Who knows if after dealing with those pirates, he will turn his guns around and instigate the Seventh Prince to turn the Bozhou officialdom upside down?
Although they only accepted some benefits from Jian Zengren and turned a blind eye to certain things, they cannot be considered insiders in the strict sense.
But if you collect money, you collect money. Even if you return it, the fact remains unchanged.
If a thorough investigation is conducted, I may not lose my head, but I'm afraid I'll lose my official uniform.
Rui Yuankai whispered: "Your Highness, please accept my condolences."
The Seventh Prince did not respond.
He continued: "I am very sad, are you sad?"
The Bozhou official sighed slightly.
Ask them to applaud Li Qingcha's death, they certainly can't do it.
After all, as an official who has read the books of sages, he still understands the major issues of right and wrong. But it is hard not to admit that he did feel relieved.
Rui Yuankai glanced at his other colleagues.
"Your Highness, we are...very sad."
The Seventh Prince snorted coldly.
"really?"
"..."
"Since you are so sad, why are you still discussing refugee issues? I am tired of listening to you."
The officials were helpless.
On the day when the Seventh Prince arrived in Bozhou, which was also the day when the rioters attacked the Imperial Envoy's headquarters, pirates took the opportunity to land and plundered several villages along the coast of Tongshui County, creating a group of refugees.
In the battle last night, several monks destroyed a large number of buildings and created dozens of refugees.
How to accommodate these people is a big problem.
The Seventh Prince said, "Why don't you convert the goods in Gu She into silver, give part of it to the granary so that they can open the granary and release the grain, and use the other part to help the refugees rebuild their homes? Isn't that okay?"
Rui Yuankai smiled bitterly.
"Your Highness, I'm afraid this won't work?"
"why?"
"If we want to make Gu She's case an ironclad one, we must keep all the valuables and treat them as stolen goods. Otherwise...nearly 800 people were killed yesterday, and another 400 were imprisoned. It will be very troublesome if we can't explain it."
"..."
The Seventh Prince could not help but remain silent.
If he were in Beijing, he could go and tell his father, and this matter would be easily resolved.
However, at the local level, he has no control over many things.
The Seventh Prince frowned.
"Is Miss Luo still looking?"
Rui Yuankai nodded.
"Yes. However, the fortune teller in Bozhou Prefecture received news from the Imperial Astronomical Observatory that Miss Luo's star has not dimmed yet."
The Imperial Observatory seems to have some special methods.
The Seventh Prince nodded.
"Then can they know Li Qingcha..."
The following question was not completed.
Because Rui Yuankai was already shaking his head regretfully.
The Seventh Prince lost interest instantly and waved his hand in boredom.
"Regarding the refugee issue...how about this, you set up a point at the Bozhou government office and hint to those big smugglers to 'donate'. They made a lot of money, so they shouldn't mind giving back a little more."
Rui Yuankai looked at the Seventh Prince in surprise.
Unexpectedly, the clueless guy at the beginning has actually grown up.
The Seventh Prince stood up.
"You guys can handle the rest of the matter on your own."
he left.
Rui Yuankai glanced at the other officials and said, "Keep your hands clean and don't try to make money at this time."
The other officials knew that Rui Yuankai was talking about "voluntary donations" and nodded hurriedly.
Jian Zengren died, and Rui Yuankai, as the only co-magistrate of Bozhou Prefecture, was in charge of all political affairs. It was a foregone conclusion that he would be promoted to prefect. Naturally, the officials would not disobey their future superiors.
They walked toward the lobby together.
Rui Yuankai looked around and pointed to the right side of the stone lion.
Someone immediately brought a table and the temporary office of "Happy Donation" was set up.
Rui Yuankai thought about it, asked someone to bring rice paper, and prepared to write a few big characters.
Although the bulk of "voluntary donations" will definitely come from wealthy individuals, if ordinary people are kind-hearted, they will definitely accept any donations.
At this moment, a female voice sounded from behind.
“I want to donate money.”
Rui Yuankai turned around in surprise and found a woman standing in front of him.
The woman was very beautiful, but for some reason, she had a cold temperament, like the murderous aura of someone who had been on the battlefield for a long time, which made people subconsciously want to keep her away from her.
She took out a piece of paper from her body.
"The gold, silver and treasures here are all ownerless. You can take them all."
Rui Yuankai was stunned and took the note.
There is an address on it. If I remember correctly, it seems to be a Taoist temple.
There is a seal next to the address.
Rui Yuankai suddenly widened his eyes.
This seal...
It’s Jian Zengren’s!
He couldn't help but be surprised, and just when he was about to ask a question, he found that the woman who was just in front of him had disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, a chat record appeared in the chat group.
"Nine: Li Qingcha is dead."
"Nine: Looks like he's dead."
Chapter 257 Wake up
Add more.
￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥
Li Qingcha had a very long dream.
In this dream, she was like a piece of driftwood floating on the sea, with nothing to rely on, until she choked on a mouthful of sea water.
"Cough cough..."
"Cough cough cough..."
"hot……"
Li Qingcha barely opened his eyes from his coma.
At this time, her mind had not yet recovered its previous clarity, and she could not remember many things clearly. She only vaguely knew that Luo Weiyang's senior brother had appeared and driven away the Yingsang people.
The memories after that are just some confused fragments.
Isn’t he dead?
The Devil Killer God consumes so much energy, if he uses it twice in a row, he will definitely die...
White silk is not allowed to ride on my sister.
Li Qingcha took a deep breath to make sure it was indeed air, and his doubts grew even stronger.
She looked around,
I saw a young girl beside me sleeping on the edge of the bed with her eyes slightly closed.
Judging from the back, it should be Luo Weiyang.
Li Qingcha finally felt relieved and began to observe the situation around him.
This seems to be a cabin, not very big, without even a window, the light mainly comes from a string of shiny glass bubbles on the top of the cabin.
This thing looks like something refined by the Imperial Observatory.
There were many boxes in a corner of the cabin, stacked neatly. On each box was a note with words such as "saltpeter", "fish oil" and "charcoal".
It's hard not to think of the material of explosives.
These things can be placed on the boat without being afraid of moisture. I guess some special method was used.
Thinking of the dampness, Li Qingcha felt his skin was a little sticky.
It's so hot, which means we are still in Bozhou.
Or perhaps he had been in a coma for a long time, and the time had passed from early summer to midsummer.
She mumbled and put her hands on the quilt, trying to throw it off.
Luo Weiyang was immediately awakened.
The girl slowly raised her head, her eyes were a little hazy at first, but when she saw Li Qingcha waking up, her eyes lit up.
"Sister Li!"
Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜
That's too weird!
She was about to complain, but her eyes suddenly widened.
"Weiyang, why are you..."
Luo Weiyang seemed like a completely different person. The skin on her face was dark, wrinkled, and even had acne. A beautiful person turned from a white swan into an ugly duckling.
The girl seemed a little ashamed.
She lowered her head.
"Ugly, isn't it?"
"What happened!? Who did it!?"
"..."
"Weiyang!"
Luo Weiyang sighed helplessly.
She said: "I wanted to save you, but my brother had no choice but to use the Life Transfer Array."
Li Qingcha: “!!!”
She couldn't utter a word for a long time.
The girl smiled brightly.
"I do not regret."
"Well, I know."
Li Qingcha's voice was muffled, as if he had a bad cold.
