Even if there are regulatory laws that can alleviate food consumption, they cannot grow in a vacuum.

If it goes on like this, it won't last a few days, and the whole city will still run out of food, and when the barbarians will attack again, few people will be able to stand.

Soon, however, there was good news.

Speaking of which, it was actually one thing he neglected, Blackwater City's original duty, to guard the mausoleum.

The mausoleum of the royal family of Beixuan is hidden in the deep mountains on the east side, and it is said that it is a mountain range called Dangshan.

It was the turtle master who reminded him of this, he didn't know where Dangshan was, but Jing Jian must know that this guy was assigned to supervise the construction of the mausoleum.

In other words, there are a handful of people who are still building mausoleums in the mountains, and it is not clear how many of them are there, but if it is to build royal tombs, the number of people must be indispensable.

The next afternoon, he had just sent the scouts away to check the weaponry, and by the time he returned to the tower, it was already late at night.

sent someone to find Jing Jian overnight and asked someone to make him a pot of tea.

"How many people are in charge of building the royal tomb in the mountains?" Meng Yun leaned on his seat and rested on the table, no wonder in the past, when CQB, the sergeant major liked to sit indoors and play hostage like this, this posture was quite comfortable.

"About 40,000 slaves and 5,000 garrisons," Kagemi said with a yawn.

"So many people?" he didn't know what to say, sending tens of thousands of people into the mountain to repair the tomb, this kind of thing can only be thought of by the monarch.

"My father is a generation of Ming monarchs, and according to the regulations, the scale of the mausoleum is second only to the two founding kings," Jing Jian got up and pulled the coals behind his buttocks.

"Still under construction?" Meng Yun asked.

"There are still three years to go," Kami replied.

"Can the grain last so long?, why haven't I seen anyone come out to transport the grain?" Meng Yun asked again.

"The hoarding of grain and grass in the mountains is enough to last for half a year," Jingmi took a sip of hot tea, shivering from the cold.

"Why don't you bring this grain back for emergency relief?" Meng Yun pushed the brazier beside him as well.

"That makes sense, I'll go in person tomorrow," Jing Jian didn't politely take them all to his side.

"Who is a slave, and how did he become a slave?" Meng Yun continued to ask.

"They are all remnants of the Northwest tribes, who used to plunder the border people, and my father sent troops to wipe them out," Jingmi said.

"What's the matter with you running out on your own? Why don't you bring people out to fight?" Meng Yun's face was overjoyed when he heard this, prisoners of war were not ordinary slaves.

"If you let them go to war, who will guard the slaves?" Jingmi looked at him with a frown.

"You don't understand what I mean, I mean let these slaves go to war too," Meng Yun said, waving his hand, the guy thought he was referring to the mausoleum garrison, but in fact he was talking about the entire population, including the slaves.

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate for slaves to go to war," Jingjian said with a frown and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yun asked again.

"How can a slave have any qualifications to participate in the war," At this moment, the turtle master stepped into the door.

"What do you mean?" Meng Yun raised his eyelids and glanced at the turtle master, Lao Wang Ba had recently run away in the blink of an eye, and the dragon saw the head and the tail.

"The slave is too bad to be blessed by the gods," Jing Jian got up and greeted the turtle master.

"Why are you gods again? God all day long, how can the gods have so much time to pay attention to you?" Meng Yun rolled his eyes angrily, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Otherwise, how about abolishing their slave status?"

"Abolish, it's not appropriate, it needs the will of my father," Kami shook his head in disagreement.

"Uncle's is not for you to abolish the slaves of the whole world," he was not interested in slaves or not slaves, the only thing he cared about was how to defeat the barbarians, and it just so happened that these Xiuling slaves were the best choice.

"It's not proper," Jingjian shook his head and didn't let go.

"Why don't you get oil and salt," he continued, after sitting down his feet, "so to speak, do you want to defend the city and wait for death, or do you want to expel the barbarians completely?"

"This," Jingmi frowned and was silent.

Everywhere the barbarian army went, it was almost always slaughtering cities and villages, and it was extremely brutal and ferocious.

There are more than 3 million people in the Northern Xuan Kingdom, and there are only a few lonely cities left with a population of only 6 or 700,000 people.

Blackwater City is also a lonely city at the moment, even if the city is in charge of food, it will still starve to death after eating, and it is not a trivial matter for 170,000 people to starve to death, this matter cannot but be considered clearly.

"The slave won't listen to you," the turtle climbed into the chair and sat down.

"This is not a difficult matter, the key is whether he can issue this edict on behalf of his Lao Tzu," Meng Yunchong turned his head to look at Jing Jian after saying this.

"How about pardoning the slaves in my name?" Jingmi was silent for a moment, and thought of a compromise.

"How useful can your name be?" Meng Yun rolled his eyes angrily, he wanted the king's pardon edict.

"Haha, his name is useless," the turtle master struck mercilessly.

"Forget it, I'll forge one," he understood, for there was a world of difference between pardoning slaves and forging edicts.

The former is at most an assertion and acts beyond his authority, and the latter is directly equivalent to rebellion, Jing Jian naturally does not dare to rebel against his Lao Tzu, this guy is loyal and honest, but then again, he must not pardon slaves in the name of Jing Jian, this guy's credibility is insufficient, more than 40,000 people are not a small number, and it is easy to backfire.

