More than half of the time.

Inside the welcome kiosk ten miles away from Lower Los Angeles.

Hou Wenyuan, who was dressed in a cyan county robe, stood in the welcome pavilion with his hands on his back.

With a tired look on his face, he looked at the victims who passed by on the official road in front of the guest pavilion from time to time.

Beside him, stood two officials, one civil and one military.

The writer was dressed in a black official robe, holding an account book in one hand and a wolf pen in the other.

His eyes wandered constantly among the victims passing in front of the welcome pavilion.

Whenever his gaze turned, the wolf pen in his hand would quickly wander over the account book.

This person is one of Hou Wenyuan's right-hand men, Fan Mengzhong of Lower Luocheng County.

The other person next to Hou Wenyuan was wearing a slightly dull armor, and a waist knife with a blade hidden in the sheath hung from his waist.

With one hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, it looked majestically at the victims passing in front of the welcome pavilion.

A slightly dull armor, a sword that was not known to be sharp, and a large waist and round body, and a thick beard that covered the entire chin.

For a while, it really gave people a sense of non-anger and self-authority.

Perhaps it is because of the existence of this person and the officials and soldiers next to his welcome pavilion.

The victims who dragged their families to pass by here and then just "passed by."

And this person is one of Hou Wenyuan's "right-hand men" of the Lower Los Angeles County Lieutenant - Zhang Yiming.

I don't know how long it took.

Hou Wenyuan slowly withdrew his gaze to look at the victims.

After reaching out and rubbing his slightly sour eyes.

Hou Wenyuan slowly looked sideways at Fan Mengzhong, the county Cheng who was holding an account book in one hand and a wolf pen in the other.

"How many victims have passed through this place?"

Hou Wenyuan's face was full of tiredness, and he asked weakly and slowly.

"Back to Shangguan, since the middle of the hour, a total of 326 victims have passed through this place."

Hearing this, Fan Mengzhong quickly put away the account book and wolf pen in his hand, and then replied with a salute.

"Of the three hundred and twenty victims, how many are young men, how many are children, how many are women, and how many are children?"

Hou Wenyuan nodded slightly, and then slowly asked.

"Go back to Shangguan." Fan Mengzhong's back bent slightly, bowed his hand and said, "Among the 326 victims, about 60% are young men and 20% are children."

"Ninety percent of these two are boys."

"Of the remaining 20 percent, the woman and the old man each occupy about 10 percent."

Hou Wenyuan nodded slightly when he heard this, and then stopped speaking.

At the same time, his brow tightened.

Notice.

Shanggu County and Liaodong County are separated by three counties: Liaoxi, Youbeiping, and Yuyang.

Lower Los Angeles is located almost in the westernmost part of Upper Valley County.

But even so, within two hours, there were still as many as 326 victims of the disaster, trekking through mountains and rivers through Lower Los Angeles.

It can be seen that under this great snowstorm.

How many people in Liaodong chose to leave their homes because they couldn't survive.

That's what I think about.

Hou Wenyuan couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Then he slowly looked up at the official road to the east of the welcome pavilion.

Since the people of Liaodong left their homeland and began to scatter into exile.

He received a secret letter from the Yan Palace.

In the secret letter, he ordered him to open the city gates to accommodate the victims.

If you count the 326 victims who passed through this place above.

In the past few days, the entire city of Lower Los Angeles has received nearly 2,000 victims.

This number of victims does not seem to be many.

But for the city of Lower Los Angeles, which is in ruins, it is tantamount to an unbearable burden.

Nothing else will be mentioned for the time being.

Nearly 2,000 victims eat and drink every day, and no matter how much they save, it is a big expense.

That's what I think about.

Hou Wenyuan couldn't help but sigh wordlessly again.

Deep down, he also wants to save these victims.

But the reality is that it has no ability or financial resources to help the nearly 2,000 victims.

And, with the passage of time, the current number of victims is just the beginning.

Under the "inaction" of the Liaodong government, there will only be more and more people who will flee from their hometowns in order to survive in the future.

......

......

Shen Shi Xu.

A three-way green canopy carriage slowly approached the welcome pavilion in Lower Los Angeles under the guard of more than 100 elite cavalry.

When Hou Wenyuan saw this, his face couldn't help but be shocked.

Immediately took a group of officials out of the welcome booth and went to the official road to greet them.

After more than 100 breaths.

The three-wheel green canopy carriage slowly stopped beside the official road.

Xu Yi, who was dressed in a dark jade-colored green dragon suit, lifted the curtain and slowly walked out of the car.

"Xiaguan ordered Hou Wenyuan to meet His Royal Highness King Yan."

Hou Wenyuan paused and saluted towards Xu Yi.

"Xiaguan went down to Luocheng County Cheng Fan Mengzhong to meet His Royal Highness King Yan."

