On the top of the city, Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong with some surprise in his eyes.
He thought he could get tens of thousands of stones at most, but he actually got half a million stones.
"Oh, what's so surprising."
Jiang Zhihong smiled and said, "If I were still in that position, I could get one million stones."
"All right……"
Xu Chong nodded, "With these five hundred thousand stones of corn, even if it is not replaced with bran or mixed with sand and soil, it will be enough for the people in Fenggu County to survive."
"No, not enough."
Jiang Zhihong shook his head, "I selected some people and asked them to go to various places in Yongzhou to spread the news that there is enough food in Fenggu County."
"..."
Xu Chong frowned, "If this happens, the survivors will definitely swarm in, and now, there are at least eight million people in Yongzhou... half a million stones of corn?"
The topography of Fenggu County is here, not only with abundant water resources, but also with flat land on all sides, there are also some low slopes. It is not a problem to accommodate eight million people, not to mention that there will be a lot of damage on the road.
But the problem is that there are only 500,000 stones of corn. Even if they are all replaced with bran and sand is mixed in, it is far from enough for so many people to survive.
After all, the maximum proportion of sand mixed with soil is only that much. Any more will not only fail to save lives, but will actually kill lives in disguise.
"I know, five hundred thousand dan is far from enough."
Jiang Zhihong looked at the city, with the lights reflected in his eyes, "In fact, not to mention half a million stones, even doubling it will not be enough."
"Because every day these people live, the court's disaster relief will continue to be delayed for another day."
"Unless we have nearly two million shi of grain like Lou Youzhi did back then, it is possible to wait until the next season's rice matures and survive the disaster smoothly."
Two million stones...
Indeed, Yongzhou is located in the south and has a warm climate that can support the growth of winter rice.
But even if we organize farming now, it will be the beginning of next spring when we wait for the harvest.
For a full six months, without two million stones of corn to replace the chaff and mix it with sand, it would not have been able to last that long.
Xu Chong became even more confused, "Then why did you ask the entire Yongzhou people to come here?"
"Why?"
Jiang Zhihong chuckled, "In order to let them survive."
"I'm not afraid to tell you."
"I don't even plan to exchange or mix anything with these five hundred thousand stones of grain."
Jiang Zhihong stretched out his hand outside the city wall and held it slowly: "I will use Jiang Zhihong's method to let these people... all survive!"
"Your method..."
Xu Chong racked his brains and still couldn't figure it out.
How can so many people survive with only half a million stone grain?
"Don't get involved in this matter."
Jiang Zhihong turned around and took a deep look at Xu Chong, "You are still young and will be more useful than an old man like me in the future."
Xu Chong's expression suddenly changed, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
At this time, Jiang Zhihong had already turned around and descended from the city wall.
"Yin Shen!"
Without even thinking about it, Xu Chong immediately left his body and went to see Jiang Zhihong.
really!
The halo flowing on Jiang Zhihong's body has turned bright red!
This means that Jiang Zhihong will be in disaster soon!
"how so!"
Xu Chong was horrified.
These days, he has seen many people with his Yin Shen.
For example, most of the people outside the city are red.
The same is true for people in the city, except for the Canglong people.
As for Jiang Zhihong, he is white and slightly gray from beginning to end, indicating that his life is short.
This was the case until I left a few days ago.
Why did it suddenly change?!
Even if Jiang Zhihong's Taoism collapsed, he is still at the ninth level of body cleansing.
In the entire Yongzhou, who can kill him except myself?
Xu Chongyin returned to his body with an ashen complexion.
"I want to see who can kill you with me here in Yongzhou..."
…
…
With food, the originally turbulent public sentiment quickly calmed down.
In just one day, the order that Xu Chong had just arrived was restored.
Starting from the second day, there was a large flow of people.
Wave after wave.
The open areas around Fenggu County are being filled in and enriched at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I have to say that Dian Shi Chuwei is an extremely talented person.
Even before a large number of refugees arrived, plans were made to select a large number of civilians from the original refugees outside the city to serve as government officials, in order to maintain order after the number of people increased.
At the same time, the number of Jiang Zhihong's trips out of the city for medical treatment increased from twice a day to six times a day.
Even so, it still cannot keep up with the rate of refugee influx.
Seeing this situation, Xu Chong took the initiative to take on the rest.
When Jiang Zhihong's strength is restored in the future, he will be responsible for going outside the city for treatment.
Gradually, he also became known as a ‘little miracle doctor’.
In this way, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
Day five.
A group of strange people came outside the city.
Although he was wearing the same coarse linen clothes, he was extremely clean and tidy, and his bun was meticulously taken care of, making him look out of place with the people around him.
This group of people did not receive food or drink, and just mingled with the crowd and watched from a distance, watching everything that happened in Fenggu County.
On the seventh day, the group couldn't sit still.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see."
One person shook his head and whispered.
"I thought it was the court's disaster relief materials that arrived..."
Another person sighed, "I still wonder why he bypassed the Third Division and was sent to a mere county... After all, Mr. Jiang was not appointed as a relief envoy."
"Now it seems that this is not the court's disaster relief at all. Mr. Jiang used his connections to cobble together such a small amount of food."
Another person spoke in disappointment.
"If he wants to provide disaster relief on his own, it would be possible if he were still the censor of Zuodu. Now..."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Jiang really offended Mr. Lou so hard? This cost nearly ten million lives, just to vent his anger?"