"How can this be," Jingjian got up and widened his eyes.

"How many sons does your father have?" Meng Yun said with a smile.

"There's another brother," Jingmi was confused, unable to understand why he asked.

"It's okay, you can go," Meng Yun yawned after speaking, and got up to go to sleep.

"How can I walk so late, I'd better stay here with you," Keizami grabbed his head and walked to the cubicle.

"Where do I live if you live here?" said Meng Yun with a frown.

"You find another place, I can't sleep," Keizami pushed open the door of the cubicle and walked in.

"Uncle, remember to bring the grain back tomorrow......"

The fact that these slaves were sent to repair the mausoleum means that they were all young and middle-aged laborers.

According to Jingjian, tens of thousands of slaves are still prisoners of war, which is what he values the most.

The difference between prisoners of war and ordinary slaves is that prisoners of war do not need training to go to the battlefield, of course, the most important thing is that prisoners of war, whether they are combat or psychological, are not comparable to recruits who have been trained for a few days.

The only problem is that the slaves are not loyal enough, and this must be solved.

There were 30,000 defenders in the county, 20,000 in reserve, more than 40,000 slaves and 5,000 garrisons, that is, more than 100,000 troops.

Whether it is a slave or a prisoner of war, in any case, the grain must be brought back first, which can feed more than 40,000 people for half a year, and 170,000 for a month.

There is a shortage of food in the city, and it is not optimistic, and it will run out of food within seven days, and if people starve to death, it will be troublesome.

The slave can be put into the army for a while, mainly because he has not yet thought about the content of the edict, and if he wants to make the previous enemy die, it is by no means a few words that can easily fool people with red lips and white teeth.

......

The cubicle is only a very small room, and it would be nice to have 20 square meters.

There is only one bed and a table in the whole room, and he has no place to sleep when he is occupied by Jingjian, so he sits and talks with the turtle master when he can't sleep.

"Aren't you afraid of being suspicious when you do this?" said the turtle master, grinning.

"I don't care about the others, if Jing Jian and Ji stand up and accuse me, I'll pick my son and leave immediately," Meng Yun lay down on the chair and lifted his feet onto the table.

This oval-shaped conference table was specially condensed by him, and the table was enough to accommodate thirty people to sit down for a meeting.

He was not used to sitting high in the previous seat, after all, he was not here to engage in dictatorship, and he could not let people look up at his nostrils all day long, so it was better to sit down calmly for a meeting.

"Hehe, it's good that you have such determination, these people don't dare to say it even if they are suspicious," the turtle master said, turned his head to look at the compartment and raised his voice, "Blackwater City is an empty shelf now, and it will scatter when you touch it, if it weren't for us, would you be able to beat the barbarians, not to mention that these people would starve to death if they were hungry." ”

"Uncle, you and Er, don't leave me halfway and run away, I can't beat the barbarian wizard," Meng Yun rolled his eyes a little helplessly, he naturally knew the intention of the turtle master's move.

But he is not afraid of suspicion, it is still the same sentence, it was Ji and Jingjian who racked their brains and left him behind without authorization, if he was suspicious, he didn't trust him, since he was not trusted, he didn't want to lick his face and work for others.

"Haha, if I do this, I won't help them keep you," Master Turtle didn't care.

"Why are you helping them?" Meng Yun said suspiciously, if it wasn't for the turtle master to make trouble, even Zhiru Guan Chengzi would not have thought of leaving him behind by chasing ducks to the shelves.

"Hehe, I want to uncover the secret of your kid," said Master Turtle.

"Oh, you want to know where I came from, I can tell you now," Meng Yun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The Man in the Black Cloak has destroyed the passage connecting the two worlds, and no one can find it even if his origin is revealed.

"No, I can vaguely guess your origin, I mean the future," Master Turtle pretended to smile mysteriously.

"What happens in the future may not be good, the truth may make people desperate," Meng Yun thought of the prophecy scroll again, and the scene on it made him feel a palpitation.

"Hehe," Master Turtle smiled and didn't answer.

Meng Yun retracted his mind and looked at the turtle master again, "You and Er have been on the East Mountain for the past few days?"

"Well, I'll teach him some demon secret arts," the turtle master said.

"Uncle, why don't you teach me?" No wonder I haven't seen the turtle master in the past two days, and Lao Wang Ba dared to open a small stove for Er.

"What about the face, you didn't learn the witchcraft that taught you before," the turtle master said disdainfully.

"Witchcraft is too evil, I don't learn it," Meng Yun smiled and lowered his feet and pulled over the chair, and took the initiative to lean closer to the turtle master, "Is there a spell that doesn't consume aura?"

"Nonsense, is it still called a spell if it doesn't consume aura?" said the turtle master angrily.

"Didn't you?" Meng Yun looked suspicious.

"Uncle, I can teach you, either you don't want to learn, or you can't learn," Master Turtle scolded with a smile.

"Oh, it's so hard for me," he said, moving his chair back down.

"Speaking of spells, you didn't feel anything abnormal?" said Master Turtle put away his smile.

"What's abnormal?" Meng Yun hugged the back of his head with both hands, and lay on a chair looking up at the roof.

"Look at your aura now," Master Turtle said again.

Meng Yunhu glanced at the turtle master suspiciously, closed his eyes and looked inward.

The next second, he panicked directly, "Uncle, how did he change?"