When Yang Xuan was in Yuanzhou, the farthest place he visited was Dongyu Mountain.
There are many wild animals and hunters in Dongyu Mountain.
The other place is the county seat.
He brought prey to the city to sell, and the biggest official he met was the county magistrate.
When the county magistrate went out, he picked up the prey and stood on the street, looking at it in awe, without saying anything such as: This one can take its place.
He didn't even expect to be able to say a word to the county magistrate.
At that time, he had a standard commoner mentality.
A small official can make him tremble, squatting on the ground and not daring to raise his head.
He has also seen refugees...not refugees, just beggars.
The beggar was driven out of the city by two subordinates carrying sticks. The miserable howling sound became Yang Xuan's nightmare that night.
Later he found out that Sima Zhou was going to pass by the local area the next day.
He had only heard of the word refugee.
He felt that no matter what happened, he would always be able to find a bite of food.
Later, when he arrived in Chang'an, Chang'an was prosperous and prosperous, so he ignored the word "refugee".
After arriving in Northern Xinjiang, this place...how can I put it!
If you are really out of food, you have many options: take the risk and farm. If you are brave enough, then leave the city and go north to find a piece of wasteland. After the wasteland is opened, it will be yours.
Therefore, there is no situation in northern Xinjiang where there are too many people and too little land. There is only a question of whether one dares or not.
If that doesn't work, you can still become a horse thief and plunder everywhere.
Of course, Yang Xuan later intensified his crackdown, and the horse thieves, a group that made people in northern Xinjiang gnash their teeth, gradually declined.
Therefore, although the economic conditions in northern Xinjiang are not very good, it is difficult to see refugees.
When traveling out of northern Xinjiang, he would see refugees from time to time, but they were always in small groups and family units, which didn't look so shocking.
Until this moment, seeing the thousands of refugees either happy or crying, Yang Xuan's psychological defense collapsed.
It was like being forced to go hunting in the mountains that year.
He feels the same way!
On the other side, a team of Dengzhou sergeants were monitoring the situation.
"Yang Gou seems to be crying."
"Be respectful!"
"What's that called?"
"Deputy Ambassador Yang."
Each person has a bowl of gruel, and those who have more will not be given.
"Take your time and eat it one meal at a time. If you eat too much in one meal, you will die!"
A doctor shouted loudly, and the soldiers were also stopping the refugees who were holding bowls and licking their lips for another bowl of porridge.
"Where can we eat dead people?"
A man said loudly.
"That's what I said."
The doctor had a cold face.
"Who are you?"
"Chen Huagu, a famous doctor in northern Xinjiang."
Chen Huagu looked at the man proudly, and the man said sarcastically: "Yes."
Chen Huagu led his disciples to inspect the refugees and explained the precautions according to the rules.
"There are fixed pits for both large and small defecation. Men and women are separated. They are not allowed to defecate anywhere. If caught, they will be severely punished! They will be kicked out of Northern Xinjiang!"
"If you are sick, please report it immediately."
Chen Huagu went to Yang Xuan to report.
"More than 20 people are seriously ill, and more than ten of them..."
"I got it, there's a big car accompanying me, take it with you and let's set off!"
Yang Xuan felt that his sadness came suddenly, and he felt a little depressed on the way back.
He asked Han Ji, "Old man, am I a little sentimental?"
As a gentleman, this seems to be a taboo.
Han Ji said in surprise: "Mr. Lang loves his people like his own son!"
Well!
That’s it!
Yang Xuan felt that he was thinking too much.
After camping at night, Han Ji and He Lianyan took a walk in the camp together.
"Mr. Lang is too kind," Han Ji said.
"Are you saying that Lang Jun shed tears today?" He Lianyan glanced at him and said, "Lang Jun comes from a lower class, this is just because he feels the same."
"I thought you would say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad."
"You said it, I didn't."
"This world is not far from chaos. If you want to stand firm in this world, kindness is necessary. But many times, kindness will harm people."
"You mean, the Tang Dynasty is going to be in chaos?"
"Over in southern Xinjiang, the emperor and Yang Songcheng are fighting for power. One is Shi Zhongtang, the other is Zhang Chumao. It is still unclear who will win.
Then came Chang'an. The king of Wei and the king of Yue were competing for the throne. It seemed like the two princes were fighting, but behind the scenes it was a struggle between the emperor and the aristocratic family leader Yang Song."
"It's still early!"
"The older a person gets, the more afraid of death they become. Seeing death approaching, the kind old man who used to be kind will become selfish and strange. The father and son who used to be harmonious will become incompatible with each other.
The emperor only knows power. When he sees death approaching step by step, what do you think he will do?"
"Trouble!" He Lianyan sneered. In this regard, the Emperor of Northern Liao was also a piss-poor.
