Chapter 160 The refugee wave is not a big problem

Chen Xie continued to explain the matter of grabbing territory and ignored it, and he had to do a lot of things.

After the division of the territory, Dengzhou City did not stop. Liaodong refugees in the north and east directions were densely packed in simple shacks. There were tens of thousands of people, and if one was not handled properly, it would be a big deal.

Sun Yuanhua had a headache. He had no good way, so he had to discuss it with Zhang Yao and Song Yi. Zhang Yao was not polite at all. As a local local snake, he replied directly: "I'm sick!" Song Yi pinched his nose and had to go into battle alone. He was not Zhang Yao or local snake, so he dared not resist Shangguan.

"As the prefect, Lord Song has no choice but to do so!" Sun Yuanhua was a technician, but it did not mean that he could not be an official. After calling Song Yi, he threw the task directly to him, and he ignored the situation of the Governor.

Song Yi was furious, but he had no temper at all, unless he quit and left with his seal. The problem was that he couldn't bear to leave the official and could only go back and think of a solution. According to convention, he summoned local wealthy businessmen and gentry to raise money and grain, and opened a porridge shed. When the situation stabilized, these Liaodong refugees would naturally disperse.

The question is, can Song Yi, the magistrate who is just a new arrival, give him face? After thinking about it, Song Yi thought of Chen Xie. General Shen is now the richest person in the local area and the most famous military officer. He holds the gun in one hand and the white silver in the other. With his help, this matter is not a big deal.

For ordinary military officers, Song Yi can come in with a post, but Chen Xie can't do it. He has to come to the door in person. There is one thing that Song Yi and Chen Xie don't know, and this matter is related to Cao Huachun. When Cao Gonggong went to announce the oral order, Chen Xie was very rude. Cao Huachun suspected that Song Yi was making trouble, so he did not mention the relevant etiquette in advance and deliberately made Chen Xie make a fool of himself.

What is the truth? Song Yi didn't know Chen Xie's background before, and no one was too rude for him. Eunuch Cao was willing to put in the effort to bring Song Yi to Dengzhou, just thinking about letting Chen Xie mess with Song Yi. First, he gave Chen Xie a chance to take revenge. Second, he gave Chen Xie a little favor. Thirty thousand taels of silver is not that easy to get. Military officers are worthless, and Cao Huachun is still thinking about future pension money. Only by establishing good relationships can he get a steady stream of investment.

In short, Cao Huachun's charming eyes were thrown to Chen Xie, the blind man. However, Chen Xie was very good at doing things. On the Dragon Boat Festival just passed, Mo Tai, who was staying in the capital, gave Cao Huachun a gift at his home outside the palace. He also used a fashionable word: Bing Jing.

Song Yi didn't have many choices. He could only call his followers and take his staff to Zhangjiazhuang. When he left the city, he unexpectedly saw a large number of refugees walking towards Zhangjiazhuang. What was the situation? He also saw the iconic green military uniform and Chen Sihua's servant team?

Song Yi quickly ordered the sedan chair to stop and ask for it. Soon the staff came back and brought a message that these people were craftsmen recruited by the workshop under Chen Xie's name, and some were recruited by the engineering team.

"Change and go to the north of the city." The sedan immediately turned around and soon saw a scene that made people cry.

Dozens of big pots were set up on the scene, and hundreds of soldiers were responsible for maintaining order. Many people held trumpets and shouted loudly: "Click blacksmiths!" "Click carpenters!" "Click bricklayers!" There seemed to be a long and chaotic team at the scene, but in fact they were well organized.

The refugees lined up in a long line slowly moved forward, and Song Yi's appearance did not cause panic. The refugees seemed to have no strength to kneel down. Countless numb eyes watched him walk to a table. The majesty of the government seemed to have no great influence at this moment. Song Yi felt that those numb eyes were like knives, and he might dismember himself from corpses at any time.

The shopkeeper was in charge of the scene. Seeing Song Yi, she looked forward to salute. Song Yi asked and found out that these were all the jobs that Chen Xie had assigned to the shopkeepers of various workshops, recruiting people, preparing to expand production and give refugees a way out, so as not to get together and cause trouble.

Song Yi asked someone to bring a chair, but didn't leave. He sat on the scene and watched how they could do it. At this time, Song Yi's face was a little red, as if it was sunny, but in fact he was so sexy. He had no ability to solve the problem of refugees, so just sit here as a mascot to add a little credibility to Chen Xie's actions. A dignified magistrate sitting here is more useful than any publicity.

"Name? Who? Age? How long have you been working on it..." The recorder asked a man with a black face and Kong Wu was powerful.

"Du San, a native of Yongping, was thirty-eight years old. He has worked as a blacksmith for twenty years. He also has a wife and two children in his family. They all came to Dengzhou."

The recorder quickly finished recording and handed him a sign and said, "Please hold the sign, take your family, go there and eat something to eat and keep some strength. It will take a long time to walk." He sent this person away and shouted again: "Next."

