Tang Dynasty: Tubo signed for ten years and returned with millions of troops

"Husband, what should we do then?"

Li Xueyan asked anxiously.

This is indeed a nuisance.

Millions of refugees!

Stretching for nearly 100 miles!

They are now all starving ghosts reincarnated, and there is not enough food to fill this bottomless pit.

"What should I do, of course, I will take it all according to the order!" Qin Mu smiled meaningfully: "The Tang Dynasty Imperial Court is self-righteous, thinking that it has given me a big trouble, but it is actually a big gift!"

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean?"

Changle asked curiously.

"Tell me about it!"

Qin Mu didn't reply, his eyes were on Wu Meiniang, who had always been silent.

Wu Meiniang suddenly blushed and her heart was beating, and her breathing was a little short.

She didn't expect Qin Mu to suddenly pay attention to herself.

After stabilizing her mind, Wu Meiniang said with some nervousness: "Your Majesty's intention should be to include all these millions of refugees in Yizhou and let them become the people of Great Qin. In this way, our Daqin can increase the population by millions, which will be extremely beneficial to future development. "

Mei Niang, I didn't expect your political acumen to be so good and to be able to see so far. "

Li Xueyan's eyes were full of appreciation.

Looks like I'm not wrong!

Mei Niang is really the best candidate to assist the husband!

"No, no, no, Your Majesty must have thought of these things a long time ago, and I just said what I had to say for Your Majesty. "

Wu Meiniang hurriedly shook her head shyly, looking at Qin Mu with flickering eyes, looking forward to getting Qin Mu's praise in her heart.

But Qin Mu didn't say anything, and still looked at the millions of refugees in silence.

Wu Meiniang's excitement instantly fell to the bottom.

It must be that I am not good enough for His Majesty to turn a blind eye to me.

Mei Niang!

Be sure to cheer up!

"Mu'er, millions of refugees, it is a little difficult to accept them all in one go. "

The eldest grandson said meaningfully.

Of course, she understands that the current Daqin has some new crop products.

Take pork and sweet potatoes, for example.

But even if the amount of food is distributed evenly among millions of refugees, it will become insignificant.

If you don't find a way to distribute food effectively, not only will you not be able to bear so many refugees, but you may also have unexpected riots.

"Of course, the solution has already been figured out. "

Qin Mu nodded lightly.

That's when it happened.

Zhang Juzheng and Yue Fei hurriedly walked over.

"Your Majesty, the sweet potato porridge shed has been built, and a total of two hundred and thirty-one porridge sheds have been built, and the broth has also been prepared, ready to accept refugees at any time. "

Yue Fei arched his hand.

"Good!"

"Pass my order and let the refugees enter the city in batches of 20,000 people. "

"Also, put a handful of sand in every pot of sweet potato porridge and broth, don't make a mistake!"

As soon as Qin Mu's words were finished, Yue Fei and Zhang Juzheng turned around and left.

"I can understand how to make sweet potato porridge and broth, but why put sand in it?

"Mei Niang, do you know?"

Changle turned his head and looked at Wu Meiniang curiously.

"This ......"

Wu Meiniang was also full of confusion, thinking about it for a long time, and thinking about it for a long time, I didn't know what it meant.

I've never heard of a disaster relief that involves adding sand to porridge.

What does that mean?

The eldest grandson Wujian and Li Xueyan glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of puzzlement.

"The reason is simple, I just want to make it hard for them to swallow!"

Qin Mu said.

"Ah, brother-in-law, why? Is it because they are refugees from the Tang Dynasty?"

Changle looked at Qin Mu with some incredulity.

She knew that Qin Mu and the Tang Dynasty had a common enmity, but it was only against Li Er and those upper-class nobles.

Now that these refugees are treated like this, there is still an intention to do it, so Changle really can't understand it.

She is not the only one who can't figure it out?

The eldest grandson Wujian, Li Xueyan and Wu Meiniang were also puzzled.

"Look at these refugees! Look at their eyes, look at their scrawny bodies. When people are about to starve to death, it is terrible. Believe it or not, if you call a refugee in, he can drink a whole pot of broth, and even if he dies, he will definitely drink desperately. "

"A refugee is still like this, the one in front of him is enough to make millions of people, if each of them dies to eat, it is estimated that this time it will become their beheading!"

"Adding sand to sweet potato porridge and broth is meant to make it difficult for them to swallow, to keep them sane, to keep their bodies to the lowest possible need, and to stop craving food. “

"This will not only ensure that the refugees will not die, but also more effectively distribute the food. "

"According to my calculations, the sweet potatoes and pork harvested this time are enough for Daqin to digest these refugees. "

Hiss!

