After being separated from Cui Pingzhi, Lu Xin returned to the palace. He planned to go back to the Secretariat's Office to hand over it, but the guards at the door could no longer allow him to step into the Secretariat.
He thought that the old master would retaliate, but he didn't expect that the revenge would come so quickly and so extreme. Lu Xin sighed and did not compete with the guards who were ordered to act. He only handed over the Shushuo Shu in his hand and handed it to the guard and said, "Since that's the case, please return the badge to Shangguan and bring out my personal belongings."
The guard took the waist card and found that there was still a money hidden under his head. His expression was not so rigid. "It's easy to say, Lord Lu waited."
After a while, the guard returned, put the books, clothes and other items left by Lu Xin in the yamen in a bamboo box and handed them back to him.
During the waiting situation, many officials came and went in and out of the Secretariat, all avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, and their eyes looked like they were looking at death. This made Lu Xin feel more or less blocked. He took the bamboo box and turned around and walked away.
He walked out of the palace gate in the howling cold wind. Lu Xin looked for the servant waiting for him, but saw Lu Yun changing into a casual robe, holding a hand stove in his arms, and standing by the carriage waiting for him.
"Why are you here?" Lu Xin walked over.
"I didn't leave." Lu Yun came forward, took the bamboo box from Lu Xin's hand, lifted the curtain and said, "I'm waiting for my father to come out."
"Oh, I won't say it earlier, otherwise I won't go to the Secretariat." Lu Xin bent down and got into the car.
A warm cage was lit in the carriage, which was both warm and smokeless, which made Lu Xin, who had been frozen from the inside out, finally relaxed his expression.
Lu Yun placed the bamboo box in a corner of the carriage, and did not say anything. He opened the lid of the warm cage, took out the ginseng soup warmed inside, and poured Lu Xin a bowl of warmed his body.
"Hehe..." Lu Xin finished drinking a bowl of ginseng soup, and felt warm in his body, and he felt that he finally came back to life. "As for my father, I had known for a long time that everything I got from others was all about mirrors and water. But I didn't expect that it would be annoying to do it again."
"The Zuo Zhuan says that you must end with this." Lu Yun smiled and said, "My father should be glad that he can finally get rid of the bad reputation of the Xiahou clan's lackey and start his own business from now on!"
"Haha, let's talk about the gate in front of you first." Lu Xin handed the bowl to Lu Yun, looked at him and asked, "Why don't you report to the Ministry of Personnel?"
"My father has received the retribution in this life. Now I go to the Ministry of Personnel. Wouldn't I be sending it to the door to humiliate others?" Lu Yun shook his head and smiled, "I won't do such a stupid thing."
"It's also true. Anyway, we have already got what we want. If we don't go, don't go." Lu Xin nodded and said, "Then let's go with you? Let's see what kind of tiger den is waiting for me, a disaster relief envoy?"
"I'm just thinking about it." Lu Yunying said, reached out and gently buckled the partition of the carriage, and the carriage slowly drove off the road to the sky.
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The father and son did not go home either. They found a small noodle shop on the banks of Luoshui, and gave lunch with the escort driver. Then they boarded the boat and left the city and rushed to Xingluo Cang, thirty miles east of the city.
Similar to the Tongluo Cang of the Land Valve, Xingluo Cang is also a warehouse city built at the foot of Mangshan Mountain. It is only larger in scale and stricter in garrison. It is one of the five major official warehouses under the jurisdiction of the Taicang Office of the Ministry of Revenue. It is more than ten miles around the warehouse and has more than 1,400 cellars. Each cellar stores up to 8,000 stones of grain. The five hundred soldiers of the Taicang Office are stationed here day and night.
Before Lu Xin set off, he had already informed the Taicang Bureau and said that he was going to Xingluo Warehouse in the afternoon. When he and Lu Yun arrived at the grain dock under Xingluo Warehouse by boat, they saw a red-robed official with seven or eight green-robed miscellaneous officials who were already waiting there.
"The minister, Taicang, Zhu Dafeng, welcomes the disaster relief envoy." Seeing Lu Xin and his son get off the ship, the big-bellied red-robed official smiled and clasped his fists to salute.
"Well, I'm working hard." Lu Xin frowned slightly. As an imperial envoy, disaster relief envoy, he came to Panku for the first time. Taicang Ling, the official seal officer of the Taicang Office, should have shown up. Now he has only sent a deputy to come, obviously not wanting to have something to do with him.
He didn't talk nonsense to Fatty Zhu, nor did he introduce Lu Yun's identity. He just ordered people to lead the way and walked towards Cangcheng halfway up the mountain. His father and son were strong and walked with wind. This made Zhu Dafeng, who was as fat as a pig. He followed behind him with panting, and his head was sweating without going far.
"Slow down, slow down, Lord Lu and wait for the official."
"Mr. Zhu walked slowly. I went to Cangcheng first and then met you." Xiahou Ba said nothing wrong. Lu Xin was in the place for a long time and was very insightful about the ghost tricks of the people below. He knew that the other party was leading him in the nose and could not see any truth.
"Oh, ah..." Zhu Dafeng wanted to stop him, but the mountain wind was howling, and he was breathing violently again. He couldn't speak for a while, so he could only watch Lu Xin go further and further.
"Why are you still standing there? Come and follow me!" Zhu Dafeng turned around and turned his back to the wind, glaring at the Cangguan who was following him.
"Oh, okay." The Cang official hurriedly trotted all the way to chase Lu Xin and his son.
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As soon as Lu Xin and his son entered Cangcheng, they saw the crisscrossing grain roads, which divided the entire Xingluo warehouse into a chessboard. Each square grid was about fifteen meters long and wide, with four to five round underground grain cellars inside, and each grain cellar had a ceiling that sheltered from wind and rain. Looking from afar, it was densely packed like a tomb.
Lu Xin walked into a grain cellar, standing under a roof that was only one person tall, overlooking the huge circular cellar under his feet.
At this time, the official of the Cang Dynasty followed in anger. Seeing that the imperial envoy's eyes fell on the warehouse, he gave a wink to Cang Ding: "Open it and ask the imperial envoy to see it."
The skulls removed the straw mat covering the cellar entrance, revealing the yellow skull below. After shoveling off the skull, another layer of mat was exposed.
"Sir, our Xingluo Warehouse is an official warehouse directly under the Taicang Administration, and the storage and transportation of grain are strictly regulated." Lu Xin watched the warehouse diggers and the others' operations while listening to the warehouse officials explaining:
"It took a lot of effort to build it. First, someone should dig a five-meter-deep cellar, then dry the digging cellar with fire, spread the vegetation and ash at the bottom of the cellar, then lay a layer of wooden boards on the bottom of the cellar, lay a mat on the wooden boards, and then lay a mat on the mat. The cellar walls will also be treated as follows, so that the grain will not get moldy for ten years."
"The food transported will be packed in and spread the mat five feet above the ground. The mat will be covered with bran and sealed with soil. Because it is the disaster relief grain that is temporarily present here, there is no soil seal, but it is just a mat." As the official said, Cang Ding lifted the mat, revealing the golden rice inside.
The official of the Cang Dynasty held a handful of rice in front of Lu Xin like a treasure. Lu Xin picked up a few grains and sent them to his nose, and then smelled the fragrance of the new rice.
"It's all new rice that has been harvested this year. It was transported before the local area could be troubled." The official of the warehouse said with some regret: "I gave it to those poor people to eat, it's really bad."
Chapter completed!