His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

As midnight approached, Qu Zhitong rode a black horse to the Imperial Preceptor's residence and delivered a list of refugees.

Xu Bing offered him a cup of hot tea, then stopped and let him leave.

The list of refugees records the names, hometowns, ages, and misfortunes suffered by more than a thousand refugees.

As Xu Bing turned the pages one by one, the plan for resettling the displaced people gradually became clearer in his mind.

He sketched and drew on the paper with a brush.

According to statistics, this group of refugees numbered approximately 1,216 people.

Xu Bing divided the more than 1,000 people into 60 groups according to the sheds, with about 20 people in each group.

Then select a group leader from the group, and from then on, manage the group as a unit. Distributing food, keeping track of personnel, and managing food, lodging, and transportation will all be much easier to manage.

In fact, given Xu Bing's methods of accumulating wealth, supporting more than a thousand refugees was not a problem at all.

The key point is that the number of migrants will definitely increase, and this situation will not decrease until at least next spring.

If Xu Bing were to support 10,000 or 100,000 people every day, he really wouldn't be able to manage it.

Such a large influx of refugees into the city would inevitably disrupt the existing order within Daxi City.

As shown, he must draft the relevant regulations as soon as possible.

A designated area within Daxi City was established as a resting place for displaced people, and management of that area was strengthened to create a certain order and ecosystem.

In addition, migrants need to create some value, either by exchanging labor for food or other means.

Those who perform well and are of good character during this period will be eligible to become citizens of Da Xi City. Fortunately, there is a large vacant lot in the East District, and Da Xi City can easily accommodate the increase in its population.

Xu Bing showed no mercy to troublemakers, expelling those who deserved it and punishing those who deserved it.

Furthermore, those who attempt to cause trouble and incite emotions will be severely punished, and may be executed if necessary.

Xu Bing wrote down those regulations in a long and eloquent manner, and only needed to select a few officials at the morning court the next day to start managing the matter according to his regulations.

If other issues arise, further improvements will be made.

Xu Bing did not believe that he was necessarily right; in fact, he had no experience in handling this matter.

However, as the Grand Preceptor of the Great Xi Kingdom, he truly could not ignore the refugees.

……

【Ding! 】

It's midnight.

[Would you like to check in?]

The system's voice sounded, and Xu Bing silently signed in.

[Seven-day check-in successful!]

[Check-in location: Imperial Preceptor's Residence.]

[Reward Received: Farming Spirit Ox]

He pulled up the introduction of "Yangtian Lingniu".

[Field-Raising Spirit Ox: A spiritual beast of the fields, newly awakened to intelligence, it can increase plowing efficiency; its hooves pound the ground, increasing soil fertility and repelling pests.]

"Increase fertility and drive away pests..." Xu Bing murmured.

This spirited ox is perfectly placed in the two thousand acres of farmland in Tan Village.

【Ding! 】

[Mission accomplished with 1,000 private soldiers!]

[Reward: Loyalty Stamp!]

[Loyalty Seal: A type of ideological seal that imprints absolute loyalty and devotion into the hearts of soldiers.]

Another electronic sound rang out.

The mission of the thousand private soldiers was also completed at this very moment.

I didn't expect it to be completed so quickly... Xu Bing considered whether to reward Gong Zhonghou.

【Ding! 】

[A task is available. Would you like to view it?]

Xu Bing put the paper and pen back in their original places, stretched, and walked towards the bedroom in the backyard while bringing up the system task interface.

His previously nonchalant expression turned serious after reading the task summary.

[Saving Daxi City.]

[The twelve kingdoms of the North will form an allied force of 500,000 men in a year, marching south through secret passages into the territory of Da Xi, heading straight for Da Xi City, determined to capture the emperor and seize Da Xi in one fell swoop.]

[This army is unstoppable, and the Great Xi Dynasty is in grave danger. Host, please develop your forces and acquire enough troops within a year to withstand the twelve-army coalition and save the Great Xi City!]

