"Butler Zhang, are they indeed from Xiejiazhuang?"

Huang Dong looked at the few people and looked at Zhang Chongruo with bright eyes.

Zhang Chongruo nodded, feeling a little embarrassed: "They are indeed."

This is not from Zhangjiazhuang, nor is it within his management scope, but when Huang Dong asked, he had to answer.

"Do they have household registration?" Huang Dong looked at the refugees again, withdrew his gaze, and looked at Zhang Chongruo.

Zhang Chongruo thought about it, swallowed his saliva, and then said with difficulty: "Old misses, they may not have a household registration."

"Don't have a household registration, Mr. Zhang, how do you see this?" Huang Dong was shocked, his face changed slightly, and he asked in confusion.

After all, these are not from Zhangjiazhuang, but from Xiejiazhuang.

If it weren't for the people of the Song Dynasty, they would have ignored it at all.

But they were not only the people of the Song Dynasty, but also now live in Changyuan County, which forced him to be careful.

Zhang Chongruo looked at the few people again and said decisively: "Chief Huang Ting, their clothes are so scattered. It seems that Xiejiazhuang has no household registration, and the government has no household registration at all."

Huang Dong looked at these people and fell into thinking: "Do they live in shacks or thatched houses?"

"They are also refugees from other places. It seems that they live in shacks." Zhang Chongruo thought for a while and answered immediately.

"Refugee, shack?" Huang Dong shook his head and smiled jokingly, "Xiejiazhuang is obviously neat, like an ink painting. Where is there a shack?"

"Chief Huang, of course, people outside cannot see it." Zhang Chongruo smiled bitterly, "because they live in the ravine on the other side of the mountain."

"Living in the ravine?" Huang Dongteng stood up from his seat with a angrily voice, pointed at Xiejiazhuang and asked, "Why do they do this?"

"??????????????????????? There are many benefits." Zhang Chongruo's face showed a sarcastic smile, "not only makes Xiejiazhuang as beautiful as ink paintings, but also can avoid inspections by the government."

"It's too much." Huang Dong slapped the table with his right hand, and the teacup almost jumped up, causing the refugees to shrink their necks.

"Fake benevolence and false righteousness. A group of hypocrites." Ren Huanghe glared at Xiejiazhuang, and his favor suddenly plummeted, and he even spitted, "Bah."

Zhang Chongruo shook his head, smiled bitterly, and then bowed: "Chief Huang, what should I do about this?"

"What should I do?" Huang Dong patted the table again and said excitedly, "They are the people of the Song Dynasty. They cannot abandon them. Let them immediately get a household in Zhangjiazhuang and enjoy the treatment of refugees in Zhangjiazhuang."

"Did you hear that? I'm just here to thank the official." Zhang Chongruo's face showed a moving glory, and he didn't expect that this matter would be so easy to solve.

They enjoy refugee treatment, just like Zhang Yiguang, the government found work for them, distributed clothes and rice, and built new houses.

At this time, Hu Bo came over and reported to Huang Dong with a embarrassed expression: "Chief Huang, there is not much clothing and rice. What should I do?"

When a few villagers came to Xiejiazhuang, they were so scared that their pupils shrank and they took a few steps back.

They looked at each other, and for a moment, their whole bodies were as tense as a stone, and their hearts were as deep as they were filled with cold lead.

Is it an excuse that the government is unwilling to distribute, or is there really no food or food?

"I'll send as much as I have, it's not enough to think of my ideas." Fortunately, Huang Dong's words were like the spring breeze in winter, making people extremely warm.

There are about ten people here, but there are only five sets of clothes left and fifty kilograms of rice.

The ten people looked at each other, but they still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

But they have no choice but to make them not from Zhangjiazhuang?

Huang Dong looked at these people with a smile on his face, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

Seeing Huang Dong's smile, these ten people felt better.

Huang Dong asked kindly: "Who are you the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are there?"

Hearing this, the other nine people unknowingly looked at a man in his thirties.

This man has average skin and prominent facial features.

What is more obvious than facial features is that the face seems like a stone, with stubbornness written on it.

"It's just a villain." He shrank his neck first, and it seemed that he was about to retreat, but he quickly raised his head and bowed to Huang Dong.

Huang Dong returned the favor with a little, still smiling, and asked softly: "You are very brave, what is your name?"

"The official has been awarded too much. The villain Xie Qi, whose name is Ziwen, is really poor. He has to make this decision. I hope the official will forgive me." Xie Qi bowed again and said a little embarrassedly.

Although Ren Huanghe didn't speak, he drank tea and observed it.

He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, thinking that Xie Qi was speaking well.

"Ziwen, you can speak," Huang Dong smiled, "How many years have you read?"

"Report to the official, the villain has been studying for five years, and later the Hu people came to Chengdu Prefecture and had to stop their studies." Xie Qi bowed and smiled awkwardly, with a look of pain.

Ren Huanghe sighed in his heart. If Xie Qi had not met a Hu person, there might not be a chance for a Jinshi, and it would be impossible for a Juren or a scholar.

"Damn Hu people, damn it." Huang Dong sighed and then comforted, "Ziwen, but now it's better, the little saint has taken back to Chengdu."

