A Foodie Transmigrat Chapter 150 - 149 Jinling City 21

Chapter 150: Chapter 149 Jinling City 21

No one dared to delay for a minute or a second.

For such an important position, Zhao Junyao still had so discernnt in choosing people!

These people arranged everything overnight. At dawn, they set off with the first batch of people leaving the city.

The task for the Ministry of Revenue was relatively easy. Disbursing silver didn’t actually involve carting it there. It was disbursed locally, using whichever source was closest. After all, the money belonged to the Emperor. When the Emperor ordered it to be spent, who would dare not comply?

On the other hand, the Ministry of Works had it much harder. The Emperor wanted to repair the riverbanks. However, silver alone wasn’t enough; specialized laborers proficient in construction work were also needed. They also needed tools—whole sets of them—and many raw materials that couldn’t be purchased locally and had to be transported over. The hardest part was that this matter had to be kept secret. It couldn’t get out. Otherwise, panic would ensue before the disaster even struck, and people would scare themselves to death. That simply wouldn’t do.

Early the next morning, the Minister of Works, sporting dark circles under his eyes, went back to catch up on sleep. For the following two days, he lived like an owl, sleeping during the day and working at night. He finally managed to send a whole trainload of materials, tools, and several construction experts out of the city overnight. His nocturnal lifestyle finally ca to an end. But the dark circles under his eyes persisted for a long ti. His body nearly gave out from exhaustion, and many of his hairs had turned white.

Of course, he wasn’t the one who suffered the most. That distinction belonged to Prefect Hou. At this mont, he was on the verge of tears!

He was being forced by several imperial ssengers to work alongside a group of won! This was because a couple of days ago, he had been playing the "procreation ga" with his twenty-third concubine. Just as he was reaching the climax, he was suddenly interrupted. He was forcibly dragged out by a few n. They even recited an imperial edict from the Emperor and presented the Emperor’s token of authority—a Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant. Only The King could use a dragon pattern in the entire land. As a Magistrate, he understood this. However, the imperial edict commanded him to lead all the won of the city in sewing hemp bags and filling them with sand.

These were poor rural won who would earn ten copper coins for each hemp bag they sewed. Since this wasn’t embroidery, it was quick work. With such generous compensation, they worked tiredly but happily, skillfully threading needles and sewing at a brisk pace. With hundreds of won sewing together, an entire cartload of rough hemp fabric was transford into bags in less than a day.

Naturally, Prefect Hou wasn’t sewing hemp bags; his job was to fill them with sand. In principle, even though the Emperor had issued a decree ordering him to supervise the work, a Magistrate like him shouldn’t have had to do the manual labor himself. At most, he should have just overseen the progress.

But those damned imperial ssengers, for so unknown reason, handed him a shovel and compelled him to work. If he didn’t work, he’d get beaten! They were the Emperor’s n and showed no regard for his dignity, rely stating, "The situation is urgent! There’s no choice but to work!"

Prefect Hou didn’t dare argue, so he had no choice but to do it himself.

Work was work. It was just filling sand into bags, and with his hefty build, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t do it. But the real killer was that they didn’t give him any food.

By noon, everyone else sat down to eat. Soldiers carried baskets of stead buns back and forth, distributing them generously. Everyone could eat their fill, and there were also pickles and hot water. The won were all very satisfied when they saw this, chatting and laughing as they ate.

"I heard it was the Emperor who called us to work. He’s truly a good Emperor!"

"That’s for sure!"

"Why does this feel so unreal to ? How would the Emperor even know that our dike is about to burst?"

"Indeed! As far as I can rember, that dike has never burst!"

"The Emperor is the True Dragon, The King. If he says the dike is going to break, then it really might!"

"Right! The Emperor knows things we couldn’t possibly know!"

"No matter what, we’re getting copper coins for the work and white flour stead buns to eat. I’m content!"

A group of won chatted and laughed, finding the white flour stead buns especially delicious.

Prefect Hou, however, was a different story. He held a stead bun in one hand and a lump of pickled vegetables in the other, crying and begging.

"Good sirs, I... I can’t eat this!"

"Please, I beg you, let

go ho to eat! I’ll co back to work after I’m done!"

He had never eaten such food in his entire life. He was used to feasting on the finest delicacies from the mountains and seas! His stomach growled with hunger, but after taking a bite, it was still hard to swallow. So he continued to cry.

The imperial ssengers paid him no mind; they just stood before him. They didn’t even have pickled vegetables themselves—just a mouthful of stead bun and a mouthful of water each. Soon, the n had eaten their fill.

One of them approached Prefect Hou and said, "It seems Prefect Hou isn’t hungry. Since that’s the case, let’s get back to work. Move!"

With that, he moved to snatch the stead bun and pickled vegetables from Prefect Hou’s hands. Prefect Hou was not about to let that happen and imdiately clutched them to his chest.

"I’ll eat, I’ll eat! I’ll eat it right now!"

Saying this, he took large bites of the stead bun, desperately swallowing it down with tears in his eyes. As soon as he finished eating, he was dragged back to work.

What he didn’t know was that his good old days would never return. He also didn’t know that the days ahead would grow more miserable with each passing one. Furthermore, he had no energy to wonder why the Emperor knew the Wei River was going to breach and had sent an imperial edict from so far away; he was so exhausted he felt on the verge of collapse.

「The next day.」

Prefect Hou was filling sandbags with the commoners at the cracks in the river embanknt. Heavy rain poured from the sky. The won had gone back early. Now, the only ones working with him were soldiers, all rough and hardy n. His corpulent figure looked quite out of place among them. He swayed and stumbled as he lifted a sandbag. Before he could take two steps, he fell flat on the ground. He simply had no strength left. He would rather be beaten than get up again.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. He wore a yellow and white dragon-patterned robe, covered by a rain cape. Above him was an oilcloth umbrella emblazoned with dragons soaring through clouds. His boots were black, with gold-traced, rolled edges.

From his position on the ground, Prefect Hou looked up. When he saw that familiar face, his pupils dilated instantly!

"You... you..."

As he spoke, the whites of his eyes showed, and he fainted.

"n, take him into custody!"

After giving the order, Zhao Junyao left with a cold expression.

That afternoon, the rain grew heavier and heavier. Xia Ruqing leaned against the window, her heart thumping wildly with anxiety.

"This isn’t just rain—it’s a natural disaster!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than soone ca to report, "The Wei River has breached!"

In the streets, amidst the rain, one person after another carried gongs, frantically beating them and shouting, "Run! The Wei River has breached!"

Zi Yue’s face turned deathly pale, and Xia Ruqing was also startled.

"Zi Yue, quickly pack our things! If the situation becos serious, His Majesty will surely send soone to notify us!"

"Yes!"

Consort Yun and the others were also panicked. No one dared to act rashly; they could only wait anxiously. The city’s common folk, however, lacked such composure. Upon hearing that the Wei River had breached, they instinctively started to run.