The two largest forces in the troubled times seemed to have said that they had done so, and they did not embarrass those refugees who wanted to take refuge in the northwest, and even had the intention of advocating it. In fact, it is not difficult to reach this consensus, the northwest is bitterly cold, as long as it is a Lanhe person, it is known. Perhaps the migrating refugees can bring a certain demographic dividend to the barren northwest and reclaim more land for cultivation in the northwest. But this is not a move of tens of thousands, but a sudden influx of hundreds of thousands and millions, and to solve the problem of food and clothing for so many people is enough to lock Zhao Fu firmly in the northwest, making it difficult for him to spread his power and intervene in other battlefields.

Zhao Fu regrets it now, the copywriting reported by various places is piled up on the desk, and most of them are asking Zhao Fu to stop accepting refugees, and the grain stocks in the northwest are no longer able to support it. Although everyone is still listening to Zhao Fu's command, there are already many opposing voices in private.

Zhao Fu also knew that it was inevitable that there would be no people from the Lin family and the Zhao family making trouble, but he had no choice. If he terminates the refugee acceptance this time, then he, as well as the credibility of the Northwest and Lanting, will be damaged, and Zhao Fu does not want his well-intentioned move to cause countless people to leave their hometowns and come to the Northwest to escape the war and be turned away. In this regard, Zhao Fu could only bite the bullet, forcibly suppress the voices of dissatisfaction in various places, transfer grain support from Lanting, and urge Feng Yu to reach cooperation with the countries in the south as soon as possible to buy enough food.

Fortunately, Lanting is now the only passage and stronghold leading to Beihu, and the merchants do not mind bringing high-priced grain from the south to sell it in Lanting, and then use the money from the sale of grain to buy horses, cattle and sheep of the Hu people, as well as all kinds of furs and transport them back to the south.

Although affected by the war, the south is after all the most important grain-producing area of the Lanhe Empire, and the major granaries have long accumulated a large amount of old rice because of the bumper harvests year after year, and the grain price has not fluctuated much for a while. Therefore, I think that Feng Yu's negotiation will be successful soon, after all, you can exchange worthless Chen rice for a large number of livestock, which is a choice that children will do without losing money.

However, this can only save the emergency, and the key lies in the diversion and use of these refugees. If they are allowed to enter the northwest and let it go, then I am afraid that the northwest will continue to be plagued for a while. Judging from the estimated data of the town guards, if the refugees are diverted and introduced into the northwest, the entire northwest can only accept a maximum of 1.83 million refugees. If there are more of these refugees, it will become difficult to control, and if there is any wind and grass, mutinies and other things are inevitable, and the whole northwest will never be at peace.

What to do? It's not that Zhao Fu doesn't want to learn from Roosevelt's policies, but the northwest doesn't need to dig canals, and the northwest doesn't need to build reservoirs. Therefore, Zhao Fu is at most organizing people to repair roads, and he can't solve the problem of the remaining hundreds of thousands of people.

Not to mention that thousands of people are now pouring over from the border in the hands of the Lin clan every day, and this number is still increasing steadily every day, and it is estimated that the refugees gathered in the northwest can successfully exceed three million within half a month.

"What's the matter?" When Zhao Fu was still meditating, someone outside the door asked to see him.

"A messenger has come to see you on the steppe." The attendant reports.

"Let him in." Zhao Fu waved his hand helplessly, he always likes to come one after another when troubles appear, and there is no respite at all.

After receiving permission, a man in a white robe walked in.

"I've seen the general." The visitor bowed somewhat reluctantly.

"Well, how are you?"

Zhao Fu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this person was a guardian knight of Xu Lingling, but when he saw him before, he was wearing polished stirrup armor, but this time he changed into a white robe and almost couldn't recognize it.

"Why can't it be me?" Xie Xiyan replied angrily, he didn't have a good impression of Zhao Fu.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Fu was curious.

"The saint didn't worry about you, so she specially asked me to come and see you." Xie Xiyan replied.

"As you can see, isn't it very good, what about you, is there anything you need help with?" Zhao Fu spread his hands and used his mouth to look at the mountains of copywriters on several cases.

"We ...... It's not very good either. Xie Xiyan didn't expect Zhao Fu to admit it so simply, which caught him off guard. How did he know that Zhao Fu had been exhausted by the refugee migration, and he had no mind or energy to fight with Xie Xiyan at all.

Even Zhao Fu still had a sense of intimacy after seeing Xie Xiyan - he finally had a reason not to think about the damn population problem for the time being.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Zhao Fu asked, he had heard that after the rebuilding of the Holy Sect, his small life was quite nourishing.

"We have too few people." Xie Xiyan sighed, what the Pope did in Oasis City completely destroyed the Holy Sect, fortunately, Xu Lingling, as a holy woman, still has a certain number of supporters in the Lanhe Empire, and after the Holy Sect was rebuilt, many believers voluntarily came to the grassland to follow Xu Lingling's footsteps, but even so, it was still not as good as the many believers of the Holy Sect back then.

"It's not easy." Zhao Fu sighed: "What can I do to help you?" ”

"......" Xie Xiyan was silent for a while, a little difficult to speak.

"Say, what are the big men doing writhing and pinching? There are words to talk about, there are farts to fart. ”

"That...... The saint hopes to be able to borrow some people, not much, tens of thousands...... No, a few thousand is fine, beggars, robbers, death row prisoners or whatever, we are so short of people......" Xie Xiyan said with some embarrassment.

"What did you say!"

Zhao Fu slapped the table, shaking off half of the paper, and then he quickly stood in front of Xie Xiyan, and firmly grasped Xie Xiyan's shoulders with both hands.

"Say it again!"

"Pain, pain, you let go first, we can discuss." Xie Xiyan was caught in pain.

"Ah, excuse me, say what you said before?" Zhao Fu hurriedly let go.

"We ...... I want to borrow someone from you...... I know it's a bit hard...... But, this is what the saint asked! ”

Xie Xiyan also deliberately emphasized that this was Xu Lingling's request, and the relationship between this young general and the saint was not ordinarily good.

"Hahahahaha! It's not difficult, it's not difficult at all! Zhao Fu laughed: "Take as many people as you can!" ”

Zhao Fu was worried that so many refugees had nowhere to resettle, but unexpectedly, the New Holy Sect sent someone over to deliver a pillow, and of course Zhao Fu would not object to and stop it.

(End of chapter)