When the price of food rose to the point where no one could afford it, Qingshan City was completely in chaos.
"You can't let anyone live anymore!!!"
Following such words, people gradually rose up in Qingshan City, looting grain stores and breaking into other people's houses to steal rice and noodles.
When the situation reached a point where it was out of control, it completely exploded.
As the riot broke out, the government immediately sent people to suppress it, but the number of people was too great, so they had no choice but to dispatch troops from outside the city.
For a time, the whole street was filled with the sound of smashing and smashing.
"These officers and soldiers all have something to eat! I don't have anything to eat! Rebels, bullshit rebels! Rebellious!"
"Kill!!"
But these people were hungry and had not had enough to eat for several days. How could they defeat these well-trained troops?
However, within half a day, the unrest in Qingshan City was completely suppressed.
The city gates were also closed on this day.
No one is allowed in, no one is allowed out!
It was also after this happened that no shops in Qingshan City opened their doors, and no one dared to set up stalls. They all hid at home and relied on the remaining food to survive.
The old man quickly reported to the young master.
"Sir, there was a riot outside and it has been suppressed."
The old man was cautious, but now Yan Ruchu was lying on the bed, feeling dizzy.
Yan Ruchu sat up from the bed and said, "Is there not enough food in Qingshan City?"
The old man paused and said: "All the old grain in the past was supplied to the army, and there is not much left, so Qingshan City..."
Yan Ruchu raised his eyebrows and said, "Separate a part of it and open the porridge shed. First, calm the people's complaints and then make plans."
The old man paused in his heart and said: "Master..."
"how?"
"not enough."
The old man whispered: "Even if we save on eating, the remaining food will not be able to help the victims."
Yan Ruchu fell silent after hearing this.
"There is not much food left..."
That's 80,000 people, which means 80,000 mouths. Although Qingshan City is rich in land, it is obviously not enough to supply these 80,000 mouths during the drought.
Yan Ruchu sighed, waved her hand and said, "You go down first."
Seeing this, the old man didn't ask any more questions and retreated.
Yan Ruchu got off the bed, walked towards the study, and found Mr. Zhu again.
"Mr. Bamboo..."
The scholar couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw Yan Ruchu's arrival. He nodded in response and then asked why he came.
Yan Ruchu sat down, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Yan also wants to ask, is there really nothing Mr. Zhu can do?"
The scholar paused after hearing this. He was silent for a moment, but then he sighed.
"There are two ways."
Yan Ru saw this for the first time: "Sir, there is indeed a way."
The scholar shook his head and said: "It's not a solution, it's not a solution."
Then he continued.
The scholar said: "The rebel army is already a turtle in a urn. There is only one way to get a chance of survival, but this chance of survival will be extinguished in an instant."
Yan Ruchu understood and said: "A fish dies and a net breaks the net..."
The scholar nodded and said: "Even if we really defeat the 30,000 Xiang army outside the city, the rebel army will suffer heavy losses. When King Xiang's reinforcements arrive, it will be a dead end without Qingshan City."
"Is there another plan?" Yan Ruchu asked.
The scholar was silent for a moment and asked: "Your Highness, do you know the cause of this severe drought?"
Yan Ruchu was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked: "Mr. Zhu, what do you mean by this...?"
The scholar looked at him and said: "Your Highness, you know that you are supposed to be dead."
Yan Ruchu was startled. He suddenly froze for a moment, swayed, and almost fell off the chair.
"Is this severe drought all caused by me?"
Yan Ruchu asked.
The scholar looked calm and said, "It's hard to go against God's will. Even a junior student can't do anything about it."
Yan Ruchu sat on the chair and said nothing for a long time.
He suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
After many years of accumulation, I acquired the land of Yuanchuan. I thought that I could repeat the scenery and the years, but I didn't expect that it was just a word of God's will, and it was all in vain.
So what has he been doing all these years?
Are they all meaningless things?
"ridiculous……"
Yan Ruchu made a self-deprecating sound from his mouth, and his figure rose and fell with the laughter.
At this time, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.
Scholars can't understand it either.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was the person chosen by his husband. If it was really Yan Ruchu, why would there be such providence?
How could you, sir, choose someone who has been deceived by God's will?
Yan Ruchu left the study in despair.
Wait until Yan Ruchu left here.
The scholar sitting in the study suddenly changed his expression.
"puff……"
A mouthful of blood fell on the book in front of him.
The scholar's face turned pale, and there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Some words should not be said casually.
In the final analysis, he still underestimated the counterattack of Heavenly Dao. Just two words almost hurt his soul.
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After another three days, Qingshan City was completely in chaos.
Breakings and robberies occurred frequently, and a group of people even tried to force their way into the government office and rob food. Fires broke out frequently on the streets, and sometimes fires could be seen shining at night.
The raging fire is like a sign of destruction.
When Yan Ruchu stood in the building and looked at the fire, the last hope in her heart was shattered at this moment.
He cannot escape this providence.
"As long as I leave, things will get better here..."
Yan Ruchu didn't want to argue anymore.
He let out a long sigh and said to the old man beside him: "Even if this catastrophe is passed, there will still be another catastrophe. In this world, there is no need to fight."
"Start a pen, ink, paper and inkstone..."
That night, he looked at the fire in the city and wrote a letter of surrender.
Not long after, this letter was sent to the leaders of the Xiang Army who were guarding outside Yuanchuan City.
There was only one condition in that surrender letter.
[...I hope King Xiang will be kind to the rebels, rescue this city on the green hills, and restore its appearance.]
This letter was sent directly from Xiangjun to Shangjing.
And on the second day after this letter was sent.
Yan Ruchu came to the military camp outside Qingshan City.
"This journey has been full of ups and downs. I originally wanted to repeat the journey, but God's will brings me to death. There is no chance of survival anymore."
"As long as I die, all the officers and soldiers can live, and the people of Qingshan City can live. It should be the best choice."
Yan Ruchu gave a bitter smile and said, "You all must have just...followed a coward king."
The entire military camp was silent that day.
How could they, as army generals, not understand all this?
Tens of thousands of soldiers all laid down their weapons.
"The King is merciful!!"
"The King is merciful!"
Tens of thousands of voices rang out from the camp.
Yan Ruchu looked at this scene, he sighed and walked towards the Changguan Road.
In the fourteenth year of Xinglong, at the end of Huaixu.
The King of the South surrendered to Yuanchuan, and the chaos in the Southern Territory came to an end.
King Xiang felt the suffering in the world, and all the 80,000 rebels were recruited into the army without killing any of them. He opened road warehouses in various places to provide relief to the people, put an end to drought and chaos, and bless all people in the world.