The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

The city wall was built along the mountain and stretched out beyond the visible range.

Upon seeing these city walls, Fang Qingyou felt a sense of familiarity, because the city walls here looked very much like the Great Wall.

At first glance, the towering city walls seem to stretch as far as the eye can see.

However, because the south is rainy and humid, the area outside the city walls is covered with trees and grass, lush and verdant. Compared to the Great Wall in the yellow sands beyond the Great Wall, it is less rugged and more beautiful.

Despite the beautiful scenery, Fang Qingyou had no heart to appreciate it.

Because outside the city walls of Lingnan City, there were so many disaster victims that as far as the eye could see, they were densely packed and stretched as far as the eye could see.

At first, because there were few refugees coming to Lingnan City to seek refuge, Prefect Wang was able to make proper arrangements. However, as the number of refugees increased, he found himself overwhelmed.

Lingnan City is not large and has a limited capacity. Even if it can accommodate these disaster victims, how will it solve the problem of providing them with necessities such as food, water, and clothing?

From this vantage point, one can see that these disaster victims, young and old, are huddled together in small groups, their clothes tattered, their hair disheveled, and their bodies covered in the marks of hardship and suffering.

With so many disaster victims, Prefect Wang dared not open the south gate again, and the north gate, unless under special circumstances, only allowed exits, not entry.

As for the cries for help that pounded on the city gates every day, he could only turn a deaf ear; what else could he do?

Fang Qingyou struggled to shift her gaze from the disaster victims to the more distant south.

Luo Qianmo has already told them about the situation in the south.

All three southern provinces were affected by the disaster, and Lingnan City was almost the only capital city among the three provinces that escaped the calamity.

However, whether this escape is temporary or real, no one dares to say.

The disaster in the south was far more severe than they knew.

The distance was blurry, and Fang Qingyou couldn't see anything at all, but she still felt a pang of sadness, as if she could sense the deathly stillness and desolation in the distance.

She had rescued people from many disasters, but none had been as impactful as this one.

In this era of inconvenient transportation, communication, and medical care, the only way to rescue these disaster victims was to use the oldest methods.

Fang Qingyou pursed her lips, a resolute look appearing in her eyes. No matter how difficult it was, she would do everything in her power to save people.

After descending from the city wall, everyone's expressions were somewhat somber, except for Luo Qianmo, whose face remained unchanged and indifferent.

Upon returning to the Zhou residence, Luo Qianmo summoned all the ministers, imperial physicians, and even folk doctors who had come on this trip to see what solutions they had.

In fact, Luo Qianmo had never intended to put much effort into disaster relief. His only goal was Lanwu Yuzhi. In his mind, these disaster victims were insignificant.

He only promised Emperor Mingde that he would definitely quell the insect plague.

He didn't think he was heartless, because he had always been this way.

However, when he inadvertently saw the pity in Fang Qingyou's eyes, he changed his mind.

What his woman had to do was what he had to do.

Today, when he saw these disaster victims who were poorly clothed and starving, he was also touched. He didn't even know if that emotion could be called pity.

After much debate, the ministers, imperial physicians, and doctors finally came up with a solution.

First, we should resettle as many disaster victims as possible from outside the city.

Secondly, people should be sent to investigate the cause of the insect infestation.

Thirdly, we need to persuade the imperial court to send more reinforcements and resources.

This method was expected; if done well, it can indeed solve this insect infestation. The key lies in the word "do."

The most difficult tasks were resettling the disaster victims and investigating the insect infestation.

Everyone had their own ideas on how to solve these two problems, but the final solutions were all outdated.

These methods can certainly solve the problem, but they require a lot of manpower, resources, and time.

As for this insect infestation, everything is in extremely short supply, and we can't afford to keep going like this.

Fang Qingyou had been quietly watching the large group of people argue, but they only came up with a solution that anyone could come up with, which was somewhat disappointing.

If these methods are implemented, the disaster situation will likely not be resolved in less than a month or two.

They can wait, but can the disaster victims wait?

It is now the golden autumn, followed by late autumn, and then early winter. These disaster victims are barely clothed. What will they use to keep warm at this time?

Or, an even crueler problem has emerged: after so long, these disaster victims may have starved to death before they even froze to death.

These problems not only need to be solved, but they need to be solved quickly.

The thought of the potential carnage caused Fang Qingyou's eyes to darken. She then composed herself and bowed to Luo Qianmo, who was seated in the main seat: "Eighth Prince, I have some ideas that may help in resettling the disaster victims."

Hearing that light and pleasant voice, everyone turned their gaze over and saw a slender figure.

These people all knew Fang Qingyou, not only because she was on the list of personnel who came to the south for disaster relief, but also because she was a disciple of Xiaoyaozi, and because she and Luo Qianmo were always rumored to be dating.

Oh, they forgot about one person, it seems there's also Gu Jinyi, the number one young master in the world.

Fang Qingyou stood silently in the corner, making everyone forget that she was also there.

Now that they heard her speak, everyone started to pay attention to her again, and their gazes toward her were filled with all sorts of emotions.

Luo Qianmo's expression was indifferent, but a fleeting tenderness appeared in his eyes when he saw Fang Qingyou.

“Miss Fang, if you have any ideas, please tell me.”

Ignoring the many varied gazes suddenly fixed on her, Fang Qingyou slowly explained her thoughts: "Eighth Prince, in my opinion, to properly resettle the disaster victims, in addition to resettlement, there should be follow-up matters. Let me first discuss the resettlement methods. First, the elderly, weak, disabled, and young among the disaster victims should be resettled and brought into Lingnan City. Next, the sick among the disaster victims should be resettled, and their condition should be considered to determine whether they should be brought into Lingnan City or resettled outside the city. Finally, those among the disaster victims who are physically strong can be resettled outside the city..."

Fang Qingyou spoke at length, explaining various matters in great detail to avoid being questioned.

Even so, just as she finished explaining the method of resettlement and paused slightly, voices of doubt arose.

“Miss Fang, I don’t understand why you chose to settle the strong and healthy people last. If they were settled, they might be able to help us with disaster relief. But what about the old, weak, and disabled…”