Outside the moat, several groups of soldiers dispersed to maintain order and strictly prohibit refugees from entering.
The refugees may have objections, but at this time they are all lining up obediently, waiting for the porridge factory to deliver porridge. The speed of the state government is still very fast.
Not long after the two men left, the first batch of porridge had already begun to be poured out.
“The granaries have been opened to store grain!”
All the refugees were overjoyed. Not only the porridge factory began to give out porridge rice, but in the distance, a large number of victims who had received porridge and rice built simple sheds under the command of a large number of government officials.
“With tens of thousands of refugees, no land and no food, how long can Qingzhou Granary last?”
There are also people who have worries.
The mighty tens of thousands of people, the universal team, naturally also have scholars who have literary words.
Yang Yu and Monk Jese were walking in the temporary place outside the moat, listening to the messy noises, and they were not very optimistic.
Once the number of people exceeds 10,000, there are huge crowds of people. Disaster relief is easy to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult.
How much is the daily ration of tens of thousands of people? Needless to say, how much is the excretion alone?
If there is no one to clean it up, the moat will be cut off for at least half a month.
“I just hope that Mr. Xu is really capable of taking care of these refugees.”
Jingse sighed slightly in his heart.
Martial arts are really not of much use in situations like this. Extreme martial arts cannot solve the livelihood problems of tens of thousands of people.
“Let’s go to the city first.”
Yang Yu settled the horses and returned to the city with Jiese.
At this time, Qingzhou City was heavily guarded and there was no household registration road guide. Even if you had money, you could not enter the city gate. Even the monk Jingse who followed Yang Yu had to show the road guide.
Qingzhou City suddenly became lively.
The spacious street was actually a bit crowded at this time. People were rushing to tell each other to come and see Xu Wenji. Some people heard that a large number of refugees had arrived and wanted to sell goods.
More people are naturally the laborers and government servants who transport grain from the city.
For a time, the streets and alleys were very noisy, and Yang Yu, who had superhuman senses, suddenly frowned.
“Master Xu ordered that hoarding and gathering in groups is strictly prohibited. No grain dealer shall hesitate to sell or raise the price of grain! Those who have surplus grain at home must not panic buy grain!”
At the grain shops all over the long street, there were government servants shouting loudly.
But it was just a shout. There were too many people rushing to buy food.
The arrival of a large number of refugees has broken the balance of Qingzhou. The inner city is still unknown, but the outer city is already a mess.
Everyone who had some money in their hands joined in the crazy buying.
“Show off your power!”
Yang Prison shook his head heartily.
Xu Wenji arrived only half an hour ago. Qingzhou City is so big that the news should not have spread so widely, and the people should not have been so alert to grab food.
It goes without saying that this is a show of force.
“The grain sellers didn’t dare to raise prices, but they still couldn’t buy grain... Most of the people queuing up in front of various grain shops were their own family members.”
He withdrew from the crowd with a wry smile, his face a little ugly.
Qingzhou is not Yudu Dao, and his identity as a monk of Fulong Temple is of no use at all. He should not be able to buy it, but he still can't.
“The local snakes in Qingzhou are not Nie Wendong, but the Four Families.”
Yang Yu had known this for a long time.
Nie Wendong has been in charge of Qingzhou for a long time, but the four major families have been rooted for more than a hundred years, and their influence has penetrated into every aspect, even if they are obedient on the surface.
If you use random means in secret, no matter how good the government decree is, it will not be carried out.
The price has increased and food has become more affordable.
Without price increase, food will be unavailable!
“The young monk wanted to do his best, but who knew...”
The ring color was slightly frustrated. He was not mellow. He paid silver to buy it, and he didn't buy half a grain of rice noodles.
"Hahaha!"
Not far away, a burst of laughter burst out. The two of them looked sideways and saw a scribe smelling of alcohol being thrown out of the restaurant.
Some of the waiters cursed and spoke in a bad tone.
But the scribe laughed drunkenly: "You guys don't want to look down on others. You need to know that my noble man, Kong Xiucai, has arrived!"
“I see that you are a scholar, so how much money do I owe you on credit? But apart from drinking every day, you don’t think about anything else. Not to mention studying to prepare for exams, you can just be a clerk in the Yamen!
But you..."
The slightly rich shopkeeper shook his head and sighed:
"For a person like you, how can any noble person be willing to support you?"
“Haha, old shopkeeper, haven’t you heard this before? Xu Wenji of Yunzhou, a veteran of two dynasties, and Minister of the Ministry of War!”
The scholar Kong staggered and seemed to be unsteady.
Hearing these words, both the drinkers and passers-by burst into laughter.
They all laughed at him for being a failed scholar who actually relied on Mr. Xu and overestimated his abilities.
“Just take a good look!”
Kong Xiucai didn't know what he was talking about and staggered towards the inn. The other drinkers and passers-by were very interested and followed him to see his joke.
“This benefactor does have some knowledge.”
Jingse’s expression was slightly serious, but he nodded:
“They only thought that they could not rely on a scholar, but they did not expect Master Xu to come alone. Apart from an old servant, there would be no one else available..."
Monk Jingse still talked a lot. Yang Yu was not surprised, but he was too lazy to reply to him.
