Around the villa of the Prince's Mansion is a farm called Shangshuizhuang. The people in Shangshuizhuang are all tenants of the Prince's Mansion. The land within a radius of dozens of miles is the property under Zhao Yan's name. The people in Shangshuizhuang rely on farming for the Prince's Mansion to make a living. In addition, the villa sometimes needs manpower to repair it, so they also recruit people from Shangshuizhuang.

In a field at the east end of Shangshuizhuang, two gangs were confronting each other nervously. Among them, the group of people who were backed by Zhuangzi were mostly middle-aged men, standing on the ground holding farm tools, shouting loudly to let the people in front of them leave. It seemed that they were from Shangshuizhuang. Opposite them were a group of muddy people, one by one, one by one, the old man's pleading and the children's crying. It was probably also people who escaped from the city. The young people among the victims were also full of anger, clenched their fists and wanted to rush up to fight with the people in Shangshuizhuang, but were held tightly by their families.

"What's going on?" When Zhao Yan came here, he saw the scene above, and it seemed that the fight would start immediately, so he asked loudly.

With Zhao Yan's arrival, the escorts of the royal family who came with him immediately separated the two gangs. When the tenants of Shangshui Village saw Zhao Yan's master coming, they all seemed to have a backbone, looking up at the opposite side with their chests raised, while the fleeing people on the opposite side had a dark face. The young man who came out of the other side knew that he had an extraordinary identity at a glance, and this was not something they could provoke.

"Old Fu, let each side send a person in charge to come out. I want to ask what's going on?" Zhao Yan saw that no one was injured on both sides, so he felt relieved and ordered. Just now, the people from the royal palace came to report that the people from Shangshui Village were about to fight with the people outside. The specific reason was not clear. As the master of Shangshui Village, Zhao Yan naturally could not sit rudely.

Lao Fu agreed and turned around to negotiate with both sides. After a while, a middle-aged man with a greasy face walked out of the group of young men in Shangshui Village, ran to Zhao Yan with a smile on his face and saluted: "The villain is the head king of Shangshui Village, please pay homage to the prince Qiansui!"

The fleeing people heard that the young man in front of him turned out to be a prince, and each of them looked like a rust. Some people immediately wanted to leave, but they did not dare to move, for fear of accidentally angering the prince. However, there were also brave people. Finally, Lao Fu brought an old man in his fifties and sixties. Although his expression was very nervous, he finally saluted Zhao Yan and said, "Little old man Zhu Hong, pay homage to the prince Qiansui!"

"No need to be polite. Now everyone on both sides is here. Tell me why I confront you here?" Zhao Yan waved his hand and asked them to stand up.

As soon as Zhao Yan finished speaking, Wang Qi from the head of the village rushed to say, "Your Majesty, it's all the fault of these fleeing people. We have already asked people to guard the village and told the fleeing people not to enter the village, but these people just refused to listen and insisted on breaking into the village. We had no choice but to ask the master to block them in the village..."

Before Wang Qi could speak, the old man Zhu Hong also began to scream: "The prince Qiansui, the little old man and others have no choice but to do anything. Our homes in the city were flooded. Any places without water in the city were already crowded with people. We really had no place to go, so we had to go out of the city to find a place without water to rest. However, in this radius of hundreds of miles, only Shangshuizhuang can live in the place, so we also asked the prince to show our compassion and let me wait for a rest in the village and get some hot water to drink. The adults in the crowd were nothing, but the children could not stand it!"

When Zhu Hong said it at the end, tears fell down. His two-year-old grandson was also among the crowd behind him. From the day before yesterday to the present, the child has never drunk a sip of water and his throat is hoarse.

When Zhao Yan heard Zhu Hong's words, he felt very sympathetic. When he left the city yesterday, he had already seen many tragic situations of the victims. He was unable to rescue him at that time, but now he has settled down and just opening the village to let these victims rest, this is not a big deal for him.

"Prince, these escaped people are pitiful, but there are hundreds of people in the village. If these victims are allowed to enter the village, if something happens, the women and children in the village will not survive!" Wang Qi saw that Zhao Yan's attitude was a little loose, and immediately begged.

Wang Qi and the others did not allow the victims to enter the village, not because they were selfish and cruel, but because they knew that this flood could not be retreated in one or two days. If the victims were allowed to enter the village, after a long time, the food brought by the victims would be eaten and drunk, but the victims would be tired and hungry and had no place to live. These victims were jealous and were likely to have conflicts with the villagers, and the number of victims was more than that of the villagers, so the villagers often suffered losses. This kind of thing has not happened. A few years ago, the village was burned and killed by the victims. In the end, even the government had no choice, because there were too many victims involved in the robbery and murder. Not only could they not be able to find out, but even if they were found out, it would not be possible to arrest everyone in the end.

