The First Cause of All Realms

Outside the moat, several groups of soldiers dispersed to maintain order, and it was strictly forbidden for refugees to enter.

The refugees may have opinions, but at this time they are all queuing up obediently, waiting for the porridge factory to put porridge. The speed of the state government office is still very fast.

Not long after the two left, the first batch of porridge had already started to be cast.

"It's really open to put food in the warehouse!"

All the refugees were overjoyed, not only the porridge factory began to serve rice porridge, but also in the distance, a large number of victims who received porridge and rice built a simple shack under the command of a large number of yamen officers.

"Tens of thousands of refugees, with no soil and no food, how long can the Qingzhou granary last?"

There are also people who are worried.

There were tens of thousands of refugees in the mighty team, and among them, there were naturally also scholars who were literate and literate.

Yang Prison and the rebooting monk were walking in the temporary venue outside the moat, listening to all kinds of chaotic sounds, they were not very optimistic.

When the number of people exceeds 10,000, it is easy to say disaster relief, but in fact it is extremely difficult.

How much is the daily ration for tens of thousands of people, needless to say, how much do they have to excrete?

If no one manages to clean it up, at most half a month, the moat will stop flowing.

"I just hope that Mr. Xu really has the ability to take care of these refugees."

Rebooting sighed in her heart.

In such an occasion, martial arts are really not very useful. The martial arts are extremely high, and they cannot solve the livelihood problems of tens of thousands of people.

"Let's advance to the city."

Yang Prison settled the horses and returned to the city together with rebooting.

At this time, Qingzhou City was heavily guarded, and there was no household registration guide. Even if you had money, you could not enter the city gate. Even the rebooting monk who followed Yang Prison had to show the guide.

Qingzhou City suddenly became lively.

The spacious street was actually a bit crowded at this time. Some people were running to tell Xu Wenji, and some people heard that a large number of refugees were coming and wanted to push goods to sell.

More, of course, the force and yamen who came out of the city to transport grain.

For a time, the streets and alleys were very noisy, and Yang Yu, whose five senses were superhuman, immediately frowned.

"Master Xu has ordered that it is strictly forbidden to hoard and live in strange places. No grain merchants must be reluctant to sell or raise the price of grain! Those who have surplus grain at home must not panic buying grain!"

In the grain shops all over the long street, there were yamen officers shouting loudly.

But it's just shouting. Without him, there are too many people rushing to buy food.

The arrival of a large number of refugees has broken the balance of Qingzhou. The inner city is still unknown, and the outer city is already a little chaotic.

All those who have some money in their hands join the frantic buying.

"Get off the horse!"

Yang Yu shook his head inwardly.

Xu Wenji arrived only half an hour ago. Qingzhou City is so big, why shouldn't the news spread so widely, and the people shouldn't be so alert to go to grab food.

You know, this is the dismounting.

"The grain sellers dare not raise the price, but they still can't buy grain... Most of the people who line up in front of the grain shops are their own family members."

With a wry smile, he withdrew from the crowd, the face of rebooting was a little ugly.

Qingzhou is not the capital of Yu, and his identity as a monk in Fulong Temple is useless. He should not be able to buy it, or he should not be able to buy it.

"The local snakes in Qingzhou are not Nie Wendong, but the Four Great Masters."

Yang Prison knew this early on.

Nie Wendong has been in charge of Qingzhou for a long time, but the four great masters have been rooted for more than a hundred years, and their power has penetrated into all aspects, even if they are obedient.

If you use some secret methods at will, no matter how good the decree is, it will not go down.

With the price increase, food can be bought.

If prices are not raised, food will be unavailable!

"The little monk wanted to do his best, but who knows..."

There was a slight setback in rebooting, he was not a beggar, he spent money to buy it, but he didn't buy half a grain of rice noodles.

"Hahaha!"

Not far away, there was a sudden burst of laughter. The two looked sideways and saw a scribe who smelled of alcohol being thrown out of the restaurant.

A few guys scolded and spoke in a bad tone.

However, the scribe laughed drunkenly: "Don't wait for a dog to look down on people, you need to know that my noble, Kong Xiucai, has arrived!"

"I see how much you owe you on credit for being a scholar? But you don't drink alcohol every day, and don't think about it. Not to mention studying and preparing for exams, you can also be a clerk in the yamen!

But you..."

The slightly rich shopkeeper shook his head and sighed:

"A person like you, how can any noble person support you?"

"Haha, old shopkeeper, did you not hear it before? Yunzhou Xu Wenji, the elder of the two dynasties, the Minister of War!"

That Kong Xiucai staggered, as if he could not stand still.

Hearing this, drinkers and passers-by all burst into laughter.

They all laughed at him, a low-ranking scholar, but he was overly self-sufficient because he was attached to Master Xu.

"Look at you!"

Kong Xiucai couldn't tell the difference, and staggered towards the station. The rest of the drinkers and passersby were very interested, and followed him to see his jokes.

"This donor has some knowledge."

The rebooting expression was slightly positive, but he nodded:

"They only say that a talented person can't be attached to them, but they don't want this Master Xu to come alone. Except for an old servant, there will be no one available..."

There are still a lot of words from the rebooting monk, Yang Yu is not surprised, but he is too lazy to answer him.

