The two most huge forces in the troubled times seemed to have agreed, and they did not make things difficult for refugees who wanted to take refuge in the northwest, and even had the intention to advocate. In fact, it is not difficult to reach this consensus. The northwest is bitter and cold, and anyone in Lanhe knows it. Perhaps the migrant refugees can bring a certain demographic dividend to the barren northwest, and reclaim more land for cultivation in the northwest. But this is not a migration of tens of thousands or tens of thousands, but a sudden influx of hundreds of thousands or millions. To solve the problem of food and clothing for so many people, it is enough to lock Zhao Fu firmly in the northwest, making it difficult for him to spread his power and intervene in other battlefields.

Zhao Fu is very regretful now. The copywriting reported by various places is piled up on the desk, and most of them are asking Zhao Fu to stop accepting refugees. The food storage in the northwest is no longer supported. Although everyone is still listening to Zhao Fu's command, there have been many opposition voices in private.

Zhao Fu also knew that there would inevitably be no Lin royal family and Zhao family members who were making trouble, but he had no choice. If he terminated the refugee reception this time, his reputation as well as Northwest and Lanting would be damaged. Besides, Zhao Fu did not want his kind-hearted action to cause countless people to leave their hometowns and come to Northwest to escape the war and be turned away. In this regard, Zhao Fu could only bite the bullet and suppress the dissatisfaction of various places, transfer grain from Lanting to support him, and urged Feng Yu to reach cooperation with the countries in the south as soon as possible to purchase enough food.

This is the only way. Fortunately, Lanting is now the only channel and stronghold to Beihu. The merchants do not mind pulling high-priced grain from the south and selling it in Lanting and then using the money to sell grain to buy Hu people's horses, cattle and sheep, as well as various furs, and transport them back to the south.

Although affected by the war, the south was the main grain-producing area of ​​the Lanhe Empire after all. The major granaries had accumulated a large amount of Chenmi due to the bumper harvest year after year, and the grain prices did not fluctuate much for a while. Therefore, I think Feng Yu's negotiations will be successful soon. After all, you can exchange the valuable Chenmi for a large number of livestock. This is a multiple-choice question that children will do that is stable and profitable.

But this can only be an emergency, and the key lies in the diversion and utilization of these refugees. If they are allowed to enter the northwest and leave it alone, then the northwest will probably be in trouble for a while. According to the estimated data of the garrison office, if the refugees are diverted and introduced into the northwest, the entire northwest will only accept up to 1.83 million refugees. If there are more, these refugees will become difficult to control. Once there is any disturbance, mutiny and other things will inevitably be inevitable. At that time, the entire northwest will never have peace.

What should I do? It’s not that Zhao Fu doesn’t want to learn Roosevelt’s policies, but there is no need to dig canals or build reservoirs in the northwest. In general, the infrastructure of the Lanhe Empire is still very reliable. Even the vast and sparsely populated northwest region has not been left out. Therefore, Zhao Fu at most organized people to repair roads, and he could not solve the problem of staying and leaving the remaining hundreds of thousands of people.

Not to mention that thousands of people are coming from the border held by the Lin royal family every day, and this number is still growing steadily every day. It is estimated that within half a month, refugees gathered in the northwest will be able to successfully exceed three million.

"What's the matter?" While Zhao Fu was still thinking hard, someone asked for a meeting outside the door.

"There are envoys coming to see him on the grassland." The attendant reported.

"Let him come in." Zhao Fu waved helplessly. Those who troubles always like to come one by one, and there was no chance to breathe.

After obtaining permission, a man in a white robe walked in.

"I've seen the general." The visitor bowed reluctantly.

"Well, why are you?"

Zhao Fu was stunned, and then remembered that this person was a guardian knight of Xu Lingling. However, when he saw him wearing armor that was shiny with stirrups, this time he almost couldn't recognize him after changing into a white robe.

"Why can't it be me?" Xie Xiyan replied angrily, he had no good feelings for Zhao Fu either.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Fu was curious.

"The saint is not at ease with you, so he specifically told me to come and see you." Xie Xiyan replied.

"As you see, it's not very good. What about you? Do you have any places to help?" Zhao Fu spread his hands and thrust his mouth at the copywriting piled up on several tables.

"We... are not very good either." Xie Xiyan didn't expect Zhao Fu to admit it so simply, which caught him off guard. He didn't know that Zhao Fu was exhausted by the migration of refugees, and he had no intention or energy to fight Xie Xiyan.

Even Zhao Fu felt a sense of intimacy after seeing Xie Xiyan. Finally, he had reason not to think about the damn population issue for the time being.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Zhao Fu asked. He heard that his life was quite comfortable after the reconstruction of the Holy Church.

"We have too few people." Xie Xiyan sighed. The Pope's actions in Oasis City completely destroyed the Holy Church. Fortunately, Xu Lingling, as a saint, still has certain supporters in the Lanhe Empire. After the reconstruction of the Holy Church, many believers volunteered to come to the grassland to follow Xu Lingling's pace, but even so, they were still not as good as the believers of the many Holy Churches back then.

"It's not easy." Zhao Fu sighed, "What can I do to help you?"

"..." Xie Xiyan was silent for a while, and it was difficult to speak.

"Say it, what are the big man doing when he is squeamish? He has something to say and fart."

"That... the saint hopes to borrow some people, not many, tens of thousands... no, thousands, beggars, robbers, death row prisoners, etc. We are really short of people..." Xie Xiyan said embarrassedly.

"What did you say!"

Zhao Fu slapped the table, shaking the paper halfway down, and then he quickly stood in front of Xie Xiyan, holding Xie Xiyan's shoulder firmly with both hands.

"You say it again!"

"It hurts, let go first, let us discuss it." Xie Xiyan was caught in pain.

"Ah, sorry, you said it again?" Zhao Fu quickly let go.

"We... want to borrow some people from you... I know it's a bit difficult...but, this is what the Saint asked!"

Xie Xiyan also specifically emphasized that this was Xu Lingling's request. The relationship between this young general and the saint is very good.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! It's not difficult, it's not difficult at all!" Zhao Fu laughed: "You can take away as many people as you can!"

Zhao Fu was worried that so many refugees had nowhere to be resettled, but unexpectedly, the New Holy Sect sent someone to send a pillow. Of course, Zhao Fu would not object or stop him.

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Chapter completed!