Da Bong fights more people

Li Lingsu has parents and is also a member of the Tianzong sect.

I'm alive, what's the point... The Holy Son asked himself.

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Qingzhou City, the chief envoy's yamen.

In the hall, Yang Gong, a Ziyang layman with a pale face and a goatee, was reviewing the Yunzhou information sent back by the spies with a solemn expression.

"Now I understand the reason why refugees flock to Yunzhou."

Yang Gong, who was serving as the chief envoy of Qingzhou, looked around the officials in the hall with a solemn expression, and said:

"Information says that the government of Yunzhou issued a notice to open up granaries to recruit refugees into the army."

Yunzhou is about to fall... The expressions of the officials sank, there was no surprise, surprise, or anger, only calm and seriousness.

As early as two months ago, not long after the first emperor was beheaded in the capital by Xu Qi'an, the imperial court issued more than a dozen mansion reports to Qingzhou, ordering Qingzhou to enter a state of war preparation, store grain, store iron, and repair the city wall.

Yunzhou is close to the sea, with an endless ocean to the south, and most of the land in the north is bordered by Qingzhou.

If the previous dynasty wanted to use Yunzhou as the foundation and go north to crusade against the capital, they had to take down Qingzhou to gain sufficient strategic depth.

If Qingzhou cannot be defeated, the rebels will be locked in a corner of Yunzhou.

The procurator who mentioned the sentence pondered and said:

"We have to step up disaster relief efforts to curb the trend of refugees fleeing south."

Compared with other regions, the south is undoubtedly warmer and has more food, so the scale of refugees in Qingzhou is extremely terrifying.

If these refugees went to Yunzhou all at once, the consequences would be disastrous.

The prefect of Qingzhou shook his head again and again:

"Although the imperial court gave us enough food and grass, it was reserved for a protracted war. Right now, the cold disasters are raging everywhere, and the imperial court is short of food, which is wasted on the refugees. Once the food and grass are insufficient in the future, before the enemy attacks, our internal affairs It collapsed on its own."

In wartime, the first consideration is always the needs of the army.

Another official said:

"The disaster is raging, and the number of refugees is far greater than expected. Yunzhou dares to open up the granary, and their food and grass are not endless. Are you afraid of dragging yourself down?"

Yang Gong said in a deep voice:

"In the past 20 years, the Yunzhou rebels have been hoarding money, food and military supplies for this moment. Their accumulation and background are absolutely beyond our imagination."

"My lord, what should I do?"

The officials were all sad.

Refugees are now mothers as long as they have milk, and whoever feeds them will work hard for them.

Yang Gong pondered for a moment, then said:

"Block the border road leading to Yunzhou and prevent refugees from going south. Sending people to spread rumors about the opening of a warehouse in Yunzhou for disaster relief is a rumor. In addition, anyone who dares to spread news of the opening of a warehouse in Yunzhou for disaster relief will be killed without mercy."

The prefect of Qingzhou frowned:

"Master Chief Executive, this will cause the refugees to mutiny."

Yang Gong said with a smile: "I only said that the road leading to Yunzhou is blocked, and the refugees have to travel through mountains and rivers, or go south to neighboring states, which is none of our business."

All of you here are old-fashioned fried dough sticks, and they immediately understood the beauty of Yang Buzheng's plan.

The weather is cold and the mountain roads are difficult to walk. If you want to travel southward, not everyone can do it.

This greatly reduced the number of refugees going south.

The same is true for detours to the south of neighboring states.

And because there is some hope at any rate, the refugees will not be caught dead.

The Commander of Qingzhou City said with emotion:

"Fortunately, our Qingzhou is still relatively prosperous, and the grain storage is well stocked. If it was two years ago, it would have been in chaos."

After more than a year of Yang Gong's governance, Qingzhou's officials are clear and bright, and every family has surplus grain, and the grain and grass in the government granary are also well stocked.

Looking back now, the imperial court had the foresight to respond early.

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After two days and two nights of traveling, Ji Xuan arrived in Qingzhou first in a Yufeng boat.

In order to prevent being imprisoned outside Yunzhou, they changed land routes, traveled long distances, ran wildly, and entered Yunzhou smoothly.

Then he drove the Yufengzhou again and arrived at Qianlong City.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Ji Xuan stood on the side of the ship, overlooking the magnificent city built by the mountains, his eyes slightly dazed.

After two months away from home, it seemed like two years had passed. When he left Qianlong City, he was accompanied by six masters to assist him. Now when he returns, only Xu Yuanshuang and Xu Yuanhuai are by his side.

The three of Liu Hongmian disappeared, and Taoist Jiaoye died in Yongzhou City.

This trip to the rivers and lakes left an indelible mark in his life.

"Finally home."

The Yufeng boat hovered over Qianlong City, and Xu Yuanhuai jumped down from the low sky with his sister on his back.

Ji Xuan jumped up against the sky, took out the small tripod, and put the scattered dragon energy and Yufeng boat into the small bronze tripod.

Along the gentle slope paved with cobblestones, the three of them walked towards the top of the mountain. The people and soldiers they met on the road all stopped enthusiastically to say hello to Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan responded to them one by one with a gentle smile. The higher he went, the fewer ordinary people there were until they disappeared.

Passing through the low city walls, they entered the area where the royal family lived.

Ji Xuan headed south, towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The brothers and sisters of the Xu family head west, which is the direction of Tianji Building.

After going through the guard posts one by one, Ji Xuan entered the City Lord's Mansion and saw his father in the study.

Wearing a luxurious purple robe, the middle-aged man with well-rounded facial features and majestic demeanor stood in front of the big case, supporting the case with both hands, and looked down at the spread out map of the Central Plains.

"I have discussed with the national teacher and the generals. If I want to send my troops to the north, I must take down Qingzhou."