With the sound of suona, burning incense, singing cannons, toasting, making money, and ceremonies, many cumbersome etiquettes.

Song Yuantu sat on the side of the mourning hall with his eyes closed, as if he was withered, his hair was combed without any intention, and he piled up on his head in a mess like snow. When everyone passed by him, they kept their breath quiet, fearing that they would disturb the old man who was heartbroken and dying.

After finally waiting for the sound of sorrow and music to return, Xu Minghua was anxious and approached Song Yuantu's side and called out in a low voice: "Old man, wake up, wake up."

Song Yuantu opened his eyes drowsyly and glanced in front of him blankly. After a long time, his eyes gathered, and a hint of vitality fell on Xu Minghua's seemingly concerned face.

"Oh, it's over." Song Yuantu struggled to stand up, and his legs were weak and he fell back into the chair.

Xu Minghua quickly reached out and Deng Huaibin, who was prepared on the side, also stretched out his hand to hold Song Yuantu's other arm. Song Yuantu stood up with the joint efforts of the two. Xu Minghua and Deng Huaibin's eyes met in the air, making invisible Mars, but smiled from the corners of their mouths.

Song Yuantu walked towards the backyard under the help of the two. This was a three-in-one courtyard. There was a corner door at the end of the corridor on the right. Song Yuantu opened the corner door and there was a remote courtyard inside. A fragrance came to his face. Deng Huaibin heard Song Chong say that his father worshipped Buddha, and this should be a Buddhist temple.

Song Yuantu said in a hoarse voice: "The thing is in the Buddhist temple, please come in with me."

Xu Minghua leaned his head and looked in. There was a small wooden building in the small courtyard, surrounded by walls. The yard was very small. Some trees were planted, and the light was blocked by the trees. It looked a little gloomy. Xu Minghua turned his head and gave a wink at Xu An, suggesting that he would follow him to protect himself. Deng Huaibin also signaled to the two yamen runners behind him. The two supported Song Tuyuan into the courtyard, and the others followed him into the courtyard.

Song Yuantu did not make a sound, and came to the temple to stand and said, "The temple is quiet, don't disturb the gods too much, let them wait in the courtyard."

When I opened the door of the Buddhist temple, the fragrance became more and more intense. The Buddhist temple was very small. There were sparse fruits on the incense table. There were three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner in the middle. The breath of the cigarette pushing the door became chaotic.

Song Yuantu walked into the Buddhist temple, and Xu Minghua followed him closely. There was a yellow curtain hanging in the room, and a Buddha statue was enshrined in the middle. Xu Minghua looked at the Buddha statue and his face turned pale. The Buddha statue was not as kind as the Buddha in the Dazheng Buddha Temple, but was green-faced and fangs, many hands and feet, wearing a skeleton crown, hanging skeleton beads, and a strange god with a raging fire burning behind him.

Deng Huaibin followed in the door and saw Xu Minghua trembling all over. He looked at the Buddha statue in his eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, this is a powerful Buddha passed down from the Hidden Sect of Tudu Kingdom. This is his wrathful body, which shocks evil heretics, showing great anger and fearlessness."

Song Yuantu turned around and closed the door and tied it up. It became dark inside the Buddhist temple. Xu Minghua subconsciously took a step back, put his back against the wooden door, and asked in surprise: "Old man, what are you doing to close the door?"

"This matter is serious, and there are ears in the walls, so few people know about it." Song Yuantu smiled strangely and said, "Mr. Xu is still afraid of me, an old man, let alone Mr. Deng, what are you afraid of?"

Looking at Song Yuantu's white hair and trembling body, seeing a sneer on Deng Huaibin's lips, Xu Minghua defended: "It's too dark in the Buddhist temple, so it's better to open the door and shine."

Guanfeng envoy of the Censorate and the county magistrate were burned to death in Song's house. This was not a trivial matter. Zhao Zehe sent someone to deliver a letter to Jiang Governor Jiang, but secretly asked someone to check Xu Minghua's luggage and got the letter written to the Censor and him to Jiang Anyi and sent back by Jiang Anyi.

