Wen County Ling followed Yang Weng to the outside of the city, and along the way, Yang Weng told Wen County Ling about the Mu family's intention to take refugees to Linjia Village.

Wen Xianling was surprised. Although there are not many refugees, there are five or six hundred, and the current weather seems to be very similar to the drought in the north, and it may also be a disaster year, and how to feed these people is a problem. Moreover, there were originally only five or six hundred people in Linjia Village, and if they had to accept so many people equivalent to the entire Linjia Village at once, as a local, they would definitely have opinions.

These Mu Fushu have thought about it. Linjia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a lot of open space, especially where they live now, near the back mountain, a large area of dwarf shrub and jungle. As long as those refugees are willing to work, they will definitely be able to open up a large area of fertile land, plus the terraced fields from the mountains she bought, not to mention five or six hundred people, even if they are twice as much, they can survive. It's the possible drought this year...... She has a golden finger, what drought is she afraid of? It's still easy to do some tricks and feet then. As for whether the aborigines of Linjia Village will not welcome the refugees, it doesn't matter much, their home is far away from the village, and she has also thought about the house where the refugees live, so she built it at the foot of the mountain, completely isolated from the villagers.

Wen County Ling decided to go to Linjia Village to have a look first, after all, so many refugees settled down, it was not the Mu family who said it, first of all, the village chief had to agree, and the county government had to give them household registration, so that they could settle down.

When Yang Weng and Wen Xian Ling came in sweaty, Mu Fushu's ice cubes had already made a large pot. Ah Zhu was taking a cup of sherbet and putting it in the ice basin to cool down, San Lang also squatted on the edge of the ice basin, careful not to let the new purse made by the lady on his waist get dirty, and happily took a few pieces of ice to look left and right, no matter how he looked, it was exactly the same as the ice in the winter river.

Wen Xian Ling thought that the ice in the basin was stored in winter, but he thought in his heart that this Mu family was not a hidden nobleman, and he actually dug the cellar to store ice. The weather wasn't hot enough to use ice, and it seemed that their cellar was big enough.

Yang Weng's face changed when he saw the ice cube. He clearly knew that the Mu family did not have a cellar, so where did this ice come from?

Mu Fushu admitted that she deliberately made ice in front of Yang Weng, but she didn't expect Wen County Ling to follow. San Lang saluted Wen Xianling, and Mu Fushu motioned for him to move the ice basin in. Ah Zhu naturally followed the sherbet in the ice basin and left, leaving his sister and Yang Weng and Wen County Ling.

Mu Fushu greeted Wen County Ling with a smile, and said to Yang Weng: "Mr. came back alone?" What about the refugees? ”

Speaking of refugees, Wen Xian Ling remembered that he only cared about the Mu family taking in refugees along the way, and those inexplicable food and auspicious rui had not yet been told to the sixteenth brother. The sixteenth brother obviously knew about this, could it be that the grain had something to do with this mysterious Mu family? Looking around, there was only this delicate and lovely little lady in front of him, but the adults did not see him.

Wen Xian Ling showed a kind smile and asked, "Little lady, where are the adults in your family?" ”

"I'm going to the field to load the water truck." Mu Fushu's eyes drifted past him and looked at Yang Weng, expecting an answer.

Yang Weng touched his nose, and he didn't know why he felt that the eldest lady's eyes were a little pressing: "The refugee matter still needs to be considered in the long run......

Mu Fushu pouted unhappily: "Their food is enough to eat for two or three days, why don't you bring it back and point to the yamen to release the grain?" I don't believe that the king of Shu doesn't know about the refugees. ”

Of course, the king of Shu knew about the refugees, but he didn't want to care. He felt that the refugees came from the north, so why did he let the king of Shu provide food and help? There is no reason for someone to feed others with his own bread!

During the reign of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, although the whole country was unified, the kings of each fiefdom still had great power. They only need to pay the emperor the taxes and grain of their own territories every year, and the rest is their own. The king of Shu thinks that he should not use the grain of Shu to feed the people in the north, and he can't say that he is wrong, he can only say that he is just the king of Shu and not the emperor, and he doesn't want to take care of other people's affairs, especially now in this eventful season. The descendants of the surname Yang didn't have much left to kill King Qi! In case the king of Qi wants to kill them all, he still points to Shu and resists stubbornly, no one can wait for death!

Wen Xianling was embarrassed. Of course, he knew that the King of Shu had already learned about the refugees in Mengyang City, and he had already written three times for him, but the King of Shu did not say a word, making it clear that he wanted him to ignore those refugees and let them fend for themselves.

The king of Shu can ignore it, he can't. Even though the family was left with only him and his tenth brother due to what happened eight years ago, and they were all seven-grade petty officials, his family education since he was a child made him remember that he had the world in mind, so he took a big risk to use the official position. Fortunately, the official warehouse was replenished, and there was a lot of extra grain, and this qiē seemed to be related to the sixteenth brother and the mysterious Mu family.

Mu Fushu looked at Wen Xianling, who was deep in thought, and had a very funny feeling. actually "settled" in front of her! His eyes were blank, looking straight at the ground, he didn't know what he thought, his facial expression was very rich, and he was sad and happy for a while. This prefectural order is really strange!

Yang Weng tweeted the county order, knowing that the eldest brother's "dementia" had committed it again. This big brother is good at everything, but he will think about things anytime and anywhere, and he won't wake up if he doesn't push him.