"Prime Minister Lou... there was a fire in the granary of each government and it was destroyed overnight. Could it be that the Prime Minister Lou had someone do it?"
"You don't want your life, how dare you even guess at this?!"
"Uh...you don't choose what you say, you don't choose what you say."
"The grievances between these big shots cannot be interfered with by a few high-ranking officials like us. It is better to go back to the department and hide."
"I hope we won't be implicated..."
"Right now, refugees from the entire province are rushing here. The whole responsibility lies with Mr. Jiang. Theoretically, the most we can do is dereliction of duty and dismissal."
"I hope..."
This group of people just left quietly.
Neither Xu Chong nor Jiang Zhihong noticed that the heads of the three military, political and legal departments of the province had gathered here.
On the eighth day, the number of refugees rushing to Fenggu from all over the country began to plummet.
On the ninth day, only more than 30,000 people arrived throughout the whole day.
This massive migration has finally come to an end.
Jiang Zhihong knew that the time he had been waiting for had arrived.
That night, he took off his black gauze hat, took off his official robe, put on the green shirt he wore when he returned to his hometown as an official, and went to the top of the city.
The night wind blew gently, blowing the green shirts in rows.
Jiang Zhihong just stood quietly, looking at the dense lights in all directions.
Xu Chong's Yin Shen also stood quietly, looking at Jiang Zhihong.
Time passes little by little.
The sky was getting brighter, so Xu Chong had no choice but to return to his body as a yin spirit, and turned to greedy light to guard Jiang Zhihong.
Mao Shi.
The sky's light penetrates the earth.
Tens of thousands of smoke curled up from the porridge shed.
At this moment, an extremely majestic and arrogant voice rose together.
"I'm Jiang Zhihong."
"People from Gunzhou come to help."
"I can read at the age of three and study at the age of five..."
Loud sounds spread, causing a commotion immediately.
After all, they had never imagined that someone could speak so loudly.
But soon, as Jiang Zhihong narrated, millions of refugees couldn't help but be immersed in it. Following Jiang Zhihong's words, they imagined a life with ups and downs.
Jiang Zhihong spoke to himself, his voice amplified a thousand times in strength.
From studying hard when he was a child, to taking the imperial examination as a young man, he was selected as the number one scholar and entered the officialdom.
From being full of ambition and becoming prominent for a while, to being demoted one after another and falling into the trough, he then rose up and became the censor of Zuodu in the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Only then did anyone react.
"I remembered! Jiang Qingtian! It turns out he is Jiang Qingtian!"
"No wonder, no wonder Fenggu is different from other places..."
"..."
The crowd started to roar.
But this time it was different. Excitement, joy, and honor accounted for the majority of the emotions.
"——Ran!"
Jiang Zhihong looked up to the sky and roared, "I pride myself on serving Daqing and the world all my life, but I have never done anything for the people!"
“Without the people, how could the world come to be and how could Daqing come to be?”
"I am really a person who is seeking fame and reputation!"
Xu Chong, who had always been vigilant and prepared to deal with the crisis, couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Jiang Zhihong.
"Today, I will teach you this lesson for the people of Yongzhou!"
A smile appeared on Jiang Zhihong's face, "Do you know what martial arts is?"
As soon as these words came out, Xu Chong was greatly shocked.
He finally understood what Jiang Zhihong was going to do!
Martial arts!
He wants to reveal the existence of martial arts to these millions of refugees!
No……
Not publicly!
Jiang Zhihong wants to teach them martial arts!
"No wonder...no wonder he is so sure that he can save these people..."
Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong in horror.
Only martial arts can make the five hundred thousand stone of food exert the effect of one million stone, two million stone, or even more!
Because of strength!
Protect the body, enhance strength, eliminate diseases, accelerate recovery from injuries...
There are so many wonderful uses of strength.
And the most basic and basic ability is to replace the consumption of food!
The essence of the birth of strength is actually not food energy.
Rather, food energy ensures physical condition. If the body is in good condition, the most basic acupoint units in the body can continuously produce strength, which is extremely exaggerated.
For example, Xu Chong can now eat one meal for five months.
Ultimately, the potential of the human body is too great.
If martial arts are taught to these refugees and half a million shi of food, maybe these people can really survive the disaster!
As for whether to learn or not...
Xu Chong has no doubt about this.
Even if your martial arts aptitude is extremely poor and you can't reach the first level of Qiao Acupoints, there will always be no problem in opening a few acupoints.
As long as one acupuncture point can be opened, the rigid demand for food will be reduced by part.
The more you open, the less this hard requirement becomes.
What's more, with such a huge base, a group of people with excellent or even excellent qualifications hidden among the common people will definitely emerge.
These people who take the lead can use their own strength to help others reduce their need for food.
This cycle goes on and on, the further to the back, the less food is consumed!
As for the problem of cognitive impairment...
If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Zhihong planned to lecture these people on martial arts every day after dawn, in order to offset the obstruction of knowledge and vision.
After the disaster is over and no one reminds them again, they will forget the existence of martial arts. Even millions of warriors will not be able to make waves.
All in all, it can be called a stroke of genius.
The only problem...
Xu Chong felt sad.
Jiang Zhihong's move undoubtedly turned millions of people into martial slaves.