The blacksmith Du San did not hurry to leave, but asked, "Master, my baby in my family is sick. Can you make some money to get medicine first?" The document recorded was not angry, but instead showed a caring expression and said, "Don't go and get medicine, delay the child's illness. Did you see the card with a white background and red cross? Send the child there, and you can see a free medical treatment with this wooden card. Hurry up!"

Du San bowed vigorously and turned around and ran. In a low straw hut, the woman looked worried and a six or seven-year-old child in her arms was drowsy. She didn't cry or make a fuss.

"Hurry, hurry, the child is saved." Du Sanyi stretched out his hand, picked up the sick child and ran away. The wrinkled woman asked the older girl to follow him, and cleaned up the only property in the straw hut by herself. She tied a quilt and walked slowly with her back.

When she arrived at the place with the red cross of white cloth, Du Sanmiao saw a woman in a white coat treating the child. It turned out to be a female doctor, and her voice was very gentle. "The high fever was thirty-nine degrees, and the physical cooling was immediately reduced. I was preparing to reduce the fever injection, and it was probably already pneumonia, so I was ready to rescue..."

At this time, Du San shook his body a few times and went straight to the ground. The female doctor immediately stood up and said, "Do you have nothing to do?" Seeing a bright red ray of red flowing out of the warehouse, she exclaimed: "Do you want to die? If you have any external injuries, don't treat it? Someone came and took him to treat the wound. This is a blacksmith, who got the license plate."

A soldier brought his gun up and came over to help Du San and said, "Sit with that, don't move around."

When Du San was not sure why, a young man was wearing a white coat and sat down on the stool, squatted in front of him and said, "I'll help you check the wound, and if it hurts, you have to endure it."

The wound was on the leg. The young doctor glanced at it and said, "It's an arrow wound, it's already inflamed, it needs surgery. Can you endure the pain?" Du San nodded vigorously. The young man hesitated and said, "Get a rope, tie the person to the pillar, and bite him a wooden stick."

Du San's wife was anxious, watching her husband tied to a wooden stake with a chair and a swollen calves that were thick as thighs, and was placed on a low table. The two soldiers held their thighs and refused to move. The woman wanted to step forward, but was pressed by the doctor's words: "If you want to kill your man, just take him away."

The scalpel cut the scarred wound, and a stream of pus and blood spurted out, and the prepared basin caught it. Du San's face was covered with cold sweat, and his face was twisted in pain. He gritted his teeth and endured it.

The young doctor treated the wound expressionlessly. When he was repeatedly cleaning, he told the woman around him: "Prepare the infusion, record the medicine, penicillin..." It was really not a waste of time.

Half an hour later, Du San fainted from pain. The young doctor completed the last procedure. He put down the guy in his hand and said to Du San's wife: "It's his luck. The arrow is not poisonous. This life is saved 70%. The remaining 30% depends on God."

After the operation, Du San was carried onto a four-wheeled carriage with a sun-shaded cloth tent. A woman in a white coat came over and looked at Du San who woke up and said, "Don't move your hands!" She said, "Don't move your hands!" She hung the bottle on the pole next to the car, and gave him an infusion. After giving him an infusion, she explained: "You are lucky. You are a blacksmith, so you are qualified to use such expensive medicine. By the way, let your wife bring the child with me, and there is meat porridge behind her, and I will feed you some. The child has begun to subside. Whether he can be rescued will have to wait tomorrow."

When the woman came back with the meat porridge, Du San thought she was dreaming. The girl behind the woman had washed her face and hands, holding a basin of white flour steamed buns in her hands, swallowing her saliva vigorously.

"Dad, you eat it. This is given by the elder sister. There are six steamed buns in total, and I didn't eat a bite. The elder sister has eaten biscuits for me, and it's so delicious."

The woman shed tears on the side, took a spoon to feed Du San porridge, and muttered: "I met a noble man, thanks to the child's father who learned to learn blacksmith back then. In this world, blacksmiths are the most popular craftsmen. I heard that a genius doctor likes craftsmen to work for him the most." Du San picked up a steamed bun and handed it to a big girl and said, "Eat it. I can see that as long as you are willing to work hard for the master, you can live in this world, as long as you can save your life, you will have hope."

For a whole morning, Song Yi realized that these tens of thousands of refugees were really not a big problem in Chen Xie's hands. In this morning, at least three thousand craftsmen were taken away. There were many families following the three thousand craftsmen. There were about thousands of soldiers maintaining order on the scene this morning. As long as someone made trouble, they would immediately suppress them. If there was a slight resistance, they would stab him with a bayonet without blinking.

After sitting for a whole morning, there were more than a dozen bodies being dragged. It would be easier if it was not a craftsman. There was a place opposite, saying that it was to recruit workers who worked hard, to build roads, docks, and farm, and people were required everywhere.

According to the people below, there are about 30,000 refugees, and it will take less than a few days to deal with it. A big stone in Song Yi's heart fell to the ground, and he was very grateful to Chen Xie for his actions. He also wanted to know how Chen Xie resettled the refugees. (To be continued...)
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