"That's right, it's a toss." Han Ji said: "If he is not willing to do so, ordinary people will only torment their families at most. But if the emperor is not willing, he will torment the world. He will regard the world as his own chess piece. How can he feel that Just play whatever is fun."
"The refugees in Chang'an are indifferent this time. This is just fun!"
"Yes, he had a great time." Han Ji smiled sadly: "I'm thinking, when everyone in the world is roaring about the foolish king, will he still be able to sit still?"
When the time comes, the boss holds the banner high and shouts, and the world will follow!
"Two things. First, you have forgotten that the powerful families and powerful people in the world have benefited from the emperor. Without the emperor, how could they annex land unscrupulously?"
"What about the second one?" Han Ji smiled.
"Secondly, no matter how many refugees there are, you have to see that life in the south is still good. It is said that there is a lot of fertile land there, but no one is cultivating it. Therefore, the emperor is not playing, he is just enjoying it."
"Haha!" Han Ji said with a smile: "It seems that you have been thinking about some issues recently, which is a good thing. However, I want to remind you that Jin Yiwei is like a mirror. There are many things that you should not interfere with. Don't interfere. .”
Mirror stand, that is the emperor's slave.
As for Jinyiwei, Yang Xuan ordered He Lianyan to take charge, so he had some considerations in this regard.
"I know this better than you."
"Haha!" Han Ji said with a smile: "Some people say, why not let Jinyiwei become a separate yamen of the Jiedushi Mansion?"
"In recent years, many ministers have called for Jingtai to become a separate yamen in the court, away from the control of the emperor." He Lianyan has studied his colleagues deeply, "but no emperor has ever agreed."
"Lang Jun is just the deputy envoy of Jiedu."
"Is it different from an emperor?"
"No way!"
"Then it's over!"
He Lianyan looked at the setting sun and said, "The Jin Yiwei are the eyes and ears of the prince. Anyone who proposes to put the Jin Yiwei under the jurisdiction of the Jiedushi Mansion will have uneasy intentions."
She was guessing who that person was.
"It's Mr. Liu!"
"Liu Sima!?" He Lianyan looked at Han Ji with a cold look in his eyes.
"The next person who opposed him was me." Han Ji smiled calmly.
"Given the relationship between Liu Sima and Lang Jun, even if he wants to give advice on such matters, he will only talk about it privately and publicly..."
"Some people say privately that the royal guards are similar to the mirror. This is a sign of the gentleman's disobedience. In this case, let's just stop them first."
"What is the reason for your objection?"
"The Jin Yiwei is our sharp weapon in Northern Xinjiang to spy on Northern Liao. The fewer people who know about this sharp weapon, the better."
"Did they believe it?"
"Of course they didn't believe it. Later, the five people were transferred to Fengzhou. Fengzhou Sunying took pity on them and sent them all to mines."
"Face doubts with an iron fist, okay?"
"This is just the beginning."
"Is there anything else important?"
"Just wait and see."
Ta-ta-ta!
Several horses came.
"Deputy envoy, thousands of refugees have poured into Qianzhou!"
Yang Xuan was looking at the map and looked up when he heard this.
"catch!"
"Take orders!"
Yang Xuan looked at the junction line between Northern Xinjiang and other parts of the Tang Dynasty on the map and said:
“It’s difficult once, but you can lay the foundation.”
…
The refugees are coming.
There was a severe drought in the north, and the refugees habitually fled to Guanzhong, but they were intercepted.
Then someone spread the word that Northern Xinjiang was accepting refugees.
The refugees didn't believe it at first, but local officials confirmed it.
"Just go!"
An official shouted, watching the refugees heading north, he sneered: "All of them rush to Northern Xinjiang. When these people eat up all the food in Northern Xinjiang, they will eat Yang Xuan's flesh and blood!"
Chang'an received the news.
A voice came from the pear orchard.
"Come here, prepare wine, and spread the singing and dancing!"
…
The beggars in Chang'an like to gather outside Pingkangfang when they have nothing to do, watching the nobles coming in and out, and watching the incense carriages coming in and out.
I don’t know since when, the carriages of nobles began to like to incense... What does it mean? Just hang as many sachets as possible. Wherever the carriage goes, the fragrance will spread everywhere.
This is a symbol of wealth.
In another world, one would definitely say: This is a symbol of high-end.
A luxurious carriage slowly drove into Pingkangfang.
The coachman was richly dressed and proud.
There are many sachets hanging outside the carriage.
The summer wind blows, and the noble atmosphere permeates everywhere.
There were more than twenty beggars squatting on both sides of the square gate. The leader of the beggars said: "Here you go, Erqiao, don't you like this? Hurry up and suck it."
A young beggar was taking a nap. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
“It smells so good!”
"There are new people!" shouted a beggar.
