How much grain there is in northern Xinjiang can be roughly estimated by those who are interested based on the amount of cultivated land and the year.
The powerful three cobblers, like Zhuge Liang, brainstormed and explored, and calculated that there was not much food left in northern Xinjiang.
According to their deduction, the remaining grain would not be a big problem to feed the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang until the wheat harvest, but so many refugees outside the city could only starve to death.
Yang Xuan is sitting on wax.
Therefore, the cautious Haoqiang also boldly came to get close to Li Zheng.
That’s Jianyun Temple!
Northern Xinjiang is about to change. At this time, they have a relationship with Jianyunguan. If Northern Xinjiang is in chaos, they can at least keep their own family. If Yang Gou is defeated and the emperor takes control of Northern Xinjiang, then the current position cannot be said to be normal.
A credit.
You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. This is the way for a noble family to survive.
The cart was piled with sacks, which looked quite heavy. When the cart passed through a small pit, it bumped and a sack fell down. It was probably because the openings were not tied tightly, and it suddenly burst open.
Grains of wheat were scattered all over the ground.
Li Zheng said calmly: "The Art of War clouds are true and false, true and false."
"yes!"
"Deliberately dropping a bag of grain to calm people's hearts, isn't this the art of war?"
The powerful men looked at each other and felt that this guess was quite close.
The convoy was huge and went straight to the warehouse.
Many people also followed.
"Go and have a look." Youhaoqiang ordered.
So, more than ten slaves quietly followed the convoy.
The same is true for some people with inexplicable origins.
The eyes of the whole world are on Northern Xinjiang and Tao County at this moment.
There is a steady stream of big cars.
At this time someone said: "Where does Chenzhou get the food?"
yes!
Where does Chenzhou get its food?
Over the years, Chenzhou has struggled to be self-sufficient in food. How much can be left to send to Taoxian?
Li Zheng said softly: "Watch the excitement and don't talk."
Many people in the Jiedushi government also didn't understand.
Song Zhen is one of them.
"Are you hiding this from me?"
The old man looked sad... Yang Xuan glanced at Liu Qing.
Liu Qing coughed dryly: "Old Song, at least you should cry more seriously. Ahem! This matter started a long time ago. I didn't hide it from you, but I forgot about it."
Song Zhen, "Talk about it."
“When the southern part of the town was surrendered, even though I could graze cattle, I couldn’t afford to eat beef and mutton all day long!
They need food. The food produced in Chenzhou is not worth eating at home. How to feed them?
Zitai ordered more than ten old farmers to go to the grassland and found a piece of black soil, and ordered some people in the south of the town to learn farming.
I have been planting like this for several years, and I have more than enough to support myself, and I continue to send excess food over."
Liu Qing coughed dryly again, "You know Zitai's temperament, he just keeps quiet when good things happen, and he is stuffy.
No, according to his plan, if this had not happened, this batch of grain would have been used exclusively to use troops against the Northern Liao Dynasty.
By the way, to be honest, I only found out last year."
Needless to say, the relationship between Liu Qing and Yang Xuan, even he only knew about it last year, which shows that Yang Xuan is weak... Song Zhen gritted his teeth and said: "If you join forces with me, you can use your old punches on him."
"Haha!" Liu Qing smiled and did not continue.
Being able to conceal this arrangement until now shows the forbearance of Zitai, no, it is the city government.
With such a deep city and excellent military skills, the people of Northern Xinjiang are gradually winning over... Your Majesty! If you don't change your attitude towards Yang Xuan and Northern Xinjiang, Northern Xinjiang will be in danger!
Song Zhen thought of Yang Xuan's oath and felt a little relieved, but when he thought of the emperor in the opera garden, he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Hunjun!"
When Liu Qing heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The purpose of Old Song Dynasty is to let you see step by step what the emperor did to Northern Xinjiang, and then compare it with everything Tai did for Northern Xinjiang and for the Tang Dynasty. I don't believe you will not be tempted.
The time is right. Once Zitai's identity is revealed, he will be able to fight against the rebels, and there will be one more general.
Ho ho ho!
Liu Qing smiled very proudly.
At this time, cheers came from the granary.
"The first grain truck has begun unloading," He Lianyan said.
Yang Xuan looked at the convoy that was still entering the city, "It's still early."
"A lot of food!"
With so many refugees coming, to be honest, the people in the city are also worried, fearing that there will not be enough food to eat.
At this moment, I saw bags of grain entering the granary, opening them, and pouring them in.
Real wheat grains!
Cheers spread to the front of the Jiedushi Palace.
Li Zheng looked slightly cold, "How long will this batch of food last?"
One of the followers said: "I don't know how many are outside the city."
The motorcades kept coming in.
The unloaded trucks continue to go out.
One in and one out, it goes on and on.
The faces of the powerful men gradually turned pale.
