Who put the yellow robe on me?

At this moment, Yang Weiqian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, hurried over.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh that the gold medal given to the imperial envoy by Emperor Liang was very useful.

"Greetings to His Highness the Sixteenth Prince!" Yang Weiqian wanted to pay his respects to Jiang Chen, but was grabbed by Jiang Chen.

"Master Yang, there's no need to be so polite. I'm afraid I need your help with something."

"Your Highness, please speak. I will fully cooperate!" Yang Weiqian looked respectful.

Then Jiang Chen told Yang Weiqian about his plan.

"Have you remembered everything, Lord Yang?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I'll remember this!" Yang Weiqian immediately came to the gate of the capital and ordered his men to gather all the refugees together.

When most of the refugees had arrived, Yang Weiqian glanced at Jiang Chen. After getting Jiang Chen's approval, Yang Weiqian turned to the crowd of refugees.

"Dear fellow villagers," Yang Weiqian said in a resonant voice, "I am Yang Weiqian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. I have been ordered by the imperial court to help us. The imperial court can definitely resolve your predicament. Please trust us."

"Please do not gather together. Disperse in an orderly manner according to your hometown. Those from Qingzhou will disperse to the south of the city. Those from Bingzhou will disperse to the west of the city. Those from Youzhou will disperse to the east of the city."

"Does everyone understand?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the refugees' reaction was not what he had hoped.

Some people began to make a commotion, some began to complain, and some even pointed fingers at Yang Weiqian.

At this point, someone in the crowd shouted, "Who do you think you are to command us?"

"If we listen to you, will you give us food?"

"Who knows what your intention is in separating us?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Suddenly, the scene became extremely chaotic!

Some angry refugees even rushed to Yang Weiqian and wanted to attack him.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen dispatched the imperial guards in advance to maintain order, thus avoiding a riot.

But the emotions of the refugees remained high and completely out of control.

Jiang Chen knew that if he forcibly suppressed the situation at this moment, it would only intensify the conflict.

So he took a step back and decided to go back and think about countermeasures.

"Miss, the Sixteenth Prince has left. Shouldn't we go back? You haven't memorized the poem that the teacher asked us to recite yesterday." Yue'er said to the Thirteenth Princess.

"Okay, okay, Yue'er, I've only been out for a short while, it's okay." Jiang Sirou said to Yue'er, then pulled He Xiaowei back.

"No, you go out to play every day." Yue'er muttered softly.

"Xiao Wei'er, it seems that Sixteenth Brother has taken on a very difficult problem." Jiang Sirou said to He Xiaowei.

"Yes, Sister Rou, it seems that His Royal Highness the Sixteenth Prince has been frustrated. It seems that what he said in the court was just a trick."

"Xiao Wei'er, I don't think so. When I met him in the palace, I saw that his eyes were very determined."

"But, Sister Rou, he often goes to Tianxiang Pavilion. Is there really a good solution?"

"This..." Jiang Sirou thought of Jiang Chen's previous behavior and suddenly lost her conviction...

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Prince Ru's Palace.

"Hahaha! This Old Sixteen is simply a piece of trash! A piece of trash who can only talk nonsense!"

"How can the refugee problem be solved without using the national treasury? Bullshit!"

"I must wait until he fails completely! Then I will severely punish him!"

"This way, he can get out of the capital! Hahahaha!"

"You, go and tell the Jingzhao prefect that he did a great job this time. Tell him to continue cooperating with the Sixteenth Prince! If there are any signs of trouble, inform me immediately!"

The ninth prince Jiang Yu laughed heartily as he looked at the letter sent by the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture.

"Yes! Your Highness Prince Ru! I'll take my leave!" The advisor of the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture left Prince Ru's mansion.

"Your Highness Prince Ru! Do we need to take any action now?" Jiang Yu's guest Gu Xiyang came to the front hall and said to Jiang Yu after the legal advisor left Prince Ru's Mansion.

"Not yet! This Old Sixteen is even more useless than I thought! It seems he can't handle these refugees even without us mobilizing a single soldier! All we need to do now is wait and see! You continue to send people to monitor him!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

The next day, just after dawn, a rice porridge collection point was set up in the south of the capital.

As the rice porridge cooked in a big pot became thicker and thicker, the fragrance spread farther and farther, and refugees gathered one after another.

The sixteenth prince Jiang Chen was seen standing in the middle, holding a stack of bowls in his hands.

"Fellow villagers, please be quiet!"

The refugees quieted down instantly. Jiang Chen's voice was not loud, but the bowl in his hand seemed more intimidating.

"Do you all remember what the Jingzhao prefect said yesterday?"

The refugees didn't say anything, but nodded quietly.

Jiang Chen saw everyone's state and continued, "Let's follow yesterday's situation and disperse in an orderly manner according to our hometowns."

"If you are willing to cooperate, come over here and get your bowl of porridge. If you don't cooperate, I'm sorry."

Quiet, the scene was unusually quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one said anything.

"I want to eat porridge..." A baby with a baby voice whispered in his mother's arms.

The sound is not loud, but it has a magical appeal to everyone.

"I'll cooperate!" said the mother holding the baby.

For this mother, she has lost her husband in this drought, and the baby in her arms is everything to her.

Others in the crowd responded.

"I'll cooperate too!"

"It's just a move from the south to the west of the city, what's the big deal?"

"I'll cooperate too. Hurry up and give me a bowl of porridge!"

Seeing that more and more people were responding, Jiang Chen raised his hand and asked everyone to be quiet.

"Quiet down! Everyone line up! Come over here and drink porridge in turn. Everyone gets a portion!"

Then he waved and said to Han Qingsong in the crowd: "Qingsong, come here!"

Han Qingsong brought his younger brother and sister to Jiang Chen's side.

Jiang Chen handed the bowl to Han Qingsong: "You hold the bowl here and make porridge for your uncles, grandparents, and grandparents. Okay?"

"Yeah!" Han Qingsong nodded firmly!

Jiang Chen stood beside the rice porridge, watching the refugees gradually restore order, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: This first step has finally been taken.

Soon, the rice porridge was distributed.

Most of the refugees finished their porridge, then went back to pack their clothes and luggage, and dispersed in an orderly manner under the guidance of the guards.

"Well done! Sixteenth brother!" After Jiang Sirou and the other two witnessed the whole process of Jiang Chen distributing porridge, they brought He Xiaowei and Yue'er to Jiang Chen.

"Thirteenth sister, please stop teasing me. I'm almost dead tired this early in the morning!"

"But, Sixteenth Brother, why are you so persistent in getting them to separate?" Jiang Sirou asked the question on everyone's mind.

"Thirteenth sister, you don't know that when these refugees gather together, there is a greater possibility of disease, so..."

Before he could finish his words, Han Qingsong came running over in a hurry.

"Sir! Sir! Something bad has happened! Mr. Zhang from the west side of the city has fallen ill!"