Dinghu is known as one of the world's granaries, but the main grain-producing areas are still concentrated in the east with river irrigation. The southwest is mountains and the land is barren. In today's world where the vitality of heaven and earth is scarce, it also has a bit of bleakness.

Ye Xingyuan and Tang Shiyan rode together on thin horses and saw that the dusk was deep in front of them, and it was dusk again. They both came out of the provincial capital Jiangzhou and went to comfort and dissuade refugees as official envoys. More than six days have passed.

Tang Shiyan was panting and fighting. He was not used to riding a horse, and had worn out his skin and grinned in pain, but he also resisted complaining about why Ye Xingyuan took him with him.

"According to Mr. Jin, refugees are temporarily stationed in the area of ​​Peacock Gorge and have not moved forward any further. In just a few days, they have insufficient surplus food and will definitely continue to move forward." Tang Shiyan wiped the sweat from his forehead and reported to Ye Xingyuan.

Peacock Gorge is located in the southwest of Dinghu Province. It is a must-pass way to connect Dinghu and Jingchu, and Shu. It is difficult to walk on the mountain road. There are many refugees in Jingchu, and there are many elderly, weak, women and children. If you want to pass this place, it will take a few days to do so.

Ye Xingyuan sighed and said, "The diary said that there were 70,000 or 80,000 refugees this time. They were so hungry that they didn't know how to live."

If there is food, these refugees will not have to leave their hometowns and come to Dinghu Province, where they are unfamiliar. The prefectures and counties have given some rice and grain, but the water drops are not enough for them to eat. Although there are wild fruits, animals, etc., it is impossible to solve the problem of eating for 70,000 to 80,000 people, and I am afraid that the bark and grass roots will not be spared.

Just imagine the situation of a refugee, Tang Shiyan shivered and smiled bitterly: "I saw the book saying that people were so hungry that they were so hungry that they were afraid of eating with their sons. I would never believe it, but seeing the hungry people on the roadside, I was really scared."

As they walked along the way, they saw more and more refugees lying down beside the road. They didn’t know whether they were dead or alive, but at least some of them could never stand up. The closer they got to Jinghu Province, the worse the situation was.

These are scattered refugees who fled famine, and those refugees who were 70,000 to 80,000 people, but I don’t know what the situation would be. Tang Shiyan was afraid when he thought about it, and thought that they wouldn’t come to the door to add a side dish to someone, right? He was obese and seemed to be more delicious when he was steamed.

Tang Shiyan wiped away the random thoughts in his mind and looked carefully at Ye Xingyuan on the horse's back. Ye Xingyuan was wearing a blue shirt, with a straight back, looking at the undulating mountains in the sky from afar. When he heard Tang Shiyan's words, he sighed deeply.

"If 70,000 or 80,000 refugees can save them and turn around this time, it will be a merit. Their life and death may be dependent on us. Seniors must do their best." Ye Xingyuan's tone did not fluctuate, and he explained it again.

You can't be too kind! He had to remind himself along the way to avoid accidentally entering the trap of destiny again. Before leaving the provincial capital, he had already thought of a complete plan. If it could be implemented smoothly, at least he could ensure that this group of refugees could have a meal this year. Ye Xingyuan tried not to think about the rest.

Ye Xingyuan left three secret bags with Lord Pan, volunteered to appease the refugees, asking them to stop for a while and wait for the court to provide relief, but he took Tang Shiyan with him.

"Old Tang is old and has narrow shoulders, so I'm afraid he can't bear this burden." Tang Shiyan simply acted like a scoundrel, "I know I've cheated you this time, but I still have no idea what to do about this refugee. I have to give you a charter first."

Of course, Ye Xingyuan brought Tang Shiyan with him and of course he had his own plans. He still had to keep a low-key strategy. Even though he had to show his appearance in front of Pan Fantai, he still needed Tang Shiyan as a shield at other times.

"Article of Association? It's just talking to people and talking to ghosts." Ye Xingyuan knew that his method was to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. As long as he could not finally solve this group of refugees, it would inevitably change in the future, but with his own ability, he could only achieve this level.

Ye Xingyuan reminded again: "You must remember that when you go to see the refugee leader this time, you are the main envoy, I am the deputy envoy, and you are just your assistant."

Tang Shiyan is more than twice as old as him. If he serves as the deputy envoy, it is a bit unreasonable. It is better not to give them too many doubts when consulting with these refugees who have no knowledge.

"But according to the instructions of my brother." Tang Shiyan was dejected. He was just a hob meat now. In the spirit of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he followed Ye Xingyuan's advice. The two turned the horse's head, searched for a stop on the roadside to rest, asked for the path, and knew that it was only half a day before going to Peacock Gorge.

People in the village are panic here, worried that refugees will come to harm. Although they have never heard of such news along the way, when people are hungry, who knows what will happen?

