Cheng Jing's team walked for a while, and there were more refugees ahead.
The tall man's face sank, and he raised his hand and ordered the guards to surround the convoy, lest Cheng Jing be offended by the collision of the refugees.
I thought the situation would improve slightly when we reached the gate, but I didn't expect that the gate was full of refugees.
In an instant, the man's face turned completely blue.
"Mr. Cheng, I'm afraid we can't get through."
Cheng Jing felt the carriage stop, frowned, raised his hand to raise the bamboo curtain and asked the man on horseback outside.
"Huan Shu, what happened?"
The man on horseback was called Yuan Chong, and his name was Hengshu. He was a capable general under Huang Song's tent, and was now sent to escort Cheng Jing.
Hearing Cheng Jing's questioning, Yuan Chong hurriedly clamped the horse's stomach and let the horse walk a few steps forward, flush with the car window.
Yuan Chong respectfully said, "Mr. Cheng, there are refugees gathered at the gate ahead, and I'm afraid they won't be able to get in for a while."
Cheng Jing did not make such a rude move as sticking his head out of the car window, but instead ordered the driver to stop and get out of the car.
Seeing the scene in front of him, he was startled.
He knew that the people fleeing from Wolong County had all gone to Wanzhou, but he never thought that there were so many people!
Just what he saw with his eyes, the number of refugees numbered in the thousands!
Yuan Chong jumped off his horse and walked to Cheng Jing's side, "Liu Xi also has a big heart, allowing so many refugees to gather outside Maruzhou Pass."
There are many refugees, and it is easy to cause trouble.
If these refugees are incited, there is no doubt what will happen.
Yuan Chong saw so many refugees gathered outside Maruzhou Pass, and more refugees gathered here, and his eyebrows could not help but twitch.
The sun in the sky was as hot as fire, and the ground was covered in mist.
No matter who it is, just raise your hand and wipe your face, the palms of your hands are full of greasy sweat, which makes people feel irritable and powerless.
"Yeah... all refugees..."
Cheng Jing didn't know what he was thinking, and unconsciously responded.
Yuan Chong didn't bother Cheng Jing either, instead he hooked his finger at the guard beside him. Yuanchong took the paper umbrella, opened it and put it on top of Cheng Jing's head to shade him.
Military generals have rough skin and thick flesh, and are resistant to beatings and falls, but literati always wear Confucian shirts, which are elegant and delicate, and need to be carefully served.
Aware of the shadow over his head, Cheng Jing just raised his eyes slightly, without rejecting or thanking him.
"Mr. Cheng, the last will send someone to inquire about it and see what's going on?"
Yuan Chong took the initiative to propose, and Cheng Jing nodded in response.
"Well, it's better to send someone to ask clearly."
He wanted to know how to resettle these refugees in Wanzhou. If the resettlement is not good, these refugees will become a difficult tumor.
"I will do it at the end."
In terms of official positions, Cheng Jing and Yuan Chong are on a par, and the latter does not need to humble himself as a "last general".
However, even the lord Huang Song respects several advisors so much, and the people under him naturally follow their example and do not dare to neglect them.
Yuan Chong is a military general with a good temperament. He loved to read when he was young, and he did not have the stinking problems of ordinary warriors. If another person came over, he might complain a few words about the weakness of the literati, stop and go on the road... Yuan Chong will not, On the contrary, he respects Cheng Jing very much.
After a while, the soldier sent out to investigate the news came back.
Cheng Jing called the soldier to him and asked carefully.
"What's going on over there?"
Xiaobing answered truthfully, and between the questions and answers, Cheng Jing's face became more solemn, which attracted Yuan Chong's attention.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Yuan Chong carefully recalled Xiao Bing's words just now, but he couldn't figure out how to make Cheng Jing take it so seriously.
Cheng Jing is not heat-resistant, and his behavior has his own rules. No matter how hot the weather is, he is still wearing a Confucian shirt tightly, and his cuffs can cover half of his fingers. Now outside the carriage again, even if there is a paper umbrella on the head to shade, it is still hot and sweating.
"There's something wrong."
Cheng Jing's voice was a little empty, full of solemnity.
Yuan Chong was suspicious, he was the second monk at the moment and couldn't figure it out, no matter how much he thought, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Although his IQ can be proud of ordinary generals, but when he encounters a brain, he can't keep up with the rhythm with his milk-feeding strength.
Yuan Chong said in doubt, "Chong is stupid, I really can't think of it, please ask Mr.
Cheng Jing explained, "Fang Cai Xiaobing said that Maruzhou sent people to register the refugees at the checkpoint, and carefully asked them about their origin, place of origin, age, and family. Based on the conditions of family members, men and women, and young and old, choose one by one, and then choose one by one. Hundreds of people form a group and are brought into the customs."
Yuan Chong nodded after hearing this, and said, "The last general just thinks this method is a bit stupid. It's a waste of time to not talk about it, and it's tiring."
Cheng Jing shook his head and said, "Wasting time? Not necessarily. As for whether it is tiring or not, it is hard to say. Registering refugees in the register is indeed conducive to management. A large number of refugees gather together, and it is easy to produce right and wrong. If someone sincerely disturbs them, it must be It will bring trouble to Maruzhou. Maruzhou did not ignore the refugees, but sent people to register the news of the refugees at the customs gate, and then introduce them into the customs in batches. Isn’t it surveillance?… Nowadays, manpower is needed everywhere in Maruzhou. , these refugees came at the right time."
Bring refugees to where they are needed, and they can work there.
However, Yuan Chong thought crookedly. He thought of corvée, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
Refugees are willing to leave their homes, all to escape the war and save the lives of their families.
But the corvée is too hard, often a near-death experience, which is far more terrifying than war.
Yuan Chong really can't figure it out, why are these refugees going to Maruzhou together
He said his doubts, but Cheng Jing showed a wry smile.
"You are wrong, the corvée in Maruzhou is different from other places."
Cheng Jing and Feng Zhen knew each other, and the two successfully changed from pen pals to real friends during their association.
Although their positions are different, as long as they do not mention official business, they can still maintain a private relationship.
From what Fengzhen said, Cheng Jing knew that the corvée in Maruzhou was not free, but more like employers and laborers.
You contribute and I contribute money and food, and the exchange is equivalent.
Once refugees leave their homes, they are rootless duckweeds.
Maruzhou can not only provide a place of safety, but also provide jobs and rice, and it is a holy place in the hearts of refugees.
Yuan Chong couldn't help but be surprised when he heard it.
"How much money would it cost to distribute money to the people serving corvée?"
Cheng Jing lowered his eyes and said, "Liu Xi is not short of money."
Yuanchong nodded and replied, "That's right, Liu Xi's father, Liu She, secretly controls Hu County, there is indeed no shortage."
Cheng Jing looked at the slowly moving crowd of refugees, who were crowded together, looking like black algae.
Although the workload of registering refugees is huge, the follow-up benefits are also endless.
The most intuitive benefit is to reduce the risk of refugee riots, and another benefit is the rational use of the labor of these refugees.
Yuan Chong on the side said again, "But... even so, Mr. won't look so pale..."
Cheng Jing smiled bitterly, "Hasn't Heng Shu found it yet? Almost all of these refugees are from Wolong County."