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Xie Qi had a little pain on his face and nodded: "Thank you little saint, it would have been great if the little saint had taken back Chengdu Mansion as soon as possible." "Ziwen, you can cultivate the next generation." After Huang Dong comforted, he said with a smile on his face and said, "You are also here to escape from Chengdu Mansion. How many people are there in total?"

Now there are refugee tenants from Xiejiazhuang coming, and he wants to understand clearly.

He is the head of Xiehe Pavilion, and his management scope includes not only Zhangjiazhuang, but also Xiejiazhuang.

Zhangjiazhuang has basically been taken down, and now it is Xiejiazhuang's turn.

But Xiejiazhuang is not as easy to deal with as Zhangjiazhuang, and is still high-ranking.

They did not recognize him as the pavilion chief and did not take him as the pavilion chief seriously.

The reason is that there is another tribe member of Xiejiazhuang who is a judge on Tongnanfu Road and believes that he has the confidence to fight against Zhaojiazhuang Town.

Refugees are now a breakthrough, and Huang Dong wants to break through here.

Xie Qi was a little hesitant when he heard this.

When Huang Dong saw his expression, he knew that he was worried and still smiled: "Ziwen, are you worried about Xiejiazhuang's revenge? Don't worry, this is the government."

"Official?" Xie Qi's eyes lit up, and then he asked nervously, "Report to the official, can these refugees enjoy the same treatment as those of Zhangjiazhuang refugees? They can all receive rice and clothing, and can they still arrange their lives?"

"This is no problem. They are all citizens of the Song Dynasty and the treatment is the same." Huang Dongzheng nodded with a bright look at Xie Qi and made a promise.

Xie Qi's eyes shone brightly, and his unfair face turned red.

"Thank you, the villain thanks the refugees on behalf of the refugees," he hesitated before saying, "Report to the head of the pavilion that there are about 1,500 refugees on the mountain."

Huang Dongteng said with a whistle, suddenly rolled up from his seat, pointed at Xie Qi and asked, "One hundred or fifty or fifteen hundred? You can explain it clearly."

Hearing Xie Qi's answer, let Huanghe take three steps back, but he didn't hold the teacup in his hand firmly, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Hu Bo was stunned, opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it at all."

"Reporting to the official, it's not one hundred and fifty, but one thousand and fifteen hundred." Xie Qi answered firmly without hesitation.

Huang Dong swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty: "Does these thousand five hundred people have household registration?"

"They are like villains, and they have no household registration." Xie Qi's old face suddenly turned into pig's liver color, and he lowered his head in shame, wishing he could stuff it into his pants.

The other nine refugees looked similar, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at Huang Dong and the others.

No matter how low the tenants have their household registration, they have no household registration at all.

They were extremely conflicted, hoping that the government would help them, but they also hoped that they would not embarrass them, and even expel them from here.

They had already seen that if the number of people is small, the government still has a way, but their number is too large, which makes the government feel embarrassed.

Huang Dong signaled him to sit down and said to him: "Ziwen, is the residence of these 1,500 people a thatched house?"

"Report to the official, thatched houses and shacks each account for almost half." Xie Qi's head, which had just been raised, lowered his head, raised his head and shook his head and said, "How dare the villain sit in front of the official?"

Huang Dong felt extremely heavy and did not expect that there were so many shacks.

He looked at Xie Qi and others and asked casually: "Ziwen, do you live in thatched house or shack?"

"Report to the official, the villain lives in a shack, so the villain dares to come and try." Xie Qi just lowered his raised head again.

"Zi Bian, you are indeed poor and meet the conditions for receiving rice clothes." Huang Dong nodded, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face, which made Xie Qi and others feel friendly. "But today, the rice clothes have been collected almost the same, so I can only understand."

"Thank you, Master." Xie Qi hesitated for a few times, bowed and finally gritted his teeth and asked, "Mr. Master, please ask if you want to build a house when you live in a shack."

He now lives in a shack, cold and humid, and breathable everywhere, and of course he hopes to live in a new residence.

Not only that, the few people who followed him, although they lowered their heads, their eyes secretly looked here and their ears were raised.

"Of course, the house needs to be built, but it is just for the Zhangjiazhuang shack." Huang Dong looked a little embarrassed, "If there are fewer people, you can build them together, but there are too many refugees in Xiejiazhuang, which is a very big problem."

Xie Qi's face was extremely ugly at this time and said in a naughty way: "Official, if that's the case, will we, the refugees from Xiejiazhuang, have no chance to move into the new house?"

"You are all citizens of the Song Dynasty and are in Xiehe Pavilion in Zhaojiazhuang Town. How can this pavilion be ignored?" Huang Dong of course knew Xie Qi and others' thoughts and comforted him, "But you are the second batch of construction."

Xie Qi's face showed a smile of love, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light. He suddenly knelt down at Huang Dong: "Officer Xie Qi."

"Thank you, the official of Xieqi." As soon as he knelt down, the nine people behind who were not far from their age were kneeling down and shouted loudly.

Huang Dong was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support them while trying to get up: "A man has gold under his knees, kneels down on the sky, kneels on his parents, how can he kneel in front of others?"

Hu Bo and Chen Nan and others also felt it was inappropriate, so they hurried forward and pulled them up.

Unexpectedly, these people kneeled on the ground with all their might.
To be continued...