He sent him to the inn at will, and Yang Yu returned to the six doors with the sword and delivered the task.

The six doors were deserted, and people were not crowded. Seeing him coming, many people had strange expressions on their faces.

Yang Yu ignored it, and went to hand over the task. He went to get some medicine pills, and read some files. It was only when it was dark that he said goodbye to Lao Zhaotou and went out of the case room.

Returning home unhurriedly, closing the door, lighting the oil lamp, Yang Yutu opened the window, turned over, and sneaked back to the street where the six doors were located.

Looking around, Yang Yu carefully leveraged his strength and climbed to the roof of the restaurant closest to the six doors.

Although it was recently, it was still far away. Looking down from above, with his eyesight, he could only barely see the six gates.

The six doors at night are very quiet. From a distance, there seems to be no one there.

Liu Sengmen is in the business of arresting murderers and taking people, and most of all lacks the martial arts of hiding one's qi and concealing one's qi. Whichever one catches the head at will, they are all good at taking people, so Yang Prison will naturally not get too close.

"Mr. Shi didn't come back, but I returned safely. If Mrs. Shi had helpers, they would definitely move."

Yang Yu's eyes flickered.

When he returned to the city, he would definitely not be able to hide it from anyone who wanted to, not to mention that he deliberately went to the Six Doors for a walk.

Wait, half an hour has passed.

Yang Yu was very patient, and sure enough, after a while, he saw a dark figure walk out from the back door of the six doors, a few flickering, and it was far away.

"Sure enough..."

Yang Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He tapped lightly, went down to the restaurant, and followed him not far or near.

Unexpectedly, the shadow did not go far. After a few turns, he actually returned to an alley not far from the six doors.

"There seems to be something wrong... This smell, a bit like..."

Yang Yu lowered his body and frowned.

Not long after the man entered the alley, a group of people actually came out. Looking at the dress, he looked like a night pilgrim. His sense of smell was excellent.

In the pungent stench, he smelled another smell.

"Kinder?!"

Yang Yu's heart trembled slightly:

"You don't even have half a day to open the warehouse, so you have to burn the granary?!"

The arrival of refugees, the opening of warehouses to put grain, and the kerosene at night, all these piles of pieces are put together, and it is difficult for Yang Prison not to have such an association.

"Nie Wendong? The Four Great Families? Or..."

Yang Yu's thoughts were spinning, and he was full of doubts and surprises, but he kept going and chased after him.

This group of people are not night pilgrims. All of them have martial arts skills. They walk very fast and are very careful.

Qingzhou City is an important frontier defense city. It not only has a granary, but also needs to be refurbished every year to ensure wartime expenses.

The granary is in darkness.

The neighborhood here is completely empty, and the nearest residents are also hundreds of feet away. It is strictly forbidden to approach any open flames and fires.

Outside the tall fence, there are soldiers patrolling, which is considered to be heavily guarded.

"These people actually dare to burn the granary..."

Yang Yu's eyes turned cold.

The Qingzhou granary is not only used in wartime. If there is a major disaster in Qingzhou, it is necessary to dispatch food relief from here, and even if there is a shortage of food in Qingzhou City, it must be dispatched from here.

Once it is burned down, not to mention the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, the city will be panicked and chaos will arise.

"So ruthless, so ruthless!"

Yang Yuxin's hair was cold, and he couldn't help holding the longbow behind him.

"Let them burn!"

At this moment, a low and cold voice floated from behind.

"Who?"

Yang Yu was alert in his heart, and he turned back and saw a figure jumping down from a tall building not far away. The person was like a goshawk, swiftly approaching and falling lightly.

He was wearing a gray robe, his body was a little thin, his complexion was sallow, but his eyes were as bright as a morning star.

Yang Yu recognized that this man was an old servant who led a horse to Xu Wenji in the daytime. Looking at his breath, he was probably not weaker than Deputy Commander Qi Gang.

"It's a knife, a sword, and a bow. You're young, and you've learned a lot..."

Glancing at Yang Prison~www.novelmt.com~ Huang Sixiang looked at the granary with a cold expression:

"This Qingzhou is really rotten to the core. The adults just came here for half a day, and I can't wait to make him take the blame..."

"Back the pot?"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed: "This granary?"

"It's empty, it's already empty!"

Huang Sixiang snorted coldly:

"The rats will starve to death when they go in. The food has already been emptied..."

"Evacuated..."

Even if there was already speculation, Yang Yu's face couldn't stop twitching when he heard this:

"If that's the case, this Qingzhou is really rotten..."

"More than Qingzhou? Since the old prince was seriously injured, this Longyuan Dao is already rotten..."

Huang Sixiang sneered:

"An empty warehouse, let them burn it! After burning it, it's time to settle accounts!"

"The water is gone! Put out the fire, put out the fire!"

The two had only talked for a few words, and a shrill cry had resounded through the night sky, and what followed was a raging fire that could be seen in a small half of Qingzhou!

The crimson flames dyed red for half the night, and Qingzhou City, which had not yet slept, was completely boiling.

"Burn it, burn it."

Huang Sixiang's face was sinking like water, and he suddenly turned his head: "Where are you going?"

"You come to put out the fire."

Yang Yu stepped down a little, with a long bow in his hand:

"Kill me!"