After Jiang Anyi received the letter, he did not dare to delay and hurried to Jingyuan County. He was relieved of what he should be comforted, and asked what he should be investigated and investigated. Regarding the embezzlement of disaster relief silver, the board was raised high, and finally it was gently fallen: Zhao Tianzhuang was responsible for forty boards and sent back to his hometown; the minor officials and yamen runners who were corrupt and punished or retired; the governor of Zhao County did not strictly impose his salary for half a year, so he continued

Investigate the case of corruption and disaster relief bank.

That night, Zhao Zehe quietly came to the inn to see Jiang Anyi. He respectfully kowtowed three times to Jiang Anyi and silently bowed to him. Seeing the two letters turned into ashes in the fire, Jiang Anyi felt lost. For him, this might be the best ending, but he could not be happy. Several lives died because of this. Although I did not kill Boren, Boren died because of me.

The food and grass for disaster relief in Anxi Protectorate continued to enter the disaster area, and the disaster relief was coming to an end. The migrant workers gathered were still clearing the urban and rural roads in the northwest of Huiye Prefecture under the stimulation of the wages of 20 cents a day. Many officials in the county in the disaster area were still secretly embezzling, but after the lessons of Jingyuan County and the vigorous investigation by Long Wei, these people's methods became more hidden, and the number of corruption was much smaller.

These extra money turned into food, clothing, housing and transportation for the affected people, which allowed the originally desperate people to see hope. The people are the most simple. They saw what the government did this disaster relief government did, praised it, and remembered it in their hearts. Jiang Anyi, as the image spokesperson of the government, was naturally grateful to the people.

All ethnic groups in Huazhou live in a mixed relationship. This time, Jiang Anyi took different measures and methods in the disaster relief. This allowed the conflicts between the ethnic groups in Huazhou to be resolved invisibly. Jiang Anyi's reputation in the people of Huazhou is at its peak.

On the sixth day of the 12th month, Jiang Anyi returned to Huiye Mansion and wrote to the court to report the disaster relief situation and at the same time reported the situation in Jingyuan County. In the memorial, Jiang Anyi asked for merit for the gentry in Huazhou, especially the righteous acts of the Ning family, which completely changed from the situation where Jiang Anyi and Huazhou Shijia were in the same situation some time ago.

This snow disaster that was rare in a century was minimized with Jiang Anyi's strong mediation. No matter how many bold words were spoken, it was not as good as actual actions. The officials of the government office looked at the governor Jiang, with less awe and more respect.

After arranging the matter of the government office, Jiang Anyi returned to the back house amid the respectful voices of everyone. On the bed, under the light, in front of his wife, Jiang Anyi took off his mask, showed a look of loss, murmured about the truth about Jingyuan County, and sighed that he did not know whether it was right or wrong.

Xinfei's head lay on Jiang Anyi's chest, feeling her husband's powerful heartbeat, and listened quietly. When Jiang Anyi sighed, Xinfei said, "I am a dragon guard and I am killing the Yuantian Cult for the court. I have many lives in my hands. When I think about it carefully, most Yuantian Cult people have no great evil, but my responsibilities are dependent on me."

He squeezed her husband's arm with the lust on his chest. Xinfei continued: "Some things cannot tell the right or wrong. The choices made by different positions are different. I think there is nothing wrong with Jiang Lang doing this. People are close and distant. If one day the court asks Jiang Lang to kill me and An Yong, how would Jiang Lang choose?"

Xin Fei stood up and stared at Jiang Anyi's eyes playfully. From Jiang Anyi's eyes, she saw the answer she wanted.

"Jiang Lang, you are too tired during this period. I will press my temples for you. Recently, my Mingyu true energy has greatly improved."

Xinfei sat cross-legged, put Jiang Anyi's head on her thighs, and gently pressed her hands on Jiang Anyi's temple. A cool true energy was poured into Jiang Anyi's head soothingly, and then spread this comfort throughout her body along her meridians. Without much effort, Jiang Anyi fell asleep soundly.
Chapter completed!