Moreover, the area around Huailin and Yuhuai was mostly inhabited by Qiang people and Wu'an people, and was the center of trade between Wu'an and the Qiang Kingdom and the countries to the west of the Qiang Kingdom.

If the Qiang people take the opportunity to do something again, the people who have just suffered from the flood may be easily incited and lead to civil unrest!

After thinking about all this carefully, Meng Shulan broke out in a cold sweat.

Is it possible that the floods in Zhanghuai were caused by the Qiang people?

It is now mid-October and the rainy season has passed.

Even if the weather is abnormal, the Zhanghuai area is a flood-prone area, and water conservancy works are subject to annual maintenance.

Therefore, even in the rainy season, large-scale floods rarely occur. People are often prepared, and even if floods occur, there will not be much casualties or losses.

It was under such circumstances that unprecedented flooding occurred in the Zhanghuai area during the non-rainy season!

Thinking of this, Meng Shulan couldn't sit still.

"Aqing, please write a letter and send it to Tahrir as soon as possible, telling Suifeng to collect relief materials first and transport them to Fenhan City near the Xiangzhang River in Western Xinjiang within one month."

Meng Shulan went through various plans in his mind one by one, and finally found a relatively good proposal, "After I left Jicheng, I immediately rushed to Fenhan City to escort the supplies south, and tried to reach Yu by mid-December.

Huai.”

"The roads in the North are bound to be blocked by heavy snow at this time of year. You must be careful on your way back from Yuhuai to the North."

Meng Shulan solemnly warned Yan Qing.

He knew that if someone really wanted to assassinate General Yan Zhongqi, the best way would be to create an accident while the ice and snow melted during the transition between spring and summer.

During the time when the mountain was closed by heavy snow, even if General Yan Zhongqi was killed and everyone speculated that something had happened to him, he would still have to wait until it was time to return from inspection.

If you are still counting on luck, I am afraid that no report will be made until we search for people in the mountains in midsummer and confirm the death of General Yan Zhongqi.

The time difference between this was long enough for the Twelve Soldiers of the Snowfield to attack the situation without Guo Youning being aware of it.

Yan Qing must rush to the north by the end of December, which is the fastest time calculated.

The Xiangzhang River originates from Guoleimu Snow Mountain, the junction between the Northland and the Snowy Tribe, and goes south to the sea.

If it's summer, traveling by water from Yuhuai to Beidi will only take a month and a half at most.

But in winter, the section of the Xiangzhang River starting one kilometer up from Jicheng is almost completely frozen, and ships cannot move at all. They can only ride horses, and horses are not easy to walk in the snow.

In December, when you walk north and enter the northern Xinjiang area, a horse's hoof can sink half of its leg into it!

In snowy days, it is almost impossible to travel at night. If there is a snowstorm, it may be delayed for several days.

Calculating all these circumstances, it will take at least two or three months to get from Yuhuai to Beidi, even if we take a detour to the northern part of Western Xinjiang where there is less wind and snow.

If we still want to catch the person behind it, if we set off from Yuhuai at the end of December, we will really have to travel without sleep.

"From the interior of Er County, we bypass the tidal flats and Gobi and go to Kurqi, where the joint defense camp is located. There is less snow there and it is safer."

Meng Shulan said, and arranged the route back to the Northland for General Yan Qing.

Listening to Meng Shulan's careful arrangements, Yan Qing's originally solemn heart couldn't help but relax a little, and a touch of warmth arose.

"Yes, I remember it."

Curving her lips slightly, Yan Qing responded, and then asked, "Besides writing a letter to Sui Feng about revising the book, are there any other arrangements? For example, sending a letter to Uncle Kang Shi and the others?"

Seeing the cunning flash in Yan Qing's eyes, even though she was exhausted physically and mentally, Meng Shulan couldn't help but smile and wink at her: "Then I'll trouble you, young general, to write a letter to Uncle Kang and Uncle Qi.

Let’s raise more money for disaster relief food.”

Yan Qing suddenly laughed out loud: "I'm going to let Yan Qi find a quick run, and you can take a rest now. We have to set off tomorrow at the latest."

But Meng Shulan shook his head: "I'm resting on the road. I still have something to do, so I have to go to the palace to ask. I also need to go back to the house and let Uncle Rong calculate the income of the shop. Together with the inventory of Mipu,

When we set off tomorrow, we can take him to Jicheng together to deal with emergencies."

At this moment, Yan Qing suddenly remembered that Meng Shulan, who had been a low-key military advisor by his side for four years, was not only the emperor's favorite nephew, but also the only son of Meng Ciqiu, once the richest businessman in the world, and now King Rongjin.

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Even though King Rongjin stopped doing business after becoming his consort, the business houses run by the Meng family for generations were still creating wealth continuously.

However, while his father is still here, Meng Shulan is probably the only one who dares to empty his family's wealth to provide disaster relief without even saying hello.

But with King Rongjin donating half of his family wealth to support the national treasury, and also using the remaining half of his family wealth to win over the eldest princess, Meng Shulan's feats are not worth mentioning.

"That's fine."

Yan Qing said this, and after sending Meng Shulan away, he quickly repaired several letters, and asked Yan Qi to find the fastest man among the secret guards, and sent the letter to Western Xinjiang overnight.

Then, after Yan Qing arranged the relevant matters for departure, he returned to the Zhenxihou Mansion with Hongzhuang.

In the Zhenxi Hou Mansion, Yan Qin was instructing people to pack things.

"mother."

Yan Qing called out to Yan Qin.

Yan Qin took a moment to look at Yan Qing and said, "Are you done?"

"about there."

Yan Qing said, looking at the servants running around the house to clean up, and even soldiers walking around carrying heavy boxes, he couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you pack them all up again?

tidy?"

Yan Qin didn't answer but asked: "I heard that there is a flood in Zhanghuai area?"

I didn't expect Yan Qin to be so well-informed. Yan Qing nodded slightly blankly: "I just got the news this afternoon."

After saying that, he told Yan Qin his plan by talking, "I was just about to tell you about this. I may have to go to Yuhuai, and then you can follow Hongzhuang across the Xiangzhang River.

Take a detour to the Erjun line and return to Beidi first."

Hearing this, Yan Qin was silent for a moment and pulled the person in front of her, only to find that Yan Qing was already more than a head taller than her.

Looking at Yan Qing's still somewhat immature face, Yan Qin stared firmly into her eyes and warned her seriously: "I'm afraid there is a mess over there in Yuhuai. You must be careful when you go there at this time.

Mom is in the north, waiting for your safe return with your grandmother and grandfather."

Yan Qin said, raising her hand to smooth the scattered black hair around Yan Qing's shoulders and neck, "When you come back, let your grandma tie your hair with her own hands, and we, Qing'er, will be adults too."

Seeing the tears hidden in Yan Qin's eyes, Yan Qing knew that she was worried, but he didn't know how to persuade her.

The situation in southern Xinjiang is complicated, and Yan Qing, as the first group of people to go south, is actually the most dangerous.
Chapter completed!