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Seeing Brother Luo at this moment, Song Yan didn't give him the cold shoulder as she did before.

After all, as a subordinate, Brother Luo was doing his job and he was just following orders at the time, so he did nothing wrong.

If he still holds on to it, he will seem petty.

So he said politely: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The situation here has been brought under control."

Luo Ge glanced at the spies who were tied up like dumplings, his face grim: "Are these Prince Fu's running dogs?"

Song Yan hummed and said, "It was they who instigated the refugees to cause trouble."

"Why not..." Brother Luo was about to speak.

An Wu, who was standing by, seemed to have predicted what he was going to say. He took the lead and waved his hand to order his men to take the spies away.

Luo Ge had no choice but to swallow his unfinished words, glanced at An Wu, and turned to Song Yan and said, "The prince ordered me to bring two hundred guards here, and I will be at your disposal. If you need any help, just let me know."

Song Yan was just about to say that it was not necessary when her eyes suddenly fell on the refugees who were kneeling with their heads in their hands.

"I really have something to trouble you with." He pursed his lips, "These are all refugees who were instigated, and I don't know how to deal with them."

After a little thought, Brother Luo understood Song Yan's concerns. It is easy for these people to become displaced and cause chaos. If not handled properly, it may lead to even greater disasters.

He immediately said, "If Mr. Song doesn't mind, why not hand these people over to me."

The ironworks is still short of laborers. Since these people have the energy to cause trouble, they must be good at their work.

Song Yan readily agreed: "Okay, you can take them all."

He was too lazy to think about it anyway.

Although these people were instigated, since they had already taken action, it would be better for them to stay on the farm to avoid causing more trouble in the future.

Leaving it to Brother Luo to deal with it would save him a lot of trouble.

Brother Luo acted swiftly and decisively, and soon took away the troublesome refugees in batches.

By the time things were settled, the sky was already turning pale.

Wei Taoer came to report with two dark circles under his eyes: "Boss, all the refugees who participated in the riot have been registered. According to the baojia system, all the Jia households they belong to will be demoted to hard labor and sentenced to three months of hard labor as a warning to others."

Song Yan yawned. He hadn't slept the whole night and was very sleepy now.

He said weakly, "Let's do it this way. Spring plowing will proceed as normal today. The guards will take turns on duty and strengthen patrols to prevent any fish from slipping through the net."

After a pause, he added: "The remaining refugees must also be better managed. Each group should have an additional supervisor to report on the situation every day."

"In addition, those who have made meritorious reports this time will be rewarded with ten taels of silver and one acre of good farmland as a reward."

Wei Taoer wrote down everything. Seeing that Song Yan looked tired, she couldn't help but persuade him, "Boss, go and have a rest first. I'll watch over you here."

Song Yan rubbed her sore eyes and said, "You've been busy all night, go get some sleep, and let Zhou Dashi keep an eye on it."

Wei Taoer wanted to persuade her further, but Song Yan had already waved his hand and turned to walk into the farm.

In the dim morning light, his back looked a little thin, yet revealed an indescribable tenacity.

Wei Taoer followed Song Yan's departing back with a bit of admiration and heartache.

The boss may seem lazy and casual on weekdays, but in fact, he is more reliable than anyone else.

Take the refugees’ riot this time for example. If the owner had not noticed it in time and dealt with it decisively, the farm would probably have been in chaos by now.

Those refugees who were incited had already left their homes and were filled with fear and resentment. They were also deliberately instigated by others, saying things like "there are mountains of grain in the fields, but they are unwilling to give us more", and they had already become furious.

What's even more terrible is that there are spies of Prince Fu mixed in with these refugees. They are eager to make a big deal out of it so that they can take the opportunity to burn the granary, destroy the spring plowing, and cut off the food supply to the front line.

By then, let alone supporting Jianping Prefecture and Hengchang Prefecture, even the surrounding villages would be implicated.

Once people's hearts are scattered, it will be difficult to gather them again.

The more Wei Taoer thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.

