Soon, the group arrived at Maling Village successfully.
He Dayou peeled off the tiger's skin with quick hands and feet.
Everyone grilled the tiger meat.
Song Yang didn't feel any difference when he ate tiger meat. It felt almost like pork, and both were quite tangy.
There are no castrated pigs yet, so the pork tastes really average.
Just as Song Yang was having dinner, twenty-two more refugees came to the village.
All of them were hungry and emaciated, and their mouths watered as they looked at the roasted tiger meat.
However, the attire of people like Song Yang was not easy to offend at first glance, and the refugees only dared to look at them from a distance.
There were only sixteen people on Song Yang's side, so they couldn't finish the tiger.
"Come here." Song Yang waved to them.
The refugees came over cautiously.
"What are your orders, noble man..."
Song Yang shook his head and gave the remaining tiger meat to the refugees.
The refugees were grateful and thanked Song Yang.
Song Yang asked them where they came from, and the refugees said they came from Jianchang.
Jianchang County is a territory of Hongzhou.
However, Jianchang is closer to De'an than to Hongzhou Fucheng.
Therefore, when the refugees suffered a disaster, they simply headed towards De'an.
However, the refugees may have taken a different route and came directly from De'anrao.
Song Yang comforted them and told them how to get to Jiangzhou.
The refugees are naturally grateful.
It was already afternoon after eating tiger meat, and the refugees were not familiar with the road, so they simply stayed in Maling to rest for the night.
I plan to go to Jiangzhou early tomorrow morning.
As a result, Maling's residence was somewhat inadequate.
Originally, most of this small village was burned by fire, and only nine huts were left to live in.
Originally, Song Yang and his group of sixteen people lived comfortably.
Now that there are twenty-two more refugees, the living conditions have suddenly become tense.
It might rain at night during this season.
You can't let people sleep in the wilderness either.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. We can just squeeze in together."
This group of refugees comes from a village, and is led by an old man in his fifties, who is their clan leader.
When questioning the refugees about their origins just now, Song Yang also revealed his identity.
It is a great kindness for a noble prince to give the refugees a roof over their heads to protect them from the wind and rain. How could the refugees dare to ask for too much?
Song Yang wanted to allocate the rooms equally, but the refugees dared not evenly divide them evenly.
In the end, after much refusal, they finally got four rooms, with five or six people crammed into one room.
There are five rooms left on Song Yang's side.
Four smaller guards were assigned to squeeze into one room.
Everyone else is sharing a room with three people.
Song Yang and Fang Zhe lived in the same room, and they also brought a wounded soldier, Gongsun Qi.
Because only Song Yang had good medical skills and could easily take care of him.
This guy started to feel listless in the afternoon and fell asleep just after dusk.
Fang Zhe went over and felt it, and it turned out that he had a fever.
"Your Majesty, this boy has a fever."
"The fever is not very severe. It is probably caused by excessive blood loss. Find a wet towel and give him a cold compress."
Song Yang shook his head. Even if a tough man shed so much blood, nothing would happen to him.
It's pretty good that it lasted until now.
I looked at Gongsun Qi's wound again, but fortunately there was no sign of infection.
Fang Zhe put a towel on Gongsun Qi and boiled a pot of water for emergencies.
"My lord, are you planning to go to De'an?"
After serving Gongsun Qi, it was just sunset.
The two of them moved a few stones to use as stools and sat at the door to chat.
Fang Zhe seemed to have figured out what Song Yang was thinking, so he asked this question.
"Well, I really want to go to De'an. When we find another tiger, we will go to De'an."
"The main thing is to see if De'an wants to move."
Song Yang looked up at the sky.
Fang Zhe and Chen Si asked after a while: "What if the people of De'an don't want to move?"
"Then let them stay." Song Yang answered quickly.
After what happened in Douping Village, Song Yang had new ideas about forced population migration.
"Your Majesty, actually it's not a bad thing for De'an to stay."
"De'an is the southern gate of Jiangzhou. People from Hongzhou, Fuzhou or other prefectures and counties must pass through De'an when they come to the capital of Jiangzhou."
"If you stay in De'an, you can screen the refugees. Of course, it can also be used as a front reception station."
"You can even put the temporary settlement of refugees in De'an and let them continue to Jiangzhou until the quarantine period is over."
Yesterday in Douping Village, Fang Zhe saw that Song Yang's mind had changed, so he also thought about it all night.
When we talked about this matter today, the two of us started discussing it.
"You have a good idea. Yesterday, I just thought that it would be easier for De'an to receive refugees if he stayed here."
"You have thought of a temporary settlement, which is a good idea." Song Yang smiled.
If the food situation in De'an is good enough, the pre-isolation point can be placed in De'an.
The advantage of this is that it can save a lot of food in Fucheng, and it can also save a lot of unnecessary trouble.
The victims who were quarantined from De'an have basically recovered their mentality and can use it directly when they go to Jiangzhou.
"Your Majesty, in fact, if we go by the survival probability of Douping Village, we might even have tens of thousands of people living in the countryside of Jiangzhou."
Fang Zhe mentioned the survival probability of Douping Village, and Song Yang nodded.
"Maybe there will be, but I don't want to force them to move now."
"Besides, keeping them where they are is also a means of developing the territory."
"When we go to De'an, we can find some horses and try to visit some nearby villages."
"Those who want to go to Fucheng can take them to Fucheng. If they don't want to go, we won't force them."
"but……"
"It would be better to merge them. Now there are only dozens of people in one village and it will not be able to develop at all."
As Song Yang talked, he thought of Hecun.
If a village with a small population does not want to be relocated, it is better to merge several nearby villages together.
"What the prince said is that there are more than a hundred people in three or two villages together." Fang Zhe nodded.
He also supports the integration of villages, which will lead to a larger population and faster development.
However, these things need to be seen step by step, and the geographical conditions and humanistic conditions must be met.
As the two of them chatted, it was the first moment of Haishi. The guards came to say hello and then went back to rest.
Song and Yang talked for a while about population migration and rural mergers, and then planned to go back to sleep.
"Hey! My lord, please go back first. I have some abdominal pain..."
As soon as Fang Zhe stood up, he heard a growling sound in his stomach. He probably ate too much tiger meat and it was difficult to digest.
"Haha. Go ahead. I have nothing to do, so I'm just here to look at the stars and keep a lookout for you."
"Don't you dare, don't you dare, go down and go." Fang Zhe quickly waved his hands and said.
"What are you talking about? Go quickly and you'll be out in a moment!"
Song Yang smiled and handed him a torch, asking him to hold it and light it up.
"Cuckoo!"
Fang Zhe's stomach growled so loudly that he couldn't care less about etiquette now.
Taking the torch, he quickly ran behind the haystack on the opposite side and zoomed in.