He casually sent him to the inn, and Yang Yu returned to the six gates with his sword in hand and handed over the task.
The six gates were deserted, and the flow of people was not dense. When they saw him coming, many people had strange expressions on their faces.
Yang Prison ignored him and went to deliver the task, fetched some elixirs, and reviewed some files. It was not until dark that he bid farewell to Old Zhaotou and left the case office.
He returned home unhurriedly, closed the door, and lit the oil lamp. Yang Yu suddenly opened the window, stood up, and sneaked back to the street where Liu Men was located.
Looking around, Yang Yu carefully used his strength to climb up to the roof of the restaurant closest to the six doors.
Even though it was the nearest one, it was still far away. Looking down from a high position, with his eyesight, he could barely see the six-door station.
The six doors at night are very quiet. From a distance, it seems that there is no one there.
Liu Mengan's business of arresting criminals and seizing people is not lacking in the martial arts of concealing one's appearance. Any arrester is good at capturing people, so Yang Prison will naturally not get too close.
“Mr. Shi left and never came back, but I returned safely. If this Mrs. Shi still has helpers, they will definitely take action.”
Yang Yu’s eyes flickered.
His return to the city must not be hidden from anyone who is interested, not to mention that he went to Liumen specifically.
Having waited, half an hour passed.
Yang Yu was very patient. Sure enough, not long after, he saw a black shadow walking out of the back door of the six doors. It flickered a few times and went far away.
“Sure enough…”
Yang Prison breathed a sigh of relief.
With a gentle step, I walked down to the restaurant and followed him not far or near.
Unexpectedly, the black shadow didn't go very far. It turned around a few times and actually returned to an alley not far from the six doors.
“There seems to be something wrong... This smell is a bit like...”
Yang Yu lowered his body and frowned.
Not long after the man entered the alley, a group of people came out. Looking at their clothes, they looked like night pilgrims. He had an excellent sense of smell.
Among the pungent stench, he smelled another smell.
“Fire oil?!”
Yang Yu’s heart was slightly shaken:
“We didn’t even open the granary to store grain for half a day, so we’re going to burn the granary?!”
The refugees arrived, opened warehouses to store grain, and made firewood at night. These piles of things were put together, and it was hard for Yang Yu not to have such associations.
“Nie Wendong? Four major families? Or...”
Yang Yu's mind was racing with thoughts, and he was full of doubts and surprises, but he didn't stop and continued to pursue him.
This group of people were not night pilgrims. They all had martial arts skills. They moved very quickly and very carefully. They made many detours along the way, but they still reached the granary very quickly.
Qingzhou City is an important border defense city. Not only does it have a granary, but it also needs to be replaced with new ones every year to ensure wartime usage.
It was dark where the granary was.
The area around here is completely deserted, and the nearest residents are hundreds of feet away. It is strictly forbidden to bring any open flames or fires near.
Beyond the tall walls, there are soldiers patrolling, which is considered to be heavily guarded.
"This group of people actually dared to burn down the granary..."
Yang Yu’s eyes turned cold.
Qingzhou Granary is not only used during wartime. If there is a major disaster in Qingzhou, food rescue will also need to be dispatched. Even if Qingzhou City is short of food, it will also need to be dispatched.
Once it is burned down, not to mention the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, everyone in the city will be panicked and there will be chaos.
“So cruel, so cruel!”
Yang Yu felt cold and couldn't help but hold the long bow behind his back.
“Let them burn!”
At this moment, a low and cold voice floated from behind.
"who?"
Yang Yu was alert, turned around and backed away, and saw a figure jumping down from a tall building not far away. The figure was like an eagle, coming quickly and falling lightly.
He was dressed in gray robes, with an ordinary and slightly thin figure, a sallow complexion, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars.
Yang Yu recognized that this man was the old servant who led Xu Wenji's horse during the day. Judging from his aura, he was probably not weaker than Deputy Commander Qi Gang.
“It’s a knife, a sword, and a bow on your back. You’re young, but you’ve learned a lot...”
Glancing at Yang Yu lightly, Huang Sixiang looked at the granary with a cold expression:
“This Qingzhou is really rotten to the core. The Lord has only been here for half a day and he is already impatient to make him take the blame..."
“Take the blame?”
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed: "This granary?"
“It’s empty, it’s already empty!”
Huang Sixiang snorted coldly:
"If the rats get in, they will starve to death. The food has been emptied out..."
“Empty…”
Even though he had already made some guesses, Yang Yu’s face couldn’t help but twitch when he heard this:
"If that's true, Qingzhou is really in a mess..."
"Not just Qingzhou? Ever since the old prince was seriously injured, Longyuan Road has been in bad condition..."
Huang Sixiang sneered:
“It’s an empty warehouse, let them burn it! After burning it, it’s time to settle the accounts!”
“It’s gone! Put out the fire, put out the fire!”
The two of them had only exchanged a few words before a shrill cry echoed through the night sky, followed by a raging fire that could be seen from half of Qingzhou!
Red flames dyed the night red, and Qingzhou City, which had not yet fallen asleep, was completely boiling.
“Burn it, burn it.”
Huang Sixiang’s face was as dark as water, and he suddenly turned his head: “Where are you going?”
“You come to put out the fire.”
Yang Yu has one foot down and a long bow in his hand: