Just when Yue Fei and his party met a magician, another scene was in Zhuozhou City.

Wang Cong'er walked on the porridge field in the north of the city with his hands behind his back. She looked at the refugees rushing out of the refugee camp and asked worriedly: "Although there have been many slaughtered around recently, refugees from the four borders of Liao Kingdom have been pouring towards the two states of Zhuoyi. There are at least a thousand people every day, and one more living person will have a mouth for eating. How much food is left in Zhuozhou if it is consumed like this?"

The person accompanying Wang Cong'er to inspect the porridge farm was Shen Qingning, the new Danlin Lang. As a native of Yan, he is also one of the few Taoist officials who are well aware of the internal affairs of Zhuozhou. Shen Qingning naturally became a contact person who is indispensable for all matters.

At this moment, he changed into the traditional Taoist official uniform of the Daohai Zongyuan, wearing a silk scarf on his head, a tucked Taoist robe, and a cloud-patterned sword and a Taoist official seal bag hanging around his waist, looking particularly capable.

Regarding Wang Cong'er's problem, Shen Qingning also shook his head: "A few months ago, an envoy came from Yanjing and received the order of Dashi Lin Yajun to ask Zhuozhou to save the autumn grain. But the disciples thought that the army would not be able to do anything without food. They robbed and killed the envoy in private, and pretended that this had never happened. Zhou Zhizhou had seen Shijun show his magical powers, so he pretended to be confused and pushed 625, just pretending that he had never seen the people from Yanjing, which was considered to be confused. Although all the autumn grains this year were put into the official treasury, and there were still the reserves of Changping warehouses in Zhuozhou and Yizhou, the harvest was not good in recent years. If there were more people, I was afraid that I would have to sit and eat the whole mountain."

At the end, he was a little unconfident and quietly moved his eyes to the pots forced to be seized from the surrounding Buddhist temples.

The bookkeeper responsible for ordering the food in the porridge inspection field next to the big pot. Seeing the eyes of the two "Daoguans of the Song Dynasty", he nodded and bowed and came over: "Minister Shen, every day, the villain, etc., all order the grain to the pot himself, and he never used Guanyin soil to make up the amount. The porridge was also thick. The old rules passed down from ancient times in the porridge field will not fall if you insert chopsticks!"

Shen Qingning was about to ask questions, but Wang Cong'er had already spoken: "I see whether you are hosting the porridge shop here or not. Tell me honestly, are there any difficulties in carrying out all matters in the private camp?"

The bookkeeper was also doing old chores. Seeing the "Great Song Fairy" asking questions, he hurriedly bowed: "What are the fairy saying? We are a minor official who has been a thief in the pseudo-Liao for many years. He has only had a bloody sincerity, but has no way to offer himself to the Great Song Heavenly War. Now it is the fairy who is compassionate and has given us a new way, so there is no reason to do it without any care!"

Wang Cong'er has heard these clichés countless times, but she just smiled but didn't say anything.

The bookkeeper looked at the girl who seemed to be only twenty-seven or eight years old, but had a mature charm like a peach. When he saw the other party's evil spirit, he knew it was a bad thing to meet, so he had to lower his head: "We have collected all their old clothes and torn clothes in the camp, boiled them with hundreds of grass roots and slag flowers, and washed them all. The bedbugs, lice, fleas, were still much less. But the yamen really couldn't take out many winter clothes to keep them cold, so he had to burn more bonfires. In this way, more than a hundred elderly people and children would have to fall down every day."

Wang Cong'er listened to the report from the Book Office, looked calm, but felt a little uncomfortable.

In the original time and space, under the co-governance model of Wei Ye and Murong Mu, the Daohai Zongyuan sect actually served as a technocratic work. Although the two north and south prefectures of Daohai Zongyuan also had military operations to fight against external expeditions, they were basically mainly focused on attacking various monsters, monsters and barbarians. The so-called Su Jing Xuandu Mansion "mounted the horse and controlled the army, dismounted the horse and controlled the people" was just the first half, and it was still consistent with the name and reality.

What's more, in the civil affairs chief, they are almost all controlled by Murong Mu's disciples. Even if Su Jing Xuandu Mansion is involved, it is very limited. Only in the military garrison directly led by Su Jing Xuandu Mansion can there be a possibility of making Daohai Zongyuan's disciple show its talents.

However, the number of such reclamation farms is limited after all, and they are actually village chiefs and village chiefs with the title of Taoist official, and have always been regarded as demoted by Taoist officials who are accustomed to military merits. By contrast, God knows what civil affairs talents can be cultivated.

Just like now, although it is said that they have begun to control military affairs, the Taoist officials of Su Jing Xuandu Mansion are used to the rigid military logistics system. If they really start civil affairs work, they will be blind.

For refugees who collected Luoyan land, Su Jing Xuandu Mansion had already set a down-to-earth decision before the mobilization. Whether it was Han'er, Bohai people, Khitan or Female Zhi, the entire Liao territory was the treasure of Daohai Zongyuan, and the population was the top priority. A Liao Kingdom, which had "white bones exposed in the wild, and no rooster crowing thousands of miles away", was not in line with the interests of Daohai Zongyuan.

However, at present, in collecting refugees and allocating materials, the group of lower-level Taoist officials brought by Yan Fulong and Wang Cong'er obviously did not play the expected role.

"The number of casualties and injuries in the private camps should be reduced as soon as possible, otherwise my husband and I will be decent in front of Shijun." Listening to the report from the Book Office, Wang Cong'er made up his mind secretly.

Just when Wang Cong'er was about to show off his strength in the work of sheltering refugees, Yan Fulong temporarily left Zhuozhou City and appeared in Dongguang Lingxu.

Between the peaks of the cave Lingxu, there is a mountain road that has been stepped on by people coming and going, and there is no green at all. At the end of the mountain road is a stone cave.

Yan Fulong, who was standing in front of the cave, knew that the opposite side of the cave was connected to the space-time gate under Zhu Mingshan's house.

The thirty-six Dzi beads embedded in the cave gate flashed slightly. Yan Fulong looked at the clouds surging in the stone cave and walked out of a thin Taoist man. He immediately responded with three steps: "Brother Songshi came to carry food and grass from afar, which is really a blessing! It's not that I, Yan Fulong, said that the army was setting off, and the food and grass were the heaviest. Now, we are gathering refugees in Liao Kingdom, and we must eat horses and chew them. We all look up at Brother Songshi!"

In front of him, Li Ruzhen also returned the favor seriously: "As soon as the Shijun's decree arrived, the food for the relief of refugees had been sent over. Zhu Mingdantian Mansion did not dare to be careless and did his best to satisfy it. As for the relief food and elixirs sent this time, according to the rules, it must be calculated by both of us, and Mrs. Cheng must check the quality before it can be delivered clearly."
Chapter completed!