On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, the grain harvest in various places has been completed, the grain has been bagged, and the straw has been stacked. The people in the countryside are all waiting to hand over the grain so that they can be safe.

When the time came, Li Mengxi issued multiple orders in succession.

The first order was to vacate all the tents, set them up in the fields outside the city, and arrange the camp to prepare for the resettlement of people from all over.

The second order is to collect all the carriages and horses in preparation for the collection of grain and wheat straw. Yes, wheat straw is also required. Materials are extremely scarce. Many houses in the city only have four walls, and there is an urgent need for roofing materials. Moreover, wheat straw is placed in the countryside.

, can only be used as firewood, feed cattle, herd giant deer, and can also be used to make paper, and can also be used as raw materials for various industries such as straw shoes, straw hats, and silk mats.

The third order sent out all the officials from all ministries and ordered them to go down with soldiers to take charge of the grain collection. It required that all the grain, all the wheat straw, and all the manpower from various places, including all plows, hoes, bedding, and porridge cooks, should be collected.

Cooking utensils and other things were all brought to the giant deer. This was more like another move than harvesting grain.

Soon after the order was issued, neighboring townships and counties in Julu County received the first wave of grain payment news.

In a village, the summer harvest had just ended. The fields around the village were completely bare, leaving only short wheat stubbles in the ground. The people did not rest even after harvesting the wheat. Those with plows took their plows and began to pick the fields.

Those who don’t have a plow are also removing the wheat stubble by digging it with a hoe.

From this we can see how important the plow is as a production tool, not only for farming but also for harvesting.

A convoy arrived, and the current cavalry was carrying the banner of "Liu". The people saw that they were their own cavalry.

The village chief here saw this team coming, put down his hoe and walked over from the field.

After two visits, the village commander looked at the team and saw that there were many cars in the team. The village commander guessed that it might be time to collect grain.

"Master, are you paying for the food?" the village chief asked with a somewhat uneasy smile.

In fact, many of the village chiefs in various places were born as refugees. Although they hold the position of village chief, they are just refugees who have just experienced the turmoil and have just stabilized.

The official who collected the grain glanced at the village chief and said directly, "There is an order from above. Go and gather people, grain, wheat straw, plows and hoes, and take away everything you can."

The village chief didn't know why and asked hesitantly, "Is this going to..."

"Relocation." the official replied.

The people always want to be safe. They have just settled down, they have just settled down, they have just seen the food, and they have to leave again. In the bottom of their hearts, the village chief does not want to move.

"Then... what to do with the wheat stubble in the fields?" the village chief asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter. Whoever is given the land can get it by himself.

Go, greet people, pack your things, and get ready to leave." The official urged.

The commander of the village felt uneasy. He turned around and took two steps. He couldn't help but stop and ask, "Master, how much food are you planning to harvest?"

"I don't know." The official shook his head, "They didn't tell me how much they would charge. What? Are you afraid of starving you?" the official sneered and said sarcastically.

There is no need to finish the words, the village chief can understand the meaning, including this official, including the village chief, including most of the people in the village, half a year ago, they were all Yellow Turban refugees. At that time, there was a shortage of food in the army. Liu Xuande had to buy food everywhere.

No one has starved to death, and now that there is food, no one will starve to death.

Although the village chief was worried and concerned about food, he was not too afraid.

The benevolent and righteous deeds of Liu Bei and the rebel army have long been deeply remembered in the hearts of the refugees.

When the village chief returned, he went around to greet people and told the villagers about the relocation.

When they heard about the relocation, the campers had the same reaction: they were hesitant and embarrassed, and they didn't want to move.

"Can you not leave?" Tun Ding couldn't help but ask.

The village chief gave a helpless smile and said, "If someone asks me to move, can I not move?"

Seeing that nothing could be done, the campers had to disperse and clean up.

It's about relocation, so you can no longer live here, so your food must be taken away. The first thing the campers care about is their own food.

The newly harvested wheat, newly harvested peas, including the wild vegetables and wild fruits that are usually dug, if they can be taken away, the campers will definitely take them away without leaving any behind, let alone secretly hide them. This played right into Li Mengxi's hands.

After a long time, the campers gathered the things properly.

The officials dispatched a convoy to pick them up. The campers paid great attention to the grain. When the grain was loaded onto the truck, the campers watched closely for fear of being confused with others.

What's more, they are afraid that the food will be handed over to others, so they would rather carry the food on their shoulders.

When the officials saw this, they said nothing.

I think about half a year ago, when the refugee team was sent to the fields half a year ago, everyone at that time only had a bedding, a hoe, a pottery urn, a pair of bowls, a pair of straw sandals, and a pair of shabby clothes, and nothing else. When the troops were dispatched, there wasn't that much stuff, so a few trucks pulled all the stuff.

Now we are moving again, but the small farm site of 72 people has been sent to 50 vehicles, which are full of people.

