"Five hundred thousand stones..."
On the top of the city wall, Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong with some surprise in his eyes.
He originally thought that he could get at most tens of thousands of stones, but he actually got 500,000 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 and said, "With these 500,000 dan of millet, even if it is not replaced with bran or mixed with sand, it is enough for the people in Fenggu County to survive."
"No, it's not enough."
Jiang Zhihong shook his head and said, "I picked some people and asked them to spread the news throughout Yongzhou, saying that Fenggu County has enough food."
“…”
Xu Chong frowned. "In this case, the survivors will surely flock here. At present, there are at least eight million people in the entire Yongzhou... 500,000 dan of millet?"
The terrain of Fenggu County is like this. Not only is there abundant water resources, but there are also low slopes on all sides except for flat land. It is no problem to accommodate eight million people, not to mention that many people will be lost along the way.
But the problem is that there are only 500,000 dan of corn. Even if all of it is replaced with bran and mixed with sand, it is still far from enough to keep so many people alive.
After all, the maximum proportion of sand and soil that can be mixed in is limited. Adding more will not only fail to save lives, but will actually kill people in disguise.
"I know that 500,000 stones is far from enough."
Jiang Zhihong looked down at the city, the lights reflected in his eyes, "In fact, let alone 500,000 stones, even double it wouldn't be enough."
"Because, for every day these people live, the court's disaster relief will be delayed for another day."
"Unless we have nearly two million shi of grain like Lou Youzhi did back then, we will be able to survive the disaster until the next rice season matures."
Two million koku...
Indeed, Yongzhou is located in the south with a warm climate, which can support the growth of winter rice.
But even if we organize farming now, the harvest will have to wait until the beginning of next spring.
For a full six months, without two million shi of millet to exchange for bran and sand, they would not have been able to sustain that long.
Xu Chong was even more confused, "Then why did you ask everyone in Yongzhou to come here?"
"Why?"
Jiang Zhihong laughed, "To keep them alive."
"I'm not afraid to tell you."
"I have no plans to exchange or mix these 500,000 shi of grain for anything else."
Jiang Zhihong stretched his hand outside the city wall and slowly clenched it: "I will use my Jiang Zhihong's method to make these people... all survive!"
"Your method..."
Xu Chong racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out.
How can a mere 500,000 shi of grain keep so many people alive?
"Don't get involved in this matter."
Jiang Zhihong turned around and looked at Xu Chong deeply. "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 he had a bad feeling in his heart.
At this time, Jiang Zhihong had already turned around and walked down the city wall.
"Yin God!"
Xu Chong didn't even think twice, his spirit left his body and he went to see Jiang Zhihong.
really!
The halo circulating on Jiang Zhihong's body has turned bright red!
This means that Jiang Zhihong will soon be in great trouble!
"how so!"
Xu Chong was horrified.
During this period, he has used the Yin Spirit to see many people.
For example, most of the people outside the city have red bodies.
The same is true for everyone in the city, except the Canglong people.
As for Jiang Zhihong, his skin was white with a slight gray tint from head to toe, indicating that he did not have much time left.
This was the case until I left a few days ago.
Why did it change suddenly?!
Even though Jiang Zhihong's Dao Seed collapsed, he is still at the ninth level of body cleansing.
In the entire Yongzhou, who can kill him except myself?
Xu Chong's spirit returned to his body, his face ashen.
"I want to see, with me here, who in Yongzhou can kill you..."
…
…
With food, the originally turbulent public sentiment soon calmed down.
In just one day, the order that Xu Chong had just arrived was restored.
Starting from the second day, a large influx of people began.
Wave after wave.
The open areas around Fenggu County are being filled and enriched at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It has to be said that Dianshi Chu Wei was a very talented man.
Long before the large number of refugees arrived, a plan was made to select a large number of strong men from the existing refugees outside the city to serve as yamen runners in order to maintain order after the number of people increased.
At the same time, the number of times Jiang Zhihong went out of the city to provide medical treatment increased from twice a day to six times a day.
Even so, it still cannot keep up with the speed of the influx of refugees.
Seeing this, Xu Chong took the initiative to take on the rest.
When Jiang Zhihong's strength has not recovered in time, he will be responsible for going outside the city to provide treatment.
Gradually, he was given the title of 'little miracle doctor'.
In this way, everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Day 5.
A group of strange people came from outside the city.
Although he was wearing the same coarse linen clothes, he was extremely clean and tidy, and his hair was neatly combed, which made him stand out from the crowd.
This group of people did not receive any food or drinks. They just mingled in the crowd and watched from afar , observing everything that happened in Fenggu County.
On the seventh day, the group could no longer sit still.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see."
One of them shook his head and whispered.
"I thought it was disaster relief supplies from the imperial court..."
Another person sighed, "I wonder why they would bypass the three departments and be sent to a mere county town... After all, Mr. Jiang was not appointed as a relief envoy."
"Now it seems that this is not disaster relief from the imperial court at all. It was Elder Jiang who used his connections to scrape together this little bit of food."
Another person spoke in disappointment.
"If he were still the Left Censor-in-Chief, he might be able to provide disaster relief on his own. But now..."
"By the way, did Mr. Jiang really offend Prime Minister Lou so badly? These are nearly 10 million lives, just to vent his anger?"
