Outside the moat, several teams of soldiers scattered to maintain order and strictly prohibit the entry of refugees.

The refugees may have any objections, but at this time they are all queuing up, waiting for the porridge factory to release the porridge. The speed of the state yamen is still very fast.

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

"I've really opened the warehouse and released grain!"

All the refugees were all over the place. Not only the porridge factory started to cook porridge, but in the distance, a large number of victims who received porridge were built in simple sheds under the command of a large number of yamen runners.

"Ten thousand refugees, without land or grain, how long can the Qingzhou granary last?"

Some people are worried.

There are a huge team of refugees with tens of thousands of people, and there are naturally scholars who know the words and words.

Yang Yu and the monk Jiese were walking in the temporary venue outside the moat. Listening to the messy sounds, he was not very optimistic.

There are more than ten thousand people, and there are crowds of people. The word "disaster relief" is easy, but in fact it is extremely difficult.

Needless to say, how much food rations are for tens of thousands of people a day, how much does it have to be excreted alone?

If no one manages and cleans up, the moat will be cut off at most half a month.

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

Avoid sex and sighed slightly in my heart.

Martial arts are really useless in such occasions. They are extremely skilled and cannot solve the livelihood problems of tens of thousands of people.

"Go into the city first."

Yu Yang placed the horses and returned to the city with Jise.

At this time, Qingzhou City was in a very strict manner and had no household registration. Even if you had money, you could not enter the city gate. Even if you followed Yang Yu, the monk who was accused of sex had to show his love.

Qingzhou City suddenly became lively.

The spacious streets were actually a little crowded at this time. Some people were running around to come and come to visit Xu Wenji, and some people heard that a large number of refugees were coming and they wanted to sell goods.

More, naturally, the Lifu and the yamen runners who transported grain from the city.

For a moment, the streets and alleys were very noisy, and Yang Yu, who had the best sense of five senses, frowned.

"Mr. Xu ordered that it is strictly forbidden to stock up in the market. No grain merchant is allowed to be reluctant to sell or raise the price of grain! Those who have surplus grain at home should not panic to buy grain!"

There were yamen runners shouting loudly in the grain shops everywhere in Chang Street.

But it's just a shout, nothing else, there are so many people who are rushing to buy food.

The arrival of a large number of refugees broke the balance of Qingzhou. I still don’t know that the inner city is already a little confused.

Anyone with some money in his hands has joined the crazy rush to buy.

"Get the show!"

Yu Yang shook his head in his heart.

Xu Wenji's arrival was only half an hour. Qingzhou City was so big that the news should not be spread so widely, and the people should not be so alert to go and grab food.

Without asking, you can tell that this is a warning.

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

He quitted from the crowd with a wry smile, his face looking a little ugly.

Qingzhou is not Yudu. His identity as a monk in Fulong Temple is of no use. He cannot buy it or can't buy it.

"The local snake in Qingzhou is not Nie Wendong, but the four great masters."

But Yu Yang knew this would have happened.

Nie Wendong was 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 on the surface.

If you use some means secretly, no matter how good the government order is, it will not be able to be put down.

Prices increase, and you can buy food.

If the price is not raised, you can’t buy food!

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

He was slightly frustrated with abstinence. He didn't beg for alms, so he paid for it, but he didn't buy half a grain of rice and flour.

"Hahaha!"

Not far away, a loud laugh suddenly came from the restaurant. The two of them looked sideways and saw a drunken scholar thrown out of the restaurant.

A few guys cursed and had a bad tone.

The scholar laughed drunk: "Don't let the dog look down on others, you need to know that my noble lady, Kong Xiucai, has arrived!"

"I think you are a scholar and asked you to owe you how much alcohol you owe to credit? But you don't think about drinking every day. If you don't talk about studying and preparing for the exam, you can also do it as a clerk in the yamen!

But you..."

The slightly rich shopkeeper shook his head and sighed:

"Where is no noble person like you who is willing to support you?"

"Haha, old shopkeeper, have you not heard it before? Xu Wenji, the veteran of the two dynasties, and the Minister of War!"

The scholar Kong staggered, as if he was already standing unsteadily.

After hearing this, whether it was the drinkers or passers-by, they all burst into laughter.

Everyone laughed at him as a failed scholar, but he actually leaned against Lord Xu, and was overestimating his ability.

"You guys take a look!"

Kong Xiucai didn't know what was going on and staggered towards the station. The other drinkers and passers-by were very interested and followed him to think about his jokes.

"This donor has some knowledge."

The look of abstinence was slightly upright, but he nodded:

"They only said that a scholar could not rely on him, but they didn't want Mr. Xu to come alone, and there would be no one available except an old servant..."

There are still many words from the monk who abstained from sex. Yang Yu was not surprised, but he was too lazy to reply to him.

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

The six doors were deserted and the crowds were not dense. When he arrived, many people looked strange.

Yang Yu ignored it and went to deliver the task, took some elixirs, and reviewed some files until it was dark. He said goodbye to Lao Zhao and left the desk.

He returned home slowly, closed the door and lit the oil lamp. Yang Yu suddenly opened the window, turned over, and sneaked back to the street where Liushemen were.

Looking around, Yang Yu carefully took advantage of the force and climbed to the roof of the restaurant closest to Liushemen.

Although it was recently, it was far away. Looking down from a high place, with his eyesight, he could only barely see the Six Gate Station.

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

The six doors do the job of catching people with murderers, and there is no shortage of martial arts that hide their bodies and hide their energy. Any leader whoever is a good player is a good player, so Yang Yu naturally won't get too close to him.

"I will never return to Mrs. Shi, but I will return safely. If Mrs. Shi has a helper, they will definitely have actions."

Yang Yu's eyes flashed.

He must have no doubt that he could not hide his intentions when he returned to the city, not to mention that he had even walked through Liushuomen.

Half an hour passed after this wait.

Yang Yu was very patient. Sure enough, not long after, he saw a black shadow walking out of the back door of the six doors, and a few flashed and went far away.

"really…"

Yu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently lowered his foot and went down to the restaurant and followed him in a distance.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow didn't walk far. After a few turns, he actually returned to an alley not far from the Six Gates.

"It seems something is wrong... This smell is a bit like..."

Yang Yu lowered his body and his eyebrows frowned.

Not long after the man entered the alley, a group of people actually walked out. Looking at the dress, he looked like a night pilgrimage, and his sense of smell was very good.

In the pungent smell, he smelled another smell.

"Tube oil?!"

Yang Yu's heart was slightly shocked:

"I haven't even opened the warehouse and released the grain for half a day, so I have to burn the granary?"

When refugees arrived, they opened warehouses and released grain, and tinder oil at night, they were put together, and it was difficult for Yang Yu to not have such associations.

"Nie Wendong? The four major families? Or..."

Yang Yu's thoughts were lit up, and he was full of confusion and surprise, but his feet kept chasing him.

This group of people are not Ye Pilgrims. They all have martial arts skills. They are very fast and very careful. They circle around the way, but they still quickly arrive at the granary.
To be continued...