He had to quickly finalize the reward and punishment list so that everyone could see clearly that only by following the boss and working hard could there be a way to survive, while following outsiders would only bring trouble upon themselves.

After returning to the small courtyard in the manor, Song Yan was too lazy to even take off his outer robe. He fell directly on the couch and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

He closed his eyes, but the chaotic scenes of last night still appeared in his mind.

The refugees' crazy eyes, ferocious faces, and fanaticism when they were incited all left him with lingering fears.

In troubled times, people's hearts are fickle.

The person who is grateful to you today may put the tip of a knife to your throat tomorrow just for a bite of food.

Song Yan turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

He suddenly remembered what Little Pomegranate had said.

"In this world, just because you don't want to fight, others won't let you go."

Perhaps, Little Pomegranate saw things more clearly than he did.

As she was thinking, she finally felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't sleep well that night. My dream was filled with scenes of swords, sabers, and flames.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

The sun is shining outside the window, making the house warm.

Song Yan stretched and got up to wash.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw An Wu standing outside with a serious expression.

"Sir, there has been a change in Hengchang Prefecture."

Song Yan's heart tightened, and her sleepiness disappeared instantly: "What happened?"

"The army of King Qi broke through the east gate of Hengchang Prefecture. The defending general Qu Tong was seriously injured, and the city is about to fall. Within three days, the troops of King Qi will arrive at Guang'an Prefecture." An Wu reported in a deep voice.

In an instant, Song Yan's mind went blank.

His lips trembled slightly, and after a long while he finally uttered, "Isn't it said that Hengchang Prefecture is easy to defend but difficult to attack? As long as there are enough food and grass, we can wear down the Qi King's army?"

An Wu's face was extremely ugly. "There was a traitor inside Hengchang Prefecture. The original garrison commander was Liu Cheng, the commander of the Hengchang Prefecture Guard, but he secretly defected to the King of Qi and opened the east gate at night, letting the enemy enter the city."

"Although Qu Tong led his personal soldiers to fight to the death, he was outnumbered and was shot by several arrows. He was rescued by his subordinates at the risk of his life and has now retreated to Guang'an Prefecture."

Song Yan pinched his arm hard, and the pain instantly calmed him down. He asked, "What's the situation in Guang'an Prefecture now?"

"Prefect Lin has ordered martial law throughout the city and has called in civilians to help defend the city. However, the Guang'an Prefecture garrison is understaffed, and with the remnants of the army that retreated from Hengchang Prefecture, there are only about 4,000 of them." An Wu paused, "Although the Qi King's army suffered heavy losses in Hengchang Prefecture, it still has more than 10,000 elite soldiers."

Song Yan frowned.

Hengchang Prefecture is only a hundred miles away from Yunshan County. If it is lost, the war will soon spread here.

"Young Master, you have to go back to the city immediately. It's too dangerous here at the farm." An Wu said in a firm tone.

The vanguard of the King of Qi may raid Yunshan County at any time, and Tianzhuang will be the first to bear the brunt.

"Then what about the people here? They have finally settled down, are we going to abandon them?" Song Yan refused subconsciously.

Besides, spring plowing is at a critical time. If we abandon the fields and run away, this year's harvest will be ruined.

"No, I can't just leave like this." Song Yan made up his mind, "If I want to leave, I have to make arrangements for the people in the farm first."

When something happens, he only cares about escaping for his own life. Who would be willing to follow him in the future?

Song Yan also asked herself if she could do such an unkind and unjust thing.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask An Wu: "Is there any news from Jianping Prefecture?"

An Wu shook his head: "Since we received the battle report three days ago, there has been no further news."

Song Yan's heart sank suddenly.

Normally, Shu Changyu would send someone to deliver letters every two days, but this time, the contact was cut off...

Was it because the war was so intense that they had no time to take care of it, or was there some accident?

Song Yan didn't dare to think too deeply, so she could only force herself to divert her attention: "Send someone to inform Prince Hui's Palace immediately!"

"Also, call all the stewards to come to the main manor for a meeting!"