[Mission Reward: One Supreme Lottery Draw, +3% Domestic Bonus...]

Xu Bing frowned deeply; Da Xi truly never had a single day of peace.

He thought to himself how unlucky he was; if he were in another country, he would be much more relaxed now.

At least we don't have to work so hard.

Moreover... 500,000 troops, that's a terrifying number. Even if the entire forces of the Great Xi were gathered together, it would be difficult to deal with such a massive army.

"A full 500,000..." Xu Bing also began to feel a bit of pressure.

……

Finished washing.

He changed his clothes and sat on the bed to rest. Today he would not enter the Primordial Beginning or practice cultivation; he would simply rest.

A balance between work and rest is the key to long-term development.

The next day.

The first rays of dawn awakened Xu Bing.

After a quick wash, Xu Bing went to court to convene a court assembly, during which he mentioned the issue of refugees in the east of the city.

There were various reactions in the court. Some ministers said that the national treasury was empty and the surplus grain had to be used for military pay, so there was really not much that could be spared.

Xu Bingzao had already guessed this explanation, and agreed not to transfer grain from the national treasury, but instead asked the ministers to donate grain.

These ministers were all incredibly wealthy; they would keep grain in their granaries to raise rats rather than give the common people a single bite.

The court officials agreed to donate grain. The Duke of Zhou, standing on the moral high ground, said that as long as Xu Bing did not use the national treasury, they were willing to donate some of their surplus grain to the disaster victims, to show their humanitarian spirit and demonstrate their commitment to the people.

The three most powerful officials took the lead, and other officials followed suit.

After this court assembly, Xu Bing had raised nearly three hundred shi of rice.

The Da Xi people were poor, but the officials were neither poor nor poor; each of them received several or even more than ten shi (a unit of dry measure) of grain without any problem.

In addition, Xu Bing selected three military officers and appointed them as "protectors of the refugees," entrusting them with the management of the refugees in the east of the city.

……

There were many miscellaneous matters to attend to in the court, but overall things went relatively smoothly.

After Xu Bing left the court, the officials all went home.

"Teacher, you've been foolish! How could you have given in to this fellow's wishes and donated grain?"

"Donating that grain is more painful than cutting off my own flesh."

An official caught up with Zhou Gong and couldn't help but complain.

Duke Zhou scoffed, pointed at the official, and cursed, "Foolish! You're truly foolish!"

"Who is Xu Bing? Don't you know? Aren't you afraid? Zhao Qingyun's corpse is still hanging on the city wall. Why don't you go and take a look?"

“This…but…this…” The official’s legs trembled.

He was genuinely a little scared, which is why he only dared to complain to Zhou Gong after Xu Bing left.

“You’re so stupid. Think about it. If we don’t use donations to shut Xu Bing up first, he will ask us for it sooner or later.”

Why not hand it over voluntarily?

"Besides, how can the plight of refugees be solved with just grain? Once the grain we donated is used up, won't we be able to see that Xu Bing in a terrible state? At that time, he will truly be helpless, crying out to heaven and earth. If he asks us for grain again, we will have a reason to refuse, won't we?"

"If something goes wrong with him, hehe, wouldn't that be even better? Let's see him stumble and fall?"

Duke Zhou gave him a piece of advice, expressing his disappointment and frustration.

The official looked enlightened, gave a thumbs-up, and said with a fawning smile, "Teacher is truly superior, teacher is truly superior."

"You still have a lot to learn," said Duke Zhou. "Let's see how he falls down."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and strode away triumphantly.

Little did he know that Xu Bingzheng was taking advantage of this psychology when he proposed donating money to fleece a batch of people.

Once his regulations are implemented, a system of exchanging labor for food will be fully established to provide wages and labor for displaced people.

Migrants also have value and function.

Everything is naturally stable.

Perhaps it won't necessarily cost that much money.