The Peacock Gorge is a relatively plain area, and the harvest is better than that in other places. Although it is spring famine, farmers have more or less accumulated in their hands. This year's seeds are just ready. If refugees make trouble, everything will be ruined.

Ye Xingyuan was speechless. He was the common people. If he had a little food in his hands, he would regard his kind as a great enemy. This was probably an irreversible habit and had nothing to do with compassion. It was indeed the world was too difficult.

There was nothing to say all night. Early the next morning, Ye Xingyuan and Tang Shiyan rushed to Peacock Gorge early. After more than half a day of walking, they saw that the terrain gradually became steeper, and the mountains on both sides became much more steeper, which was very different from before.

Looking further forward, I saw two mountains stretching endlessly, with a line of dry water in the middle, which was where Peacock Gorge was located. From a distance, you could see people huddling in the distance and smoke rising from the cooking stove. You should be burying a pot to make rice, but I didn’t know what these refugees could eat.

Tang Shiyan was very worried and looked at Ye Xingyuan as if asking for help. Seeing that he was calm and knew that he had already walked here, there was no possibility of turning back, so he could only bare the bullet and rode forward.

"Who?" As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the gorge, they saw several skinny men rushing up. Although they had pale faces, their eyes were quite fierce and vigilant.

There are almost two miles away from the center where the refugees camped, so someone intercepted them. It can be seen that there must have been a scout before, and the news has been reported long ago.

Ye Xingyuan was secretly shocked at this conclusion. As expected, this shows that refugees have begun to have semi-militarized organizations. Organized people and unorganized people are definitely two kinds of creatures. I don’t know whether this is a good or a bad thing.

Just think about it, 70,000 or 80,000 refugees can gather together to pass through the state and pass through the province, and have a certain organizational strength, which also means that the leader of the refugees is likely to be a powerful figure.

The organization of refugees is a double-edged sword. For local officials, if refugees have to cross the border, they naturally hope to have some order so as not to scatter and harasse people's livelihood.

But if the organization is too good and there are core figures or groups, it will create a huge hidden danger. They may rise up at any time, seize counties, cities, and big families, and become bandits.

This is why Ye Xingyuan was outside the three tips and insisted on meeting the refugee leader and first persuading this person. The current refugees in Jingchu are in the category of "too good organization".

Ye Xingyuan calmed down, tied the reins, and said solemnly: "We are the special envoys sent by the vassal states to solve the affairs of the refugees in Jingchu. Who can decide who you can take us to see him!"

Now neither he nor Tang Shiyan have an official identity, but he is a scholar after all, and he is a poetic and self-proclaimed person. His words are so arrogant that they are powerful.

"Fan Tai? Which one is the eldest, the magistrate?" The men who blocked the road were a little confused. The rank of the governor was too high, and these villagers generally could not get in touch with them.

At most, they knew that the magistrate was an magistrate. From the play, they learned that the governor had a king's order to plaque Shangfang's sword, and could be killed first and then reported. What kind of official is this vassal platform?

He needed to speak to them more directly. Ye Xingyuan patted his head, thinking that he would forget this, and quickly added: "The Lord Fantai is a second-rank official, and the magistrate is only a seventh-rank prince!

In this Dinghu Province, Lord Fantai is above all the people and is in charge of civil affairs in the province. If you want to survive, you have to rely on the gifts of Lord Fantai! Why don’t you report it quickly!”

He directly put the grade out, and even omitted the word "Song" from the second grade. On the opposite side, he heard that the Fantai was the second grade, which was much larger than the seventh grade. The men blocked the way up in awe and quickly dispersed their salutes. They had already run back with cleverness, thinking that they were reporting to the leader.

Tang Shiyan was upset and lowered his head to Ye Xingyuan and whispered: "Brother, I can't talk to Mulizi like this. Old Tang will talk to the refugee leader later, but I want you to help!"

He is a elegant and talented man. He is embarrassed to say hello to others without any allusions. He wants to ask Ye Xingyuan to count the ranks of the vassal states and the ranks of the magistrates, but he can't do it.

Ye Xingyuan smiled and said, "It's okay, just focus on the four and six, and I will explain it to you. But I see that this refugee leader has a lot of hills and valleys in his heart. Even if he has never studied, I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person!"

As we get closer, we can see refugees camping in a very organized manner and in sequence. The young and strong are located on the periphery, the elderly, weak, women and children are in the middle, and along the stream is like a long snake. Although there are many people, they are still in order. This leader either has learned military tactics or is born with a genius!

After a while, the person who had just run to report ran back and gasped, "Ye! Who are the two scholars, who are their names? Why don't you report them? My lady wants to ask clearly, who knows if you are cheating!"

Miss Ye Xingyuan was stunned. Could it be that the leader of the private camp, he thought that the powerful figure was actually a young woman? This was the first unexpected thing.
Chapter completed!