"Prime Minister Lou... the granaries of various prefectures caught fire and were destroyed overnight. Could it be that Prime Minister Lou had someone do it?"
"You are asking for your life, and you dare to make a blind guess about this?!"
"Uh...you can't choose your words, you can't choose your words."
"The grudges between these big shots are not something that we, a few mere high-ranking officials, can get involved in. It's better for us to go back to the company and hide."
"I hope we won't be implicated..."
"Now refugees from the entire province are rushing here, and the responsibility lies entirely with Mr. Jiang. In theory, the most we can do is dereliction of duty and be dismissed."
"I hope so..."
The group left quietly.
Neither Xu Chong nor Jiang Zhihong realized that the heads of the three military and legal departments of a province had gathered here.
On the eighth day, the number of refugees rushing to Fenggu from all over the place began to drop suddenly.
On the ninth day, in the entire day, only more than 30,000 people arrived.
This massive migration has finally come to an end.
Jiang Zhihong knew that the time he had been waiting for had come.
That night, he took off his black gauze hat and official robe, put on the blue shirt he wore when he retired and returned home, and went up to the top of the city wall.
The night wind blows gently, blowing the rows of green shirts.
Jiang Zhihong just stood there quietly, looking at the densely packed lights in all directions.
Xu Chong 's Yin Spirit also stood quietly, looking at Jiang Zhihong.
Time passes by little by little.
As the sky was about to brighten, Xu Chong had no choice but to return his spirit to his body and use the power of greed for light to guard Jiang Zhihong.
Mao hour.
The light from heaven penetrates the earth.
Tens of thousands of wisps of smoke rose from the porridge stalls.
At this moment, an extremely grand, lonely and unique voice rose up.
"I am Jiang Zhihong."
"People from Gunzhou came to Ji."
"I learned to read at the age of three, and read at the age of five..."
The huge sound spread out and immediately caused a commotion.
After all, they had never imagined that someone could speak so loudly.
But soon, as Jiang Zhihong told the story, millions of refugees were involuntarily immersed in it, following Jiang Zhihong's words and imagining a life of ups and downs.
Jiang Zhihong spoke to himself, his voice amplified a thousand times with greater force.
From studying hard in his childhood to taking the imperial examination in his youth, he was selected as the top scorer and entered the officialdom.
He went from being full of ambition and fame to being repeatedly demoted and falling to the bottom, and then he rose again and became the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate.
It was not until then that someone reacted.
"I remember now! Jiang Qingtian! So he is Jiang Qingtian!"
"No wonder, no wonder the wind drum is different from other places..."
“…”
The crowd began to roar.
But this time it was different, excitement, gratitude and honor accounted for the vast majority of the emotions.
“——Yes!”
Jiang Zhihong raised his head to the sky and howled, "I have claimed that I have spent my whole life for Daqing and the world, but I have never served the people!"
"Without the people, how can there be a world, and how can there be a great celebration?"
"I am really a person who seeks fame and reputation!"
Xu Chong, who had been on high alert and ready to deal with crises, couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Jiang Zhihong.
"Today, I will teach you, the people of Yongzhou, this lesson!"
Jiang Zhihong smiled, "Do you know what martial arts is?"
After hearing these words, Xu Chong was greatly shocked.
He finally understood what Jiang Zhihong was going to do!
Martial arts!
He wants to make the existence of martial arts known to these millions of refugees!
No……
Not public!
Jiang Zhihong wants to teach them martial arts!
"No wonder... No wonder he was so sure that he could save these people..."
Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong in horror.
Only martial arts can make those 500,000 shi of grain produce the effect of 1 million shi, 2 million shi, or even more!
Because of the strength!
Protect the body, increase strength, eliminate diseases, speed up recovery...
There are so many wonderful uses of strength.
The most basic ability is to replace the consumption of food!
The essence of strength is not actually food energy.
Instead, it is the energy from food that ensures the physical condition. When the body is in good condition, the most basic acupoint units in the body can continuously generate extremely exaggerated strength.
For example, Xu Chong can now eat enough food for five months with one meal.
After all, it is because the human body's own potential is too huge.
If we teach martial arts to these refugees, along with 500,000 dan of grain, maybe they can really survive the disaster!
As for whether or not to learn...
Xu Chong had no doubt about this.
Even if one's martial arts aptitude is extremely poor and cannot reach the first level of enlightenment, it will always be no problem to open a few acupoints.
As long as one acupoint can be opened, the rigid demand for food will be reduced.
The more you open, the less rigid demand there is.
What's more, with such a huge base, there will definitely be a group of people with good or even excellent qualifications hidden among the civilians.
Those who take the lead can use their own strength to help others reduce their need for food.
This cycle repeats itself over and over again, and the less food is consumed as time goes by!
As for the problem of the obstruction of knowledge and perception...
If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Zhihong plans to talk about martial arts to these people every day after dawn to offset the obstruction of knowledge and views.
After the disaster, if no one reminds them anymore, they will forget the existence of martial arts. Even if there are millions of martial artists, they will not be able to make any waves.
All in all, it's a stroke of genius.
The only problem…
Xu Chong felt sad.
Jiang Zhihong's move undoubtedly turned millions of people into martial slaves.
How could the court tolerate him?