Qin Mu's words directly made everyone and others gasp.

Especially the eldest grandson Wujian and Wu Meiniang.

They all have a keen sense of politics, and they have all seen scenes of refugees looting food.

When a person is dying of starvation, he loses almost all his senses.

There was nothing in the eyes except food.

The so-called Yizi and eating are just a few words in the history books, but these are really there.

Swap your own flesh and bones with each other, that's a bunch of meat in the pot!

The cruelty can be seen.

Datang has also had several disasters and has also provided relief to victims.

But almost every time it's a chicken feather.

Hungry refugees don't wait in line, they don't get food and leave.

They will shove something into their mouths until they fill their throats.

But the refugees behind will not watch it, they are afraid that they will run out of food, they are afraid that they will not be able to take their turn.

That's why.

The scene of each disaster relief is comparable to the scene of war!

Some people even don't hesitate to kill each other, just to get an extra bite to eat.

Human beings are always selfish animals!

Especially in times of desperation!

The Tang Dynasty did not know how many ways it had thought of, how much manpower and material resources it had expended, but it had not solved the problem of maintaining order among the refugees, and there were even violent conflicts.

Unexpected!

Qin Mu actually used only a handful of sand to solve the problem that plagued hundreds of officials in the Tang Dynasty!

The road is easy and simple!

Isn't that the truth?

What may seem like a complex problem is actually very easy to solve.

However, there are very few people who can see through the essence and solve problems.

Outside the city gates.

A ragged woman with a dying child in her arms.

The mother and daughter stared at the door tightly, tormented between anticipation and despair.

No one knows if the door will open.

That was the only way for their mother and daughter to survive!

"Mother, why don't we go back! I heard that the monarch of Great Qin is tyrannical and kills people like hemp, I'm afraid. "

The little girl lay in the woman's arms and trembled.

All the way.

The mother and daughter heard a lot of rumors about Daqin.

Legend has it that the tyrannical Qin was chaotic, and the monarch was murderous.

No one wants to take the risk of coming here if they are not cornered.

"Don't be afraid, child! As long as I can give you a bite to eat, my mother will be willing to die. "

The woman said softly.

"Mother!"

"Woooooo

The mother and daughter hugged and cried.

"Rumble!"

The heavy sound of the door opening sounded slowly.

Millions of refugees raised their heads almost at the same time.

There was a glint in his desperate gaze.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"God, we are finally saved!"

"Woooooo

All kinds of cries are intertwined.

The mourning that stretched for hundreds of miles lingered in the sky above, making people's scalps tingle when they heard it.

The gates slowly opened.

Yue Fei walked out of it with a group of soldiers.

"According to the order of His Majesty Daqin, the locust plague is rampant, and the people are not happy, only God has the virtue of a good life, and I can't bear the suffering of millions of people.

Yue Fei read Qin Mu's edict aloud, and the loud voice actually suppressed all the surrounding wails.

Subsequently.

According to Qin Mu's order, Yue Fei transferred the refugees to Yizhou City in batches.

The mother and daughter had the honor of being the first people to enter Yizhou City.

As soon as they entered, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Countless officers and soldiers were busy with the common people.

Some of them are cooking, some are carrying grain, and some are chopping vegetables.

Everyone's eyes are so clear, and it seems that dedicating their strength to this country is an extremely happy thing.

Officers and soldiers and civilians help each other?

Such a scene has never been seen in Datang!

"Mother, it doesn't seem to be the same as what we've heard before. "

The little girl's eyes widened as she looked at everything in front of her, as if she had arrived in another world.

A real paradise!

"Child, we have been deceived by Datang! It turns out that Daqin is the real teacher of benevolence and righteousness!"

The woman understood everything in an instant and burst into tears of shame.

She regretted it!

I regret that I was so suspicious of Daqin before.

"Child, let's go! From today onwards, we will not return to Datang! We will stay and repay His Majesty Daqin for his great kindness!"

After saying that, the mother and daughter walked towards the porridge shop.

Mother and daughter are not the only ones who think this way.

After almost all the refugees entered Yizhou City, they completely understood how ridiculous the idea was.

As the people of the Tang Dynasty, they were abandoned by the rulers and families of the Tang Dynasty.

And Daqin, who was scolded by the world, truly accepted them.

Unconsciously.

Crying began to be heard in the crowd.

This cry was full of hatred and regret.

I hated those damn rumor-mongers in the first place, and I regretted that I listened to those rumors.

Little by little, time passed.

Groups of refugees entered the city in an orderly manner.

Because of the amount of sand added to the sweet potato porridge and broth, the refugees were hungry to the extreme.

They endured the pain of the sand grinding against their throats, gritted their teeth and swallowed the grain.