"With so many refugees, we will open up wasteland this year and harvest next year... After the wheat harvest next year, Northern Xinjiang will have strong soldiers and horses, and he will be in full swing!"
"Yang Gou has always been impeccable in everything he does. We suffered a loss last time. This time there are still people who don't believe in evil. This is good."
"Why don't you believe in evil? We haven't mixed up in anything."
"Yes! We haven't lost anything."
A group of powerful people looked happy, but it looked like they were reluctant.
Someone said quietly: "With the increase of this group of refugees, they will open up wasteland and cultivate land, and Northern Xinjiang will harvest a lot more food every year. Where will Yang Xuan, who is not short of food, take Northern Xinjiang?
What about us? Facing the more powerful Northern Xinjiang, where should we go?"
Li Zheng said: "Rebellious ministers and traitors will be punished sooner or later."
The man who spoke earlier sneered, "Last year to this year was the most difficult time for Yang Xuan. If he was allowed to go through these difficult days, with his offensive skills, Beiliao would be in trouble.
In addition, what can Chang'an do when facing the more powerful him?
It used to be possible to send envoys to scold him, but last time the envoy brought hundreds of followers and they were all killed.
Who else do you dare to send this time?
In this way, Northern Xinjiang became completely within his grasp.
The Lord of Northern Territory is truly worthy of his name!"
Li Zheng's entourage whispered something, and he said calmly: "This food is only enough for the refugees. He wants to make a big attack next year, but it will not be enough."
A strong man smiled and said: "Yes! When a large army goes out for an expedition, food and grass go first. From last year to this year, the scale of Yang Gou's army was not large.
It's not that he doesn't want to bring more men and horses to attack, but there is not enough food and grass!
This person eats horse chews, and a thousand more people is a waste of a thousand people, plus the loss of transporting grain and grass... Tsk tsk! This is not a conquest, it is clearly a waste of money."
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
Some people even laughed and said: "The new emperor in Northern Liao will take the throne. It will take some time to straighten out the affairs of the court. After next year, the army of Northern Liao will reappear. Chang'an will also put pressure on Yang Gou by then.
It’s too late to survive, hahahaha!”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
They laughed very shamelessly.
A new fleet of grain trucks has arrived.
Different from the previous convoy, the carriages and horses looked different, and the people escorting them were also different.
Yelvshu, the borer of the Liao Dynasty, followed behind and said: "Drop a bag to cheer for the master."
A bag of grain fell to the ground and fell apart, with grains scattered all over the ground.
The wild laughter stopped abruptly.
Diagonally opposite, Yang Xuan said: "I said, I was still too kind in the past."
A horseman came from the side of the convoy, approached, and said: "Deputy envoy, another grain transport convoy is coming."
Ye Lushu is still doing his duty. As expected, the motivation to betray the country is endless... Yang Xuan nodded and said to Song Zhen reservedly: "Song Gong, next, please watch a show of changing faces."
The first grain truck from Daliao borer entered Taoxian County.
Still the same, a bag of wheat fell.
Scattered all over the place.
Diagonally opposite.
Li Zheng looked pale.
He knew that the emperor's dream of suppressing northern Xinjiang was shattered.
The faces of those powerful men were ashen, they knew that their hard days were coming.
Outside the city, the refugees crowded together and watched the grain trucks entering the city.
"What is it?"
The woman asked, holding the child in her arms.
Suddenly cheers came from the city, "It's food!"
The woman looked down at the child and burst into tears, "There is food, there is food, we will never die of hunger!"
The refugees knew that there were too many people and there was not enough food in northern Xinjiang. Gradually, news spread in the camp that the refugees might be driven away.
No one refutes the rumor.
Today, as soon as the grain truck came out, all rumors were disproven.
The woman wiped away her tears and shouted, "Thank you, Deputy Ambassador Yang."
"Thank you, Deputy Ambassador Yang!"
Everyone knows how difficult it is to purchase food at this time.
But Beijiang did it.
Deputy Ambassador Yang did it.
The woman turned around and saw her father-in-law kneeling down devoutly.
"Every family has a Buddha!"
Her father-in-law clasped his hands together and saluted towards the county town, as if he was worshiping a god.
Then, chant:
"Buddha will be born in every family!"
The woman slowly knelt down, and more people knelt down.
In an instant, apart from the officials and soldiers, there was no one left standing in the refugee camp.
Countless refugees shouted into the city.
"Deputy Envoy Yang, thousands of families will be blessed with Buddhas!"
The shouts of the crowd soared into the sky.
The powerful men in the city changed their colors after hearing this.
A powerful man whispered: "These refugees will be willing to die for him!"
The living Buddhas of thousands of families are now planning to kill.
"Actually, at the beginning, I wanted to get along well with the local powerful people. Slowly, I turned them around bit by bit.
I even thought of starting a business, bringing them in, and sharing the benefits.
