"Why do I have more than 500,000 households in Bashu? Why do I have all the wilderness all the way through?" Song Jiu asked on the horse's back. This is not a small number. The population of the Ministry of Revenue in the previous year was only 1.2 million households in the Song Dynasty, including Jinghu area. Now the so-called Bashu actually only refers to the north of the Yangtze River. Its area is less than one-sixth of the Song Dynasty's area, and its population density is three times that of the Song Dynasty. Moreover, there are many people in Bashu and Qiang, and the number of households cannot be counted as more than 700,000. It will be more than five times the population density of the Song Dynasty.

"Advisor, you have chosen a safe route along the way. Most of the people have turned into refugees, and refugees have to eat. There are only a few choices: one is to flee in the mountains, one is to rebel with the rioters, loot everywhere, and the other is to flow spontaneously. It turns out that although the population of Bashu is large, they have turned into refugees, neither farming nor weaving, so many places have become wilderness."

“So where does the food come from?”

"Bashu is a country of Tianfu. All prefectures and counties have some grain storage, including villages and villages. Wherever refugees pass, the villages turned into ashes and plundered them all. So the villagers in this village became refugees again and swept into the next village. For this matter, Mr. Lu couldn't rest day and night." When Jiang Wenshu said this, his face was heartbroken. What a good place, it turned out like this in the blink of an eye. "After the chaos, small

People predict that there is only one left in the people.”

It is not necessarily true that the Song army advanced rapidly in Hanzhong, and they did little evil, so they were still quieter. Either Badong and Cao Bin went west along the waterway, and advanced quickly, and Dazhou and Bazhou and other areas were relatively stable. However, this refugee was wandering everywhere, like Jianzhou, which was originally stable. He did not rebel with the All Shixiong because of the impact of the refugees. He also began to turmoil after last summer.

But after this riot, the people will inevitably be sharply reduced.

The group quickly came to the gold digging point that the Scholar Jiang mentioned.

There is a small wine shop by the river, which sells wine and tea, but the houses built by the gold-digging people are on the other side of the river. The river is not wide, with a small wooden bridge, and then some straw sheds are built at the foot of the mountain. Song Jiu couldn't understand it, and Gao Qiong saw it at a glance: "Jiulang, this leader is quite scheming. If there are refugees coming, these gold-digging people can quickly leave this place and escape into the mountains and forests behind."

Gao Qiong doesn't care, it's a war, it's an inevitable product, but Song Jiu didn't want to talk as he looked over the way.

If this continues, he doesn't know how the Song Dynasty finally calmed down Sichuan.

The grass shed is dilapidated. Fortunately, the climate here is the basin, and the winter is still very cold, but not as cold as Kaifeng. Otherwise, half of the people would freeze to death in one winter. But a half-person-high earth wall was built outside.

Is this arrangement to prevent officers and soldiers, refugees or rebels?

Song Jiu didn't understand. Maybe all three must be guarded against. This reminded Song Jiu of the stories before liberation that his grandmother often told him in his previous life. The people hated the Japanese the most, but some Kuomintang teams, and the New Fourth Army that they loved the most. The one in the middle was even worse than the robbers, who really slept under the people's roofs. Therefore, when crossing the river, my grandfather went to the front line to deliver salt bags.

But all the way, the New Fourth Army did not see it, all the Japanese and Kuomintang troops were seen.

He sighed in his heart and continued to look. A boat actually came from the small river, unloading a lot of goods from the ship. Some of the gold-digging tools in their hands rushed to the ship from the river regardless of wet clothes.

Seeing their bodies full of pain, Song Jiu couldn't help but tremble. Although it was a basin, it was still very cold in the twelfth lunar month. How could these people bear it? He said, "Go and take a look."

A group of people flocked to each other.

Seeing that they were coming, the people did not welcome them. Instead, they retreated to the riverside together, and someone actually took up weapons. Jiang Wenshu hurriedly shouted: "Friends, don't worry, this is the envoy sent by His Majesty himself."

He was so anxious that his head was sweating.

Along the way, Song Jiu didn't talk much, and asked about the people of Bashu. But he could see that this son was not evil and had sympathy. Why did Mr. Lu look down on this young boy? He couldn't understand, and he didn't believe that Song Jiu had any good plans to restore the bad situation in Bashu. But he could see that this son was very upright, did not disturb the people, and did not accept gifts. At least he could return to the capital to report the situation in Bashu to the emperor. If these people were ungrateful, hurt him, and became those big devils in anger, it would be difficult to deal with.

"Dear fellow villagers, don't worry. I came to Bashu to take a look, mainly to see refugees," said Song Jiu, but he was also afraid of accidents. Moreover, he was sharp-eyed and saw that these people actually had some pavilions and bows and arrows that only appeared in the army. There were also a large number of people, with more than a hundred men and some women and children in the distance. Once a conflict arose, I couldn't bear to kill them, and if I didn't kill them, I would kill myself. Therefore, I never dismounted.

A big man walked out and waved his hand: "The people sent by the emperor, let's scatter, do their own things, regardless of him."

Song Jiu didn't expect to have good intentions. He just had no malice. He turned over and got off the horse and came to the boat to see the refugees. The emperor asked him to see the refugees, so let you see. The people ignored him and did their own work. He moved some farm tools, cloth, daily necessities and other miscellaneous items from the boat.