"Zhang Yiming, the lieutenant of Luocheng County, will meet His Royal Highness King Yan."

Fan Mengzhong and Zhang Yiming followed Hou Wenyuan and saluted.

"Let's go down to the officials of Los Angeles and meet His Royal Highness King Yan."

After the three of them saluted separately, the officials of Lower Los Angeles City who followed them bowed their hands in unison.

Xu Yi nodded slightly, then waved his hand and said, "You are exempt."

"His Royal Highness King Xie Yan." Hou Wenyuan and other officials in Lower Los Angeles heard the words and once again bowed their hands to thank them.

After everyone got up.

Xu Yi slowly walked to the welcome pavilion on the side.

Seeing this, Hou Wenyuan waved his hand slightly to disperse the officials.

Then he walked alone to the welcome pavilion.

"Lord Wang."

Hou Wenyuan walked to the welcome pavilion and bowed again.

"Sit."

Xu Yi slowly sat down in the main seat, and then waved his hand slightly to signal Hou Wenyuan to step forward and take a seat.

"Yes."

Hou Wenyuan bowed again, and then walked quickly to the welcome pavilion and slowly took a seat.

Wait until they are fully seated.

Xu Yi slowly asked, "In the past few days, how many people from the land of Liaodong have been accepted in Xialuo City?"

When Hou Wenyuan heard this, he replied truthfully, "If you count the three hundred and twenty-six victims who passed through in these two hours."

"Lower Los Angeles received nearly 2,000 victims from the land of Liaodong."

Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then said slowly again: "When I came alone, there were already more than 7,000 victims outside Fuyang City."

"Gu has already ordered people to move all the more than 7,000 victims to Lower Los Angeles City in three days."

Hou Wenyuan's face changed instantly when he heard this, and he opened his mouth several times with an unspeakable face, and then closed his mouth several times.

"But what's the difficulty?" Xu Yi asked as usual.

"Back to ...... Go back to the prince." Hou Wenyuan secretly pinched his thigh under the stone table, and then mustered up the courage to speak: "I'm afraid there is no surplus food in Xialuo City to support the more than 7,000 victims of Liaodong."

The words fell.

Hou Wenyuan paused slightly, and then spoke again: "As for food, saving some of them can't satisfy the stomachs of the more than 7,000 victims, but it can save one of their lives."

"Now, the most helpless thing for the lower officials is the thing that keeps them warm."

"With the snow disaster in eastern Liaodong gradually spreading to the land of western Liaoning."

"Nowadays, the prices of firewood, charcoal and other heating materials in Liaodong, Liaoxi, Youbeiping, Yuyang, and even Shanggu County are all rising all the way."

"Next....... Lower Los Angeles is really ...... There is really no extra financial resources to add nine

More than 1,000 people need to keep warm."

As he spoke, Hou Wenyuan sighed deeply again.

Today's situation really responds to the old saying, "In these days, the landlord's family has no surplus food."

Xu Yi chuckled when he heard this, "Five thousand stone of grain will arrive in Lower Los Angeles in the near future."

"This 5,000 stone grain will be used to relieve the victims of the disaster in Liaodong."

"If it is not enough, the orphan can increase the aid of food."

"As for the warmth."

Xu Yi paused slightly, and then spoke again: "As for the warmth, Wen Yuan doesn't need to worry, there is a solution to this matter."

Hou Wenyuan's eyes couldn't help but widen when she heard this.

He really couldn't figure out why Xu Yi wanted to spend so much money to help the victims in Liaodong.

Notice.

More than 9,000 people want to survive this cold winter, and there are not a few things they need to keep warm.

And at today's market prices, the amount of money needed must be a day's mark.

More than ten years later.

Hou Wenyuan forcibly settled down, and then stood up with admiration and bowed and said, "The prince is righteous."

Xu Yi chuckled and waved his hand to signal Hou Wenyuan to sit down again, and then scolded with a smile: "Don't shoot lonely sycophants, don't eat this set alone."

After Hou Wenyuan sat down again with a smile on his face.

The smile on Xu Yi's face was instantly replaced by seriousness.

"These 7,000 people are just the beginning."

"If the snow disaster in Liaodong cannot be properly handled."

"If the number of exiles among the people of Liaodong is too great."

"In the future, Xia Luocheng may need to accept at least 30,000 victims from Liaodong."

Hou Wenyuan's mouth couldn't help but widen slowly when he heard this, and the voice in his mouth was even more like a voice that he could hear, and he muttered in disbelief, "Three...... Thirty thousand...... I...... More than 30,000 ...... Disaster victims."

Dozens of breaths later.

Hou Wenyuan looked at Xu Yi with puzzlement.

The look of disbelief in his eyes has not dissipated for a long time.