Wen Xian Ling knew that he was out of shape, and after coughing, he looked embarrassed: "Little lady, let's go see the waterwheel first, and then visit the village chief's house." Wait for your family to come back and discuss the refugees! ”

Mu Fushu watched Yang Weng and Wen Xian Ling leave, and sighed helplessly. I'm still too young, and I'm not convincing at all, so I can't complain about the Wen County order not being for me. It seems that we still have to wait for Mu Zhongjun to come back.

Wen Xian Ling followed Yang Weng to the river, only to see that three water wheels of the same size had been erected in the river, and one of them was already flowing out of the water in a steady stream, slowly flowing to the ditch dug by the farmers. He couldn't help but be taken aback, looking at Yang Weng's eyes for the first time, his eyes were out of shape for the first time, and his mouth couldn't speak: "This, this, this is that, that, that, what kind of water, waterwheel?" ”

Yang Weng smiled and nodded, with honor.

Wen Xian Ling staggered to the waterwheel and exclaimed: "This is the waterwheel!" It's completely different from the book! ”

If Mu Fushu is here, he will definitely pout. Of course it's different, the technology is thousands of years ahead! Originally, she wanted to design a wind-powered water wheel, but it was not realistic at the moment, and this cow was already very bullish. At present, the social productivity is low, and most of the farmland is in the hands of nobles, and many peasants are tenants who live on the land of the master's family.

The entire Linjia Village seemed to be in the field. Despite the scorching sun, the peasants were not less interested in digging ditches, but they could not afford to be lazy in the farmland on which they depended for their livelihood. Didn't you see that Cao **, who was taken away by Xiangrui and never came back, was also sweating and working? If there is no harvest of rice, they will have to flee the famine and beg for food, just like the refugees outside the city gates!

At this moment, the head of Linjia Village is also directing the villagers to dig ditches, dig ditches, go up the mountain to cut down trees, and load water trucks, busy turning around. When Yang Weng found him with the county order, he didn't react, but his eldest son reminded him that the county order was coming, so he saluted in a panic. At this time, there was no rule of kneeling when seeing officials, just making a gesture. Village Chief Lin has also seen the world, and the rules are not bad, and the group went to the shade of the ridge to talk.

Wen County's order went straight to the point and said that the Mu family planned to take the refugees to Linjia Village. In fact, Mu Zhongjun had already told the village chief about this matter, and the village chief was also very embarrassed. After all, there are a large number of refugees, and it would not be beautiful if the conflict was not handled well. Like animals, people also have the habit of enclosing land, and the aborigines who have lived here for generations feel that this is my territory, why do you an outsider occupy my land?

Fortunately, Yang Weng is very eloquent, not mentioning the number of refugees at all, only blindly saying how pitiful and innocent the refugees are, and implying that those people will never live in the village. The words also implied that the Mu family would take the villagers to get rich together in the future, and Village Chief Lin thought about it again and again, and there was a Wenxian order as a guarantee, so he agreed, but he was not willing after all. When it comes to employing people to work, there are many people in Linjia Village, and everyone is idle in addition to farming! Why bother looking for outsiders!

After all, the old Lin family and the Lin family are natives of this dynasty, and they can guess seven or eight points about the thoughts of the village chief. After Yang Weng and Wen Xian Ling left, they pulled Mu Fushu to persuade them. Mu Fushu smiled: "This is simple, let those refugees sign the deed of sale, and in the future, they will be our Mu family slaves, and if something happens, our Mu family will have their own pocket." ”

Old Lin and Lin were taken aback. Five or six hundred slaves, how much does it cost!

Mu Fushu smiled slyly: "Don't give money, give food." At this time, we can't buy food with money, and we buy food at home, and those who are willing to sell themselves will stay, and those who are unwilling to leave, which is very simple. ”

So at the lunch table, Mu Fushu said his request to Yang Weng and Wen County Ling, Mu Zhongjun was kind, and couldn't help but feel a little in danger, but Yang Weng said: "This is to give them a way to live, and also to give an explanation to the people of Linjia Village, which is very good." ”

Wen County Ling also felt that this was a good idea, it would not conflict with the people of Linjia Village, and it was easy to manage. After all, the discipline of slaves in this era is still very harsh, and those who rebel only have one dead word, and they also have to affect their families.

After a fragrant lunch, Wen Xian Ling and Yang Weng Mu Zhongjun went to deal with the refugees outside Mengyang City. Mu Fushu took the old Lin family to the city to buy coarse cloth clothes, and the men in the family asked the villagers to help them go up the mountain to cut down trees, preparing to build some simple houses, and the Lin family took the female dependents to collect the quilts made by the villagers themselves at home, prepare dinner, and welcome the arrival of refugees.

In the evening, Yang Weng and Mu Zhongjun led the swaying army of refugees back to the village. This time, the four hundred and fifty people who came back and signed the deed of sale, most of them were men, women and children, and there were not many old people, and the rations had to be left for the children and men, so it was the women and the old people who starved to death first.

When he arrived at home, Mu Fushu first asked the refugees to go to the river to bathe. It's hot now, and bathing in the river isn't a big deal. Then she burned all the old clothes full of oil-stained lice, replaced them with the coarse cloth clothes she bought, and drank a large bowl of medicine she diluted with space well water to prevent them from carrying germs.

In the night, the refugees ate a full meal of pork and began to set up houses at the foot of the back mountain. The weather is hot, so live in a simple house first, and then slowly build up the tiled house, so you don't have to worry.