Song Jiu walked up to the man and asked, "The surname of Dalang?"

If the fist does not hit the smiley person, Song Jiu has a good attitude, and the big man becomes softer again and replied: "This official brother, the surname is Qiao."

"Qiao Dalang, polite."

"I dare not take it." The big man was shocked. This trick was learned by Song Jiu and Lu Duan.

“Why buy these farm tools?”

"To be honest, we are all people who have escaped from all over the world. Niuzhishui has been pursuing gold since the Tang Dynasty, and there are very few gold sands. If you are lucky, you can still get more than twenty taels of gold sand a year, but if you are unlucky, you can only get a few taels of gold sand."

Song Jiu nodded. It seemed that the number of more than twenty taels of gold sand seemed to be quite large, but in fact it was not much. It was gold sand, not gold, and it had to be refined. These gold people obviously did not have this skill, so they would inevitably be exploited by merchants. There were tens of thousands of gold coins, but it would be good to give them a few hundred cents.

The big man said again: "It is my idea to let the villagers hide the golden sand they have found and leave only a few to trade. Seeing that we have less income, no one will disturb us. But it is not a long-term plan. The end of the year has come. I asked them to take out the golden sand and exchange them for goods together. I plan to stop rushing gold after the New Year and open up land and farming."

"Why don't you go back?"

"Where are you going back? Either you are thieves everywhere or settle down. Because everyone ran away together, some powerful gentry colluded with officials to tamper with the land deeds. When we go back, we can only do divisions. It's better to Puzhou, the one we plan to go to is Puzhou."

"Qiao Dalang. Don't be anxious. Governor Kang has been moved to Yanze and the recruitment inspector of the Qi Prefectures of Dongchuan, and will no longer serve as Governor of Puzhou."

"Is God going to destroy us?"

"That's right. When I came from the capital, the court issued an imperial edict, selecting good officials from all the prefectures and counties in the west of the capital, and re-appointing them as chief officials from both rivers. As long as the two thieves in Lu and one by one, Bashu will be peaceful."

In fact, Song Jiu felt quite uncomfortable. It was inevitable that these people would not care about the benefits of Lu Yuqing. Wang Quanbin and others also stationed troops in Yizhou. Lu Yuqing was able to stabilize the core of Yizhou and not let it mess up. This was a miracle. But who is Kang Yanze? An authentic Hu man. So many Han officials and generals came down, but they were not as good as a Hu man.

This is impossible to say.

"And Puzhou is peaceful, and the people who escaped from Puzhou can return to their homes. Why do you compete with them for land?"

"What should we do?"

"Where are you going, it's better to do this. You can cultivate here first. This rebellion seems to have not been quelled for half a year. Plant some crops first. At least you can get food and clothing back to your home. If someone invades your fields, I will send you a letter to the government and sue it. It's really not possible. Don't be afraid of hard work. You can contact each other and send a representative to the capital to find me. I will solve it for you." As he said that, Song Jiu took out a piece of paper, folded it into more than a dozen pieces, tore it apart, put it on a seal, write a line of short words, and handed it to the big man.

"It seems that the court has good officials."

"The court was originally a good official, and His Majesty was worried about Zhongzhong when he heard all kinds of Bashu, otherwise he would not have sent envoys to check it out again and again."

"Your Majesty cares about the people, why don't you transfer this murderous general?"

Song Jiu didn't dare to answer and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty will give Bashu a fair one. Since I have a fate to meet you, I will treat you today and let everyone have a meal."

"So many villagers, please invite them together?"

"I'm asking for it together," Song Jiu called out four guards and rode his horse to Panshi County. Before it got dark, he bought two pigs, and carried them back in half. There were only one hundred strong men here, including women and children, and there were only four or five people. Two pigs were enough.

The big man obviously didn't believe that Song Jiuxin was so good, so he asked suspiciously: "Brother Guan, what do you want to do when you buy two pigs?"

"Qiao Dalang, Your Majesty, I am worried when he heard that the people in Bashu are everywhere, so I can't rest assured. Let me come down and take a look and think about the good Fang Ce. But if I don't want to talk about Fang Ce, I don't dare to go deeper in many areas, so how can I talk about Fang Ce? Dalang is extraordinary and thinks that his origin is extraordinary. If you have any intention, can you accompany me to have a few glasses of water and wine, and how you have seen and heard?"

"middle."

There are no good dishes in the wine shop, but they are fried with garlic and pork ginger, and the taste is very unpalatable. You can't be picky in this wilderness. Song Jiu reluctantly ate fried with garlic. The pork ginger was unable to eat. It was fishy and stinky, and there was a smell. Did it last ten days and half a month?

"Brother Guan, you have never suffered a lot, have you?"

"Qiao Dalang, it's a mistake. I have suffered a lot. When I was a child, both my parents died. Fortunately, my three sisters came to take care of each other from time to time. I failed to win many trials. I mentioned a marriage but made people regret the marriage and were ashamed. But I was picky about food because I worked hard, so when my family was about to be in a poor state, I got up again. We can't blame the sky, the earth and the court, but whether you have tried hard or choose the right path."

Gao Qiong said on the side: "This hero, what the Inspector Song envoy said is not false. He lived a life of luxury and food. He was indeed a hard work and had no help from others."
Chapter completed!