When Yang Xuan was in Yuanzhou, the farthest place he visited was Dongyu Mountain.

There are many wild animals and hunters in Dongyu Mountain.

The other place is the county seat.

He brought prey to the city to sell, and the biggest official he met was the county magistrate.

When the county magistrate went out, he picked up the prey and stood on the street, looking at it in awe, without saying anything such as: This one can take its place.

He didn't even expect to be able to say a word to the county magistrate.

At that time, he had a standard commoner mentality.

A small official can make him tremble, squatting on the ground and not daring to raise his head.

He has also seen refugees...not refugees, just beggars.

The beggar was driven out of the city by two subordinate officials carrying sticks. The miserable howling sound became Yang Xuan's nightmare that night.

Later he found out that Sima Zhou was going to pass by the local area the next day.

He had only heard of the word refugee.

He felt that no matter what happened, he would always be able to find a bite of food.

Later, when he arrived in Chang'an, Chang'an was prosperous and prosperous, so he ignored the word "refugee".

After arriving in Northern Xinjiang, this place...how can I put it!

If you are really out of food, you have many options to choose from: venture into farming. As long as you are brave enough, then leave the city and go north to find a piece of wasteland. After the wasteland is cleared, it will be yours.

Therefore, there is no situation in northern Xinjiang where there are too many people and too little land. There is only a question of whether one dares or not.

If that doesn't work, you can still become a horse thief and plunder everywhere.

Of course, Yang Xuan later intensified his crackdown, and the horse thieves, a group that made people in northern Xinjiang gnash their teeth, gradually declined.

Therefore, although the economic conditions in northern Xinjiang are not very good, it is difficult to see refugees.

When traveling out of northern Xinjiang, he would see refugees from time to time, but they were always in small groups and family units, which didn't look so shocking.

Until this moment, seeing the thousands of refugees either happy or crying, Yang Xuan's psychological defense collapsed.

It was like being forced to go hunting in the mountains that year.

He feels the same way!

On the other side, a team of Dengzhou sergeants were monitoring the situation.

"Yang Gou seems to be crying."

"Be respectful!"

"What's that called?"

"Deputy Ambassador Yang."

Each person has a bowl of gruel, and those who have more will not be given.

"Take your time and eat it one meal at a time. If you eat too much in one meal, you will die!"

A doctor shouted loudly, and the soldiers were also stopping the refugees who were holding bowls and licking their lips for another bowl of porridge.

"Where can we eat dead people?"

A man said loudly.

"That's what I said."

The doctor had a cold face.

"Who are you?"

"Chen Huagu, a famous doctor in northern Xinjiang."

Chen Huagu looked at the man proudly, and the man said sarcastically: "Yes."

Chen Huagu led his disciples to inspect the refugees and explained the precautions according to the rules.

"There are fixed pits for both large and small defecation. Men and women are separated. They are not allowed to defecate anywhere. If caught, they will be severely punished! They will be kicked out of Northern Xinjiang!"

"If you are sick, please report it immediately."

Chen Huagu went to Yang Xuan to report.

"More than 20 people are seriously ill, and more than ten of them..."

"I got it, there's a big car accompanying me, take it with you and let's set off!"

Yang Xuan felt that his sadness came suddenly, and he felt a little depressed on the way back.

He asked Han Ji, "Old man, am I a little sentimental?"

As a gentleman, this seems to be a taboo.

Han Ji said in surprise: "Mr. Lang loves his people like his own son!"

Well!

That’s it!

Yang Xuan felt that he was thinking too much.

After camping at night, Han Ji and He Lianyan took a walk in the camp together.

"Mr. Lang is too kind," Han Ji said.

"Are you saying that Lang Jun shed tears today?" He Lianyan glanced at him and said, "Lang Jun comes from a lower class, this is just because he feels the same."

"I thought you would say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad."

"You said it, I didn't."

"This world is not far away from chaos. The world is in chaos. If you want to gain a firm foothold, kindness is necessary. But many times, kindness will harm people."

"You mean, the Tang Dynasty is going to be in chaos?"

"Over in southern Xinjiang, the emperor and Yang Songcheng are fighting for power. One is Shi Zhongtang and the other is Zhang Chumao. It is still unclear who will win.

Then came Chang'an. The king of Wei and the king of Yue were competing for the throne. It seemed like the two princes were fighting, but behind the scenes it was a struggle between the emperor and the aristocratic family leader Yang Song."

"It's still early!"

"The older a person gets, the more afraid of death they become. Seeing death approaching, the kind old man who used to be kind will become selfish and strange. The father and son who used to be harmonious will become incompatible with each other.

The emperor only knows power. When he sees death approaching step by step, what do you think he will do?"

"Trouble!" He Lianyan sneered. In this regard, the Emperor of Northern Liao was also a piss-poor.

"That's right, it's a toss." Han Ji said: "If he is not willing to do so, ordinary people will only torment their families at most. But if the emperor is not willing, he will torment the world. He will regard the world as his own chess piece. How can he feel that Just play whatever is fun."

"The refugees in Chang'an are indifferent this time. This is just fun!"

"Yes, he had a great time." Han Ji smiled sadly: "I'm thinking, when everyone in the world is filial to the stupid emperor, will he still be able to sit still?"

When the time comes, the boss holds the banner high and shouts, and the world will follow!

"Two things. First, you have forgotten that the powerful families and powerful people in the world have benefited from the emperor. Without the emperor, how could they annex land unscrupulously?"

"What about the second one?" Han Ji smiled.

"Secondly, no matter how many refugees there are, you have to see that life in the south is still good. It is said that there is a lot of fertile land there, but no one is cultivating it. Therefore, the emperor is not playing, he is just enjoying it."

"Haha!" Han Ji said with a smile: "It seems that you have been thinking about some issues recently, which is a good thing. However, I want to remind you that Jin Yiwei is like a mirror. There are many things that you should not interfere with. Don't interfere. .”

The mirror stand is the emperor's slave.

As for Jinyiwei, Yang Xuan ordered He Lianyan to take charge, so he had some considerations in this regard.

"I know this better than you."

"Haha!" Han Ji said with a smile: "Some people say, why not let Jinyiwei become a separate yamen of the Jiedushi Mansion?"

"In recent years, many ministers have called for Jingtai to become a separate yamen in the court, away from the control of the emperor." He Lianyan has studied his colleagues deeply, "but no emperor has ever agreed."

"Lang Jun is just the deputy envoy of Jiedu."

"Is it different from an emperor?"

"No way!"

"Then it's over!"

He Lianyan looked at the setting sun and said, "The Jin Yiwei are the eyes and ears of the prince. Anyone who proposes to put the Jin Yiwei under the jurisdiction of the Jiedushi Mansion will have uneasy intentions."

She was guessing who that person was.

"It's Mr. Liu!"

"Liu Sima!?" He Lianyan looked at Han Ji with a cold look in his eyes.

"The next person who opposed him was me." Han Ji smiled with a smile.

"Given the relationship between Liu Sima and Lang Jun, even if he wants to give advice on such matters, he will only talk about it privately and publicly..."
To be continued...