanqing: What I want to say is that others have already summarized it. Do you believe it?

"Look more, think more."

"Earthquakes have long been recorded in historical books, and our ancestors also had experience in dealing with them, but it was not comprehensive. This is why we, the later generations, need to summarize our predecessors' experience and fill in the gaps."

After hearing this, Fusu nodded.

It seems that I haven’t read enough books.

Look at the teacher with admiration, and then look at the books on the teacher's bookshelf.

Since the teacher moved in, there have been more and more books in the study. He knew that in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the teacher had three study rooms alone, and the bookshelves in each study room were filled with books.

And most teachers have already seen it.

There are also some annotations made by the teacher on each book.

Fusu secretly decided in his heart that he would live with his teacher for the next few days until he finished reading the teacher's books.

The next day, when Ying Zheng was handling government affairs in Zhangtai Palace, he didn't see Fusu for a long time and asked, "Where is Fusu? Why didn't he come today?"

Zigao stopped writing and shook his head.

Shi Yi, standing aside, replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the eldest son sent someone to say this early this morning. He feels that he has not read enough, so he has been staying at the Prime Minister's residence to read for the past few days and cannot come to handle government affairs."

Ying Zheng:  …

"Did Fusu go to the Prime Minister's Mansion yesterday?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, yesterday the young master finished his government affairs and hurried to see the Right Prime Minister."

"It seems that this child has been hit by his teacher again."

"Don't worry about him."

After saying this, Ying Zheng began to handle government affairs again.

I just finished two books and then stopped writing.

"Go, call Ronglu and Qiang."

"promise."

Upon hearing this, Zi Gao looked up at his father in shock, and then continued to handle government affairs.

However, the speed has quietly increased a lot.

Not long after, Master Ronglu and Master Qiang rushed over from Daqin Academy.

"Meet my father."

"Get up."

At this time, in the main hall, two more desks had been added behind Zi Gao, and some memorials were placed on them.

"Your eldest brother will be studying at the Right Prime Minister's residence these days. These political affairs cannot be delayed. There are some people selected by me. You two should start to deal with them."

"If you don't understand something, you can ask Zi Gao."

These were all simple things. Ying Zheng felt that if his child couldn't even do these things, he would be useless.

After giving the instructions, he no longer paid attention to the two of them and lowered his head to deal with his own affairs.

Ronglu: What is father going to do?

Qiang: What are you going to do, brother?

Ronglu and Qiang: We can’t, we don’t want to, elder brother, come back soon!

However, no one heard the cries in the two people's hearts.

The two of them looked at each other, then sat down in their seats with their heads hung.

Looking at Brother Zigao who was writing furiously, the two of them were filled with admiration.

Being stared at by the two people behind him, Zigao's straight back stiffened for a moment.

I hope my brother won’t throw the problem to me. That won’t do.

I also want to go to Mr.'s place to read books.

Each of Mr. Li’s books has annotations, and I benefit a lot from reading them every time.

No, I need to be faster. I'll go after these are dealt with.

However, ideals are full and reality is skinny.

"Brother, how do you think we should deal with this?"

"Brother, I don't quite understand this question. Please give me some advice."

"Brother, Ronglu has a question,"

"Brother..."

Zigao felt dizzy from hearing them calling him "brother" all the time, but he still had to cheer himself up and teach them.

I can only keep comforting myself.

As long as I can teach my two younger brothers, I can be lazy.

See, isn’t that what the eldest brother is like?

Unlike the peaceful Xianyang City, Daidi was in ruins at this time.

When Zhao Ping, Chen Sheng, He Qi Ning Teng arrived with soldiers, Li Mu had already led his men to rescue the people.

At that moment, Zhao Ping and others quickly cooperated with Li Mu and searched for civilians in the ruins day and night.

The rescued people were arranged in temporary straw huts. Most of them were injured by the impact. The doctors urgently transferred from the surrounding areas were not enough. The arrival of Chang Xin and others greatly relieved the pressure on the doctors.

Many doctors, who had not rested for a long time, could no longer control themselves when they saw someone coming to replace them. Their eyes rolled back and they fell asleep.

Chang Xin and the others looked at the miserable state of the crowd, their eyes filled with tears, and their chests seemed to be blocked by something, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, they had no time to feel sad, as more than 200 people quickly joined the treatment team.

Fortunately, they had prepared some medicinal herbs when they arrived, which could be used as an emergency measure. Otherwise, they would be completely helpless at this point.

I just hope that the people arranged by the Marquis can deliver the herbs as soon as possible.

Busy times always pass quickly. During these five days, doctors and soldiers only had two hours of rest each day, and the rest of the time was spent saving lives.

Zhao Ping temporarily recruited a lot of migrant workers from the surrounding areas to build temporary shelters for the victims and help the doctors take care of the wounded.

"Brother, we are running low on herbs."

Haoxu pulled Changxuan out of the straw hut and spoke in a low voice.

Chang Xi was about to scold but swallowed the words back.

"Here, no caravan has arrived yet?"

Haoxu shook his head.

"If there are no herbs tomorrow, I'm afraid many people will be without medicine."

Haoxu sighed and said helplessly and heartbrokenly.

"Why don't you take people to the nearby mountains to find some herbs?"

Chang shook his head.

With so many injured people, where could they get so many herbs to collect? Moreover, some of the herbs need to be processed, which is not feasible.

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go ask."

Having said that, Chang left.

Haoxu turned around and walked into the straw hut again.

"Tingwei, Tingwei."

Zhao Ping heard someone calling him, stopped, turned around and saw that it was Doctor Chang Xing.

"Doctor."

"Tingwei, when will the herbs be delivered?"

Zhao Ping was stunned. "But there aren't enough herbs?"

Chang nodded: "Only enough for today."

"this,"

Zhao Ping was speechless for a moment.

"Before we left, the Right Prime Minister said the caravan would deliver the herbs in five days. Today is already the fifth day, so they should be arriving soon."

"The doctor will be busy now. The Right Prime Minister never misses a target. He will be sent to you tomorrow morning at the latest."

Hearing this, Chang Xi felt relieved.

Since it is the promise of the Right Prime Minister, it must be correct.

He turned around and left, continuing to get busy.

After Chang Xing left, Zhao Ping immediately went to find Ning Teng.

"Neishi, we are running low on herbs, and the merchant caravan arranged by the Right Prime Minister has not yet arrived. Could you take someone to meet them on the road and see what's going on?"