"Wang Qi, is there any place nearby to live in the village?" Zhao Yan sighed and asked Wang Qi. He looked at the mud-covered children and old people among the victims, and he was really reluctant to drive them away.

"This..." Although Wang Qi was unwilling to let these victims stay, since it was the prince who asked, he could not help but answer, so he thought for a moment, "Qi Bi, the threshing ground is not far from the west end of the Zhuangzi, where there are some firewood and grass piles. You can sleep by digging a nest from the pile of firewood and grass. In addition, there are two broken kilns next to the threshing ground, which can also be used to live in people."

"Very good, Wang Qi, the rain this year is too heavy, I guess there is no harvest in the village. I am now in charge and I will waive your rent this year. However, you have to help these victims settle down at the threshing ground!" Zhao Yan made a decision with a decisive sound. Lao Fu next to him wanted to stop it, but it was too late. He opened his mouth several times but still couldn't say anything.

When Wang Qi heard that the prince had waived the rent for this year, he immediately nodded without hesitation and said that the rain this year was too heavy, and the crops in the fields were almost drowned, and the yield must have been affected. He was still worried about the rent, but today he wanted to see Zhao Yan, just to ask the prince's mansion to charge less rent. Unexpectedly, the prince would waive all of them as soon as he spoke.

"Thank you for your kindness in Qiansui! Thank you for your kindness in Qiansui!" When the old man Zhu Hong heard Zhao Yan agree to let them stay, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed in excitement. Although it was not in the village, it was already a big wish for them to have a place to live.

Seeing that Zhu Hong was so old, Zhao Yan hurriedly helped him up and said, "You can live there, but I am ugly in front of you. Since you live in this king, everything must be followed by my arrangements, and you must never break into the village, otherwise don't blame me for turning against others!"

"Yes, yes, yes~, the prince is a thousand years old, but please rest assured, the old man and others are hungry and cold now, and it is already a blessing for the prince to have a place to settle down. We will definitely not forget the prince's kindness, nor will we violate the prince's rules!" Zhu Hong was already happy and said incoherently. When he thought that he could finally have a dry place to sleep in a few days, he now wanted to kneel down for Zhao Yan again.

When Zhu Hong went back and told other victims about Zhao Yan's agreement to take them in, a burst of cheers immediately broke out among the victims who were originally dead. Then these people knelt down and kowtowed in the direction where Zhao Yan was, which made Zhao Yan unable to stop him.

After suffering from the victims' worship, Zhao Yan also decided to do a good job to the end. At this moment, he asked the guards of the royal palace to help the victims maintain order. He also came to the threshing farm at the west end of Zhuangzi with Wang Qi. This threshing farm was where the seeds were crushed with a stone mill after receiving wheat or grains, and then dried them for a few days before they could be packed and piled into the warehouse.

The area of ​​the threshing farm is large, larger than that of the playground of ordinary schools. The ground is full of wheat straw, grass, etc. These are the fuel used by villagers to cook and burn fire. Next to the threshing farm, there are two huge earthen bales. This is the broken kiln in Wang Qi's mouth. It used to be used to burn bricks, but now it has been abandoned.

There were thousands of men, women, young and old among the disaster victims, and the two broken brick kilns could not be occupied at all. Zhao Yan directed the guards to let the elderly and children go to the brick kiln to rest first. The remaining people directly took out the holes under the pile of firewood, which was very dry and allowed people to live in it. Of course, this was only temporary. After all, these people were exhausted. Zhao Yan planned to wait for them to rest for a day before letting these people build some simple sheds. After all, sleeping under the pile of haystacks is not a long-term solution.

After finally resettling these victims, Wang Qi brought the villagers to boil hot water and sent it over. As a result, the victims were once again grateful to Zhao Yan. They saluted Zhao Yan with hot water and thanked Zhao Yan. After these people finished drinking the hot water and had heat on their bodies, they all fell asleep. The men's snoring sounded, and even the most naughty children fell asleep quietly in the brick kiln. It seemed that they were really tired these days.

Zhao Yan took Lao Fu and others back to the villa. It was already noon. Xiao Douya had been waiting for him at the door of the inner house. Because Zhao Yan had not eaten lunch yet and had not given Cao Ying a second injection, Xiao Douya was almost in a hurry. Now when he saw Zhao Yan coming back, he immediately took him to the restaurant for dinner.

Now Zhao Yan's meal specifications have finally improved. Although all the four stir-fry dishes are vegetarian, they taste good. Zhao Yan has been busy all morning and has been hungry for a long time. She finished the meal voraciously. Then she came to Cao Ying's room with the injection stuff.
Chapter completed!