Everyone saw that the newlyweds were a mother and a son, who were both hungry and skinny.
Seeing the carriage, the woman knelt down happily and said, "My mother and son have not eaten for a long time. Please give me a piece of cake! I pray for you morning and night..."
The driver cursed: "Get out!"
A majestic voice came from the carriage, "What's the matter?"
The driver turned around and said, "Mr. Lang, they are two refugees."
"Get away!"
The coachman cracked his whip, which made the child cry out in fright. The woman hugged the child and knelt to avoid it.
"Bitch!"
The coachman spat and drove in.
Just like that, the woman, probably very hungry, sat there exhausted and panting. The child had no strength to cry anymore, and his face was pale.
"This is Chang'an!"
The woman said desperately: "Husband, there is no way to survive in Chang'an!"
Half a piece of cake suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The woman slowly raised her head and saw Erqiao.
"Eat it!"
The woman suddenly grabbed the pancake and brought it to the child's mouth tremblingly, "Erlang, take a bite."
The child opened his mouth, took a trembling bite, chewed slowly, and then swallowed. He choked and rolled his eyes.
The woman patted him on the back and shouted in panic: "Erlang."
Erqiao sighed and went to ask for a bowl of water.
"Drink!"
A bowl of water and half a piece of cake. The child ate most of it, and the woman got a bite.
"You kid, don't you want dinner?"
The beggars gathered around. The leader of the beggars slapped Erqiao, took out a piece of cake and gave it to the woman, "Eat it!"
While the woman was eating the cake, the beggar asked, "Where did it come from?"
"North," the woman said.
"How did you come to Chang'an?"
"There's a drought!" The woman took a sip of water. "There is no way to survive. Those checkpoints are blocking our way. My husband took us on a small path, but he fell to death halfway through exploring the path."
The beggar suddenly laughed and said, "It's not good for you to go anywhere, but you are born in Chang'an."
The woman said: "My husband said that there are many rich people in Chang'an, and His Majesty is here."
The beggar's head was silent.
The woman ate the cake and licked all the crumbs on her hands cleanly.
"At first, some people said that Northern Xinjiang is taking in refugees, but my husband said that Northern Xinjiang is rebellious and cannot go." Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, "They all went, but my family didn't go."
The beggar shook his head, "It is said that a lot of wasteland has been opened up in northern Xinjiang this year. From last year to this year, some people bought a lot of grain from Chang'an, and they all went north."
The mirror boasts that it is well-informed, and that is the upper level. Below, the snake-like beggars have figured out the entire city of Chang'an.
The woman held the child and wiped her tears, "If I had known better, I would have gone to Northern Xinjiang. The whole family would still have a chance to survive."
The beggar said: "Follow us! At least, we will have something to eat."
Beggars all have a sense of territory. This territory belongs to us. Newcomers will come and take it away.
But the mother and son were so miserable that it seemed that Beggar's head moved with compassion.
Erqiao knew that this woman would soon become the beggar's wife.
It may seem cruel, but at this time, it is kindness. Otherwise, it won't take long for the mother and son to either starve to death in a corner or become the target of humiliation by the beggars.
In the end, it is also death!
This is reality, and Erqiao has seen through it.
Everyone leaned against the wall and listened to the woman talking about the situation in the north.
"...The government doesn't care about the drought, so it's not much use for us to carry water ourselves. My husband said that if we don't leave, the whole family will starve to death at home when they run out of food. While we still have the last bit of food, we will set off with it.
Already..."
"Why didn't the government take care of it?" Erqiao asked.
The woman was not full, and her stomach growled, "I don't know! But halfway through, we were outside the county gate and heard two noble people saying they were going to celebrate.
A noble man said that all the farmers have run away, and the land is ownerless. He can go back to the county and buy it with some money... It's so cheap."
Erqiao was stunned, "What is this?"
The beggar had been silent, but now he spoke. "Our natural disaster is their blessing."
Erqiao begged him to tell him what was going on.
The beggar was dozing off, so he said impatiently: "The government has food, and local powerful people also have food. If they all work hard, these disasters won't be a big deal at all."
"Then why don't they try their best?" Erqiao asked.
"If they work hard, where can they buy cheap land?" The beggar closed his eyes, "The farmers have become refugees, and the land is ownerless. The powerful give the government benefits and can buy it at a low price. Do you think
,How did those powerful people make their fortune?"
"Act of God?"
"No, it's a man-made disaster!"
The carriage from earlier came out.
The driver looked at the group of beggars and cracked his whip.
He knew that these idiots would inhale the scent of their own carriages.
"Erqiao, the carriage is here, hurry up and suck it!" A beggar said with a smile.
Erqiao sat there and looked at the carriage.
"Don't suck!"
"Why?"
"I feel the smell of blood! Disgusting!"
(End of chapter)
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