"Has the number of these refugees been counted?"

Ren Pingsheng lowered the curtains.

"The numbers are changing dynamically. As of last week, there were more than 4,200 people. More than 2,000 of them have been divided into fields and moved to villages and farms below.

There should be more than two thousand people here."

Xiaowan said.

When there are more people, a huge amount of food is consumed.

Even though Qingcheng Town has more than a dozen large granaries that are full, they still have to go through the Zheng family to buy grain.

Fortunately, these grains were all exchanged for cloth from Qixing Weaving Factory and soap produced in Ningxiangzhai Workshop.

When the Zheng family came back from Nanyang, they usually bought grain to act as ballast. Ren Pingsheng exchanged cloth for grain, and the rest could be sold for some money from Master Zheng.

"Well, who is in charge of the refugee camp?"

Ren Pingsheng asked.

Xiaowan is still serving as the section chief of the Civil Affairs Bureau, so she is very clear about this place: "People from the Civil Affairs Bureau are in charge.

In order to prevent the disaster of living corpses, the refugee camp was divided into twenty districts, with a maximum of no more than 200 people in each district, and each district elected its own speaker.

The person responsible for these remarks shall be responsible to the stewards sent by the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

"Um."

Ren Pingsheng waved, and an apple floated out from under the table.

The apple is big and red, it is the Red Fuji that Ren brought from the earth.

He closed his eyes and began to use his mental power to construct an invisible blade in the void. The small blade was very simple, but if you want to use your mental power to construct it, you need a little concentration!

Only with stable emotions and concentrated mind can we build invisible spiritual creations in the void.

After a while.

Xiaowan saw the apple in the air suddenly spinning and pulling, and there seemed to be a blade in the void, peeling off the skin of the apple.

Soon, Big Apple was stripped of its clothes.

The apple skin was as thin as ever, intact, and fell perfectly into the garbage bag at the door of the carriage.

"Duo!"

Xiaowan saw the driver in the car trembled, and a small crater appeared, as if he had been touched by a sword.

Ren Pingsheng reached out to pick the apple floating in the air and took a bite. It was sweet, crisp and very moist.

On the table, the invisible blade he constructed dissipated, leaving only the small hole on the table.

Ten pounds of strength——

With his current mental strength, the damage and damage he wants to cause with pure telekinesis is still too small.

Moreover, it consumes a lot of energy.

"1,2,3,4······"

A burst of shouting came into the carriage.

Ren Pingsheng had an idea and the car door opened.

The scenery outside comes into view.

A huge courtyard surrounded by red bricks. Above the wall, you can still see the shadows inside, and the roof is higher than the wall.

This is the militia camp in Qingcheng Town.

A rotating training system is adopted here. All men of suitable age in Qingcheng must come here for half-month training every other month except during the busy farming season.

In the military camp, more than a thousand militiamen receive training here every day.

"Pa bang bang bang..."

There was another burst of gunfire.

Due to material and manpower constraints, shotguns are currently only equipped in the hands of regular soldiers. The militiamen use flintlock guns.

However, with the craftsmanship practiced by the Zaozuo Bureau in making guns today, even the quality, range, and power of the flintlock guns are much better than those in the hands of the imperial officers and soldiers.

Once put on the battlefield, the strength of these militiamen would be enough to defeat the imperial officers and soldiers described in the telegrams sent back from the front line.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ren Pingsheng looked at the gate of Renjiazhuang.

The first thing that comes into view is the brick factory outside the gate. The chimney made of red bricks is more than ten meters high, emitting black smoke, like a dark cloud-making machine.

Outside, a large number of red bricks were piled up, and there were many people pushing carts, constantly transporting the red bricks fired from the brick kiln.

Nowadays, the farm is enclosing land outside and plans to expand to the outer city again to prepare for future industrial production.

"It would be great if we could build another steel mill and cement plant."

When the carriage entered the city, Ren Pingsheng was still a little emotional.

It is still necessary to release Ruan Tang as soon as possible. He is just counting on himself as an amateur, plus Liu Wen and other natives from other worlds. He wants to rely on a few books and a few videos to cover the entire upper and lower buildings from bottom to top.

To build it, this is an impossible task.

Soon, the carriage arrived in the inner city and stopped in a wide yard in the inner city.

This is a warehouse built by Ren Pingsheng so that he can store some things here.

"You wait outside."

Ren Pingsheng gave orders to Hu Laosan, Liu Wen and the others pushed the door open and went in.

Soon, people outside the yard heard a slightly manic, "bald, bald, bald, bald" sound coming from the yard.

Hu Laosan couldn't help but touch the top of his head with sparse hair.
Chapter completed!