Xu Yi nodded slightly and confirmed: "You heard it right, in the future, it is very likely that Xialuo City will help more than 30,000 victims of Liaodong at the same time."

"As for the reason behind the relief of the victims, there is no need to ask, when the time comes, you will understand."

"In addition, the daily food and clothing of the more than 30,000 victims are jointly borne by the "Royal Mansion", Fuyang City and Xia Luo City."

The words fell.

Hou Wenyuan instantly dispelled the desire to ask.

With his understanding of Xu Yi's past, he naturally understands in his heart that Xu Yi doesn't want to say anything.

Even if Emperor Zhengde came, it would be impossible for him to ask about what he didn't want to say.

As for the food and clothing of the more than 30,000 victims in Xu Yi's mouth, the Yanwang Mansion and Fuyang City and Xia Luo City jointly bear the matter.

Hou Wenyuan did not have the slightest concern about this.

It is not so much that it is shared by the Yan Wangfu and Fuyang City and Xia Luo City.

It is better to say that the Yanwang Mansion used the name of Fuyang and Xialuo to relieve the victims.

In the final analysis, it's just a matter of name.

If this matter is fully led and responsible by the Yan Wangfu.

Then all kinds of troubles will inevitably arise, and then all kinds of troubles will be added to them in vain.

But if this matter is jointly done by Yan Wangfu, the county seat Fuyang and the county seat Xialuo, then this move will invisibly block many people's mouths.

As for the fiefdom, the official government and the vassal king are too close.

Xu Yi has his own strategy to deal with this matter.

If there is trouble, Xu Yi will definitely not do it.

Hou Wenyuan settled down, and then bowed and said, "This matter is all arranged by the prince."

Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then chuckled: "When this matter is completely settled, there will be nearly 6,000 more households in Xia Luocheng, and Wen Yuan will need to worry a lot about it then."

Hou Wenyuan was stunned when he heard this.

Originally, the focus was on how to deal with the victims.

But he never thought about what would happen if the matter was completely settled.

And Xu Yi reminded slightly.

Hou Wenyuan instantly realized that what Xu Yi sent to him this time was not only a good reputation, but also a great merit.

and the infinitely bright future of Lower Los Angeles.

The population is large and small.

To a certain extent, it is enough to determine whether a city is rich or poor.

If the number of households in Lower Los Angeles were to increase by nearly 6,000 households, its prosperity would skyrocket.

That's what I think about.

Hou Wenyuan finally calmed down the crazy beating heart.

Then he got up with a grateful face and saluted, "Your Majesty has thanked the prince for his promotion."

Xu Yi waved his hand slightly and said, "Between you and me, there is no need to be so polite."

"Yes." Hou Wenyuan nodded in understanding.

The words fell.

Xu Yi got up slowly, and then walked towards the three-wheel green canopy carriage.

As he walked, he slowly spoke, "Let's go, go into the city with Gu."

"Yes." Hou Wenyuan agreed, and then slowly followed Xu Yi's footsteps.

Inside the three-wheel green canopy carriage.

Xu Yi and Hou Wenyuan sat opposite each other.

There was no longer a word about the victims of Liaodong in the conversation.

With the three-yuan green canopy carriage, under the arch guard of more than 100 elite cavalry soldiers and a group of officials and officials of Lower Los Angeles, it slowly marched towards the east gate of Lower Los Angeles.

The two people in the carriage of the three-yuan green canopy carriage also governed one place by themselves and talked about governing one side.

I have to say that Hou Wenyuan really deserves to be the former Jishi of the Hanlin Academy.

There are many different perspectives on governance.

And these unique insights became deeper and deeper as the two talked more and more.

It seems to have become a nutrient that cannot be seen or touched, but it really exists.

was frantically absorbed into his mind by Xu Yi on the side.

If it can combine its own opinions in the future, remove its dross and retain its essence.

Then it is bound to become more and more sophisticated in governance.

Two quarters of an hour later.

The three-wheel green canopy carriage slowly traveled to the east gate of Lower Los Angeles.

Xu Yi, who was originally silent in sitting and talking about the Tao, gradually came back to his senses.

He reached out and slowly lifted the curtain on the side.

Quietly looked at the officials on the side of the city gate.

At this time, several officials dressed in soap clothes were sitting upright on the wooden table.

Holding a wolf pen, he slowly re-registered the more than 20 victims around him.

After receiving the new household registration again.

Because of the great snowstorm, the loss of relatives, desperation, uprooting and other unfortunate things.

And the victims of Liaodong with hunger, cold and suffering on their faces.

A rare heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

After some thanksgiving.

The victims of the Liaodong disaster slowly walked into Xialuo City under the joint leadership of a city defense soldier and a county government officer.

From the moment he approached Lower Los Angeles, Liaodong completely became his hometown.

And the lower Los Angeles city in Yandi Valley County will become its real home.