This may be called the fact that the poor but poor villagers have more grain, more wheat straw, and more miscellaneous things.

After walking for a long time, this group of campers arrived at Julu and arrived at the resettlement place.

The place of settlement was a large and neat tent, and soldiers came out to meet the group.

Follow the soldiers into the camp and then to the designated tent.

The soldier ordered, "The men will live in the tent on the left, and the women will live in the tent on the right. Put them in the bedding tent, and put the food and other important things in the tent. Take care of them all, don't lose them!"

Find a place to pile up the rest of the miscellaneous stuff outside."

The campers hurriedly unloaded their food from the cart and moved it into the tent. They worked for a while. After the food was moved and everyone put the bedding, there was not much space in the tent and there was no room for the bedding.

After waiting for the miscellaneous things to be placed next to each other outside the tent, the panting campers, who were tired from the journey for a long time, rushed to the tent to rest.

The tent was as big as it could be. There was a lot of food piled up, and the space left was only enough for three beds. It was impossible to sleep on it. Everyone sat crowded on the bunks, sitting among the piles of food all around. They looked at each other. , “I don’t know how much food we have to pay, and how much can we save?”

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Soon, a man opened the tent and came in.

This man was dressed as a soldier, with armor on his body, a medicine pouch on his arm, and a gourd hanging on his waist. "Hey, it's crowded, come out and say something."

At the first glance, the guards immediately recognized the identity of the military doctor.

During the six months since I was stationed in the fields, military doctors often went to the countryside for diagnosis and treatment, and the soldiers in the field were all familiar with the attire of the military doctors.

Outside the tent, a guard looked at me and brought a bundle of firewood for the military doctor to sit on.

Just in front of the tent, the military doctor was treating the newly returned campers one by one. The military doctor's attentiveness in diagnosis and treatment, checking the pulse, and constantly asking the campers how they were doing and whether they were feeling uncomfortable, made the campers feel like they were in the spring breeze.

The military doctor came with a mission from above. After diagnosing each person, the sick person would be given medicine, and the healthy person would be given a pill. The pill is heat-clearing powder extracted from willow branches. Anyway, this thing has the effect of clearing away heat and analgesic.

, it’s okay to eat it.

After a while, the military doctors finished diagnosing and treating the campers. They stood up, picked up their medicine bags, smiled and saluted the campers with cupped fists, "I'll go over first. If anyone feels uncomfortable, please come to me in the camp."

The campers were eager to persuade the military doctor to stay, and wanted to treat the military doctor to a meal before leaving, but the military doctor still did not stop. In the past six months, it has been the same, the military doctor often came to the village, treated the patients and then left, determined not to stay, and even if he stayed, he would not be able to stay.

Speaking of eating.

After a while, the smell of sweet millet porridge wafted from somewhere. Everyone couldn't help but look and saw that walking in, there was a big urn not far away, and the cooks were cooking porridge.

Some of the campers were worried about their food and did not dare to move, while others walked towards the porridge shed.

Walking to the porridge shed, one vat was boiling golden millet porridge, and the other vat was boiling meatballs that were churning up and down.

The fried meatballs have a unique deep-fried aroma, and as soon as they are boiled in the vat, the smell will come out.

Tun Ding looked at the oil blossoms tumbling with the boiling water in the vat, and his stomach growled.

The fried meatballs are so delicious. I haven’t eaten them for a long time since I left Julu and went to work in the fields. Now that I can eat them again, the people in the field are almost overjoyed.

It was still early, and there was still some time before lunch. The troops from the camp kept coming back, and people kept being arranged to be resettled in the camp.

There are more and more people, and the camp is getting more and more lively. Every time a wave of campers comes back, military doctors will come to diagnose and treat them one by one, so that every camper who returns can feel that they are valued.

Coupled with the porridge and meatballs being cooked in the camp, and the aroma of the food, the Tun Ding, who was a little worried at first, felt at ease before he knew it.

When it comes to soothing people's hearts, Li Mengxi has a lot of experience. Along the way, he has used this method of applying medicine to separate porridge, and he has used it again and again, and it has always worked.

On the first day after the grain collection order was issued, as many as 70,000 manpower came from the vicinity of Julu. This large number of manpower, together with all the grain harvest in the countryside, and even all the wheat straw, arrived at the same time.

The entire territory of Julu has a population of 520,000. At this rate, considering the long distances to some places, all the manpower and all the food will be reached within fifteen years.

The efficiency is fast enough, but the management system was suddenly overwhelmed by the sudden arrangement to accommodate so many manpower and material resources in a short period of time.

Li Mengxi was very busy. Not only collecting grain, but also resettling hundreds of thousands of people already made him extremely busy.

Hundreds of thousands of people, together with the grain, firewood, grass and other production and living materials carried by hundreds of thousands of people, are more troublesome and difficult to manage than an army of hundreds of thousands.
Chapter completed!