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"Ah~~~" Fu Zhilang inhaled sharply. He had anticipated severe damage before arriving, but he never expected it to be this bad.
The number of casualties was not the only concern; just looking at the current number of injuries was a fatal blow to the court.
He had always adhered to the principle of neutrality, carefully navigating the officialdom without offending anyone. However, he never expected to be singled out by the emperor for this difficult task.
As for Ning Ze, he frowned slightly. Having witnessed life and death on the battlefield, he knew that casualties in a battle were not limited to these numbers. Those soldiers fought to protect their homes and defend the Western Moon.
But now, a disaster had claimed so many lives, which was truly heartbreaking.
They all understood that if the injured civilians did not receive effective treatment, the death toll would continue to rise.
However, as a military general, this mission primarily fell on Fu Zhilang, who was responsible for transporting food and supplies.
After a cup of tea, Fu Zhilang gradually accepted this outcome. If he handled this difficult task well, it would leave a good impression on the Sovereign. If not, his official position could be in jeopardy.
"Lord Mei, what is the current status of the disaster relief efforts?"
"Reporting to you, my lord, the roads from the Provincial Capital to the disaster area are being cleared. The main relief efforts rely on the local county government. I have tried my best to expedite the process, but progress has been minimal. I apologize for my ineffectiveness and ask for your punishment."
With just one phrase about minimal progress, he shifted all responsibility away. Fu Zhilang sneered twice; it was clear that Mayor Mei was a kid trying to evade responsibility. This journey was not going to be easy for him.
"Lord Mei, our priority is not assigning blame but quickly clearing the roads. We must mobilize all available manpower and resources and seize every moment to secure more chances for the civilians."
"Yes, Minister Fu is right. I will expedite this immediately." He stood up to make arrangements.
Fu Zhilang also stood up: "I will accompany you; we need Lord Ning here to think of more solutions."
"Understood. I will cooperate with Minister Fu."
The upper officials in the Provincial Capital exchanged pleasantries without mentioning anything further as they turned their attention to Linyi County.
County Magistrate Zhou is indeed a doer, having implemented Liu Qingxi's construction methods into the hearts of every citizen in Linyi within just a few days.
He vigorously organized the officials and soldiers into groups, also bringing in about ten skilled workers from Ten Li Pu to promote and direct efforts in each village.
For villages lacking food, he took out the county's stored grain to ensure that people had the essential energy for survival.
Unlike other county magistrates who sit in the Yamen directing their subordinates, he personally involved himself in everything as much as possible, and within a short period, initial results were evident.
The severely injured citizens received better care and could quietly recuperate, while those with minor injuries or no injuries at all threw themselves into the reconstruction of houses after the disaster.
First, they cleared the rubble, tidying up the destroyed homes before starting to rebuild.
Farmers are never short on strength; as long as they have food to eat, they have the energy to work. Moreover, County Magistrate Zhou himself was digging in the dirt as a local leader.
"My lord, your health is precious; you should rest. We can handle it," an old man in his fifties stepped forward to take the iron shovel from County Magistrate Zhou's hands.
He raised his arm to dodge the old man's hand. "No, no, I'm the county magistrate; I'm also a person. It's fine, I can do it."
"My lord, we’ve seen how tired you’ve been these past few days," the old man choked up.
County Magistrate Zhou paid no mind to that. "You hurry and get back to work. Let's finish today so we can start digging the foundation for the houses tomorrow."
The citizens observed County Magistrate Zhou's actions and felt deeply moved; he was a true local leader who cared for and considered the people.
"He's truly a good official," was the unanimous sentiment among them.
Narrowing down further, this time to Biqi Town, where County Magistrate Zhou's reputation was loud but could not compare to another.
The busy people straightened their backs, looked up at the bright sky, wiped their sweat, and turned to chat with those beside them.
"We've encountered good people. If it weren't for Yang Scholar, we wouldn't have the strength to work at all. We would have starved to death by now," said a woman dressed in a loose black linen outfit, her hair piled high. Her face was sunburned, and her lips were cracked and dry.
Yet her eyes sparkled with brightness and a smile.
Next to her, a man focused on his work, his muscular arms strong and solid. Sweat soaked through his clothes, slowly trickling down and wetting his entire back.
As he swung the iron shovel with effort, the muscles in his arms tensed and trembled slightly.
Hearing the woman's remark, he finally paused his work to wipe the sweat that had dripped into his eyes.
He spoke slowly, "Child's mother, we must remember their kindness. And Miss Liu's method of building houses is effective; if we endure a bit longer, we can build a house that won't fear earthquakes."
"Yes!" The woman nodded vigorously, feeling immense gratitude towards those two benefactors she had never met.
And it wasn't just this couple who shared such thoughts; the people of Biqi Town and even Linyi County knew of the great names of these youths.
At this moment, in Yang Family Courtyard, Yang Yichen sat steadily behind his desk.
"How is everything progressing?"
"Reporting to you, my lord, everything has been arranged. The food has all been transported out and is just waiting to be slowly delivered to Ten Li Pu."
"Good. Send people to closely guard the food; there must be no losses."
"Understood!" After receiving the order, the man did not leave immediately.
Yang Yichen slightly raised his head, signaling for his subordinate to continue.
"Master, the new design you drew has been crafted. Would you like to see it?"
"Bring it in," he replied. Immediately, the door to the study opened, and two men dressed as servants entered, carrying a stand on which rested a curved bow, with arrows that were several times thicker than usual.
Yang Yichen stood up and carefully examined it. Finding nothing unsatisfactory, he ordered the servants to take it to the backyard.
In a secluded area of the backyard, there was a separate courtyard equipped with targets, wooden stakes, sandbags, and everything necessary.
To test the effectiveness of the newly crafted weapon, Yang Yichen personally took aim and drew the bowstring.
With a whoosh, the arrow with an iron tip and wooden shaft flew through the air, leaving behind a graceful arc and creating a light breeze, as if the air itself had momentarily ceased to flow.
Yang Yichen's eyes were fixed on the arrow as it shot forth, moving at an incredible speed that left only an afterimage in his vision.
With his keen hearing and sight, he could only see its silhouette; its speed was so fast that compared to ordinary bows and arrows, this large bow's power was dozens of times greater.
With a loud thud, the arrow struck the bullseye.
However, it did not stop there. In just 0.001 seconds, the arrow passed through the bullseye and continued flying without losing much speed despite hitting an obstacle.
With another loud thud, the arrowhead embedded deeply into the wall. In that moment between flashes of light from the Fire Stone, vivid images flashed through Yang Yichen's mind.
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