In this way, let them give up annexing the land, and everyone will be safe.
But the first time I came into contact, I was scorned.
Some people say that this world is not a world of emperors, but a world of noble families and powerful people.
I didn't believe it before, but later, I believed it.
Look at those powerful people, they were laughing wildly earlier, laughing at the upcoming tragic end of Northern Xinjiang and myself.
Who gave them such courage? How dare they despise our soldiers and civilians in Northern Xinjiang?
They are emperors, those wealthy and greedy aristocratic families, and those powerful and high-ranking officials.
This is a rule. This rule has been rampant in the Central Plains for thousands of years, and no one dares to touch it.
Today I want to try and set some rules for them again!"
Everyone was shocked.
Diagonally opposite, a powerful man smiled sarcastically at Yang Xuan.
"These arrogant idiots!" Song Zhen smiled bitterly.
Yang Xuan smiled back at the powerful man.
Extremely ferocious.
Then, he shouted:
"Where is the Jin Yiwei?"
He Lianyan stepped forward and saluted, "Here you are!"
Yang Xuan said: "Take it!"
"Take orders!"
He Lianyan came out and said, "Jinyiwei!"
There was a crowd of people behind him.
Everyone wears brocade clothes, holds swords, and has bright eyes.
He Lianyan pointed at Li Zheng and said, "Take it down!"
Dozens of Jin Yiwei rushed over.
The cart stopped, the people avoided it, and then looked back.
Li Zheng was stunned, "What does he want to do?"
He said what he wanted to do, but his body retreated covertly.
A few powerful people seemed particularly abrupt.
A strong man smiled and said: "Who are you trying to catch?"
"Who committed the crime? Tell me!"
The powerful men were laughing very happily... Even though they were on the same team at the moment, they secretly wished that the other party would be unlucky.
Peers are enemies, and it’s not just about the industry.
Same thing.
Why does your family have more than 100 acres of land than mine?
Why do you want to have more beauties than me? Is your waist so great?
Why can your son pass the imperial examination, while my son can only eat, drink and have fun all day long...
When I see someone else's family having bad luck, I will sigh openly, as if I feel the same thing, and secretly ask someone to prepare food and drinks, which makes me tingle with joy.
This is the normal state of human beings.
Therefore, when they saw the Jin Yiwei rushing over, the powerful men who felt that they had done nothing wrong were all taunting their companions.
Jielong came over with a horizontal knife, and a strong man asked, "Who is it?"
The sword was reversed horizontally, and the back of the sword struck him heavily on the shoulder.
"Ouch!"
The miserable howl was still in my ears, and the strong man who asked the question was kicked down.
"Tied!"
The remaining heroes were knocked down, and the Jin Yiwei teamed up in pairs to control them.
Ru'an came up with two disciples.
He stared at Li Zheng.
Li Zheng sneered, "Why, you want to take me?"
He felt that Yang Xuan would not dare to touch him no matter what, otherwise not only Jianyunguan would be furious, but the clan would also be furious.
Ru'an nodded.
The figure passed by.
He came closer and slapped him with one palm.
The attendant behind Li Zheng let out a loud roar and stretched out his hand to block.
Boom!
The follower took a few steps back.
Ru'an reached out and grabbed Li Zheng's shoulder like lightning.
Li Zheng shook his shoulders and was about to punch back when Ru'an's inner breath burst out and grabbed his Jianjing point. Suddenly half of his body was sore and numb, unable to move.
He hissed: "Yang Xuan, you dare to take me? Why?"
Over there, a strong man howled, "Why should you take me?"
Jielong stepped on him with one foot and put his hands on his hips. He felt extremely relaxed and said, "Why? Jianyun Temple is an evil sect. How dare you collude with Jianyun Temple? It's obvious that you want to do something shady."
What?
Is Jianyun Temple an evil sect?
Hao Qiang struggled, "Jianyun Temple is the real person of His Majesty! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
When Li Yuan ascended the throne, he was awarded Chang Sheng.
When Li Mi ascended the throne, he even sealed the title of Zhenren.
Li Zheng's eyes were about to burst, "Yang Xuan, you are trying to inflict a crime! I want to impeach you!"
Jianyun Temple has become famous in Chang'an, and Li is a member of the royal family. It is an exaggeration to say that wherever he goes, he will be respected by local officials.
But just a few days after arriving in northern Xinjiang, they were captured.
And in front of everyone, they actually said that Jianyun Temple was crooked.
What a shame!
Li Zheng gritted his teeth, "Headmaster can't spare you!"
Although he and Chang Sheng often fought secretly, Li Zheng still admired Chang Sheng's cultivation.
Yang Xuan walked over slowly.
Li Zheng's eyes were about to burst into flames, "The gate of our Jianyun Temple was built by the Ministry of Industry, and the owner of our Jianyun Temple is a real person who has been granted the title of His Majesty. How dare you say that it is evil?"