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Wanyan Kang bowed and said, "Commander, since we still have to hold on here, this prince is willing to lend you a helping hand."

Yelu Xiong pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh? How does the Sixth Prince plan to help me?"

Wanyan Kang said, "Now our army has very little food and grass left. On the way here, I saw a grain convoy. It should be arriving soon. Maybe the heavy snow yesterday delayed their journey. I would like to lead my men to meet them."

Yelu Xiong pondered for a moment and pretended to be a little embarrassed, "Now the wind and snow outside have not stopped, and there are still scattered snowflakes falling. It's freezing cold. The Sixth Prince's worth a million gold should stay in the central army tent, right?"

Wanyan Kangze tried his best to defend himself: "Commander, my father sent me here for training. Besides, as a prince of the ancient barbarians, how could I retreat because of a mere snowstorm?"

Yelu Xiong pretended to be embarrassed. At this time, Yelu Yuan stood up and said, "Commander, since the Sixth Prince is so sincere, it would be a waste of the Sixth Prince's kindness if we are unwilling. I think it is just right for the Sixth Prince to go."

Wanyan Kang glanced at Yelu Yuan with a hint of admiration.

Yelu Xiong also took advantage of the situation and said, "Okay, in that case, the Sixth Prince will go and help escort the grain. However, the army is short of food now, so I hope the Sixth Prince will go and come back quickly. My more than 400,000 troops will all depend on you."

Wanyan Kang said with a serious face: "Don't worry, Commander. I will rush back as soon as I find the grain escort team."

In this way, Wanyan Kang successfully achieved his wish and couldn't wait to summon the Jinman Guards to leave Saiyanba.

The leader of the Jin Man Guard, who was riding on a horse and wading through the snow, asked with a hint of confusion: "Your Highness, why do we have to leave Saiyanba?"

Wanyan Kang looked at the person beside him as if he was looking at a fool and said, "Manfeng, I told you to use your brain more. Didn't you realize that Yelu Xiong was planning to go to war with Xiayang?"

"As a prince of Guman, if a war breaks out, I will go to the battlefield or not. If I go, my life will be in danger at any time. If I don't go, it will be a disgrace to the royal family. Either way, I am wrong. It is better to leave there."

"Besides, escorting the grain is a done deal. We just need to find them and go with them. It will be considered a meritorious service and will also make the emperor look up to us."

Man Feng smiled innocently and said, "Your Highness is the one who thinks clearly. I can't figure out the twists and turns."

Wanyan Kang laughed heartily and said, "Okay, let's find a road that the grain escort team must pass through, set up camp there, and wait slowly."

Man Feng smiled and said, "I will listen to your Highness."

Just as a big net gradually covered Yelu Xiong's army, Yelu Xiong, who was sitting at the first place, was unaware that the crisis was quietly approaching.

In the governor's mansion of Chenhui City, Zhou Wenlong was still in deep thought while holding Sun Anzheng's memorial.

"I have reviewed all the case files since Sun Anzheng took office, but I still don't know which force in the court is behind this person." Zhou Wenlong murmured.

"If this person doesn't have a strong force behind him, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to think of reforming Haozhou. Could it be that Mr. Chen Gong is giving him advice behind the scenes?"

Then Zhou Wenlong shook his head again and denied this idea.

Mr. Chen Gong is still new to worldly affairs and will certainly not get involved in officialdom affairs casually. Could it be that the prince in the imperial capital is planning to take over Haozhou?

The more Zhou Wenlong thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Today, there are kings in the southeast and north. Only the west is a place where all kinds of people gather together, with various forces involved. There is a lack of a king who can rule one side and suppress the world.

The more Zhou Wenlong thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he went to the window and looked in the direction of Yong'an Town.

Soon Zhou Wenlong walked out of the governor's mansion and headed towards the city gate.

At this time, Chen Gong was sitting in the Tingyu Pavilion, drinking tea with Chu Mo and Yao Guangxiao. He didn't know that the governor was rushing to Yong'an Town to meet him.

At this time, Chu Yun led Wang Hong into the inner courtyard. When Wang Hong saw the leisurely Chu Mo, he couldn't help but yelled, "Chu Mo, you little brat, you are hiding here and doing nothing. I am almost too busy to do this."

Chu Mo smiled and brought a cup of fresh tea, put it on the stone table and said, "How come you have time to come to the theater today, old man?"

Wang Hong took a sip, and said, "What are you talking about? I am so old, and I just came back from Hanyang Pass when I encountered heavy snow. Now I have to comfort the refugees affected by the snowstorm. I am so tired that my waist hurts."

Chu Mo smiled and joked, "The comfort work is all done by your family members, so you don't have to worry about it. Besides, our theater is also helping with disaster relief. What are you doing here?"

Wang Hong smiled and said, "I have encountered some problems and would like to ask the master for advice."

Chen Gong and Yao Guangxiao returned the greetings, and then Chen Gong took the lead and said, "If you have anything to say, feel free to speak."

Wang Hong said seriously, "This heavy snow not only crushed a lot of houses, but also created a lot of homeless refugees. At first, they just gathered together to keep warm, but they didn't expect the situation to change so suddenly."

Yao Guangxiao said solemnly, "Could it be that refugees have gathered and started scrambling for things, and the situation is gradually getting out of control?"

Wang Hong sighed, nodded and said, "That's right. The Zhenbei military camp has already sent out troops to deter, but the effect is not very good. It is difficult to quell the situation without bloodshed and suppression. I am afraid it will cause trouble later."

"What's even more dangerous is that refugees from surrounding villages are rapidly gathering in surrounding towns. I'm afraid if a riot breaks out, the consequences will be disastrous."

Chu Mo was somewhat speechless and said, "Doesn't the imperial court provide disaster relief grain every year? What do all the officials do for food? Take it out to help the villagers and rebuild their homes after the snow stops."

"The purpose of serving the people is to survive. This has been the case since ancient times. If survival is not guaranteed, there will be uprisings and riots. There is a cause and effect relationship between them."

Wang Hong said: "Most officials in Haozhou have lost their ambition to serve the country and the people. Although they are not corrupt, most of them are lazy and idle. This way they will not violate the law and can enjoy themselves."

"After this snowfall, we will be very lucky if only one-third of the officials can serve the people."

After saying this, Wang Hong sighed heavily again.

Chu Mo said solemnly, "Old Master, do you know how many refugees there are in Liufeng County?"

Wang Hong shook his head and said, "I don't know, but in Yong'an Town and its surroundings, despite our timely response, there are still nearly 500 homeless refugees. If you count it this way, there are nearly 7,000 refugees in the entire Liufeng County."

Chen Gong on the side suddenly said, "No, it will be around 12,000 refugees. I have carefully studied the population distribution of the entire Liufeng County. I'm afraid 12,000 is a minimum estimate."

Wang Hong was horrified when he heard this and said, "Sir, if it is true as you said, then what should we do? If so many refugees rush into the town at once, once a riot breaks out, it will turn into a terrible bloody incident."

Chen Gong said helplessly: "Now all our forces are outside Hanyang Pass to deal with the ancient barbarian army. We are simply unable to split our forces. We can only write to the emperor and tell him everything here, and let the emperor solve it."

Wang Hong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no words came out.

In the end, Chen Gong wrote a letter and Chu Mo wrote a memorial, and they were both taken to the imperial capital by Golden-Winged Eagle and handed over to Shadow.