Gao Wu Da Xia: The fox demon lady at the beginning

Chapter 167 Northern Xinjiang
The drought in Daxia has been continuing, and coupled with man-made disasters, more and more people are unable to survive.

When the victims go to northern Xinjiang, they can reclaim wasteland to grow food, grow cotton, and raise horses and sheep.

Not only can we avoid starvation, but we can also develop northern Xinjiang.

Tens of thousands of new troops went to northern Xinjiang to maintain order in northern Xinjiang.

We don't worry about scarcity but inequality. As long as there is good public security and there is no harm from bandits and rebels, the hard-working human race will work hard to cultivate and work hard.

If we vigorously develop water conservancy facilities and reduce the impact of drought weather, northern Xinjiang will soon prosper.

Diligence is a virtue that has been inherited by the human race for thousands of years. As long as the human race is given a good environment, it will prosper quickly.

This is also the reason why the human race has always been strong before.

Daxia is just one of the dynasties in the history of the human race. There have been other powerful dynasties in the human race before.

It’s just that it’s been too long and has been forgotten by people.

The human race has always been a powerful race in this world and has endured for thousands of years.

"Sir, do you really care about food?"

"As long as I can give you something to stutter, I can do whatever you want."

"Yes, sir, we are starving."

A shelter for disaster victims in Qingxiangwei has been surrounded by victims.

They were thin and numb.

Many people have not eaten for days.

Their children were even more miserable. They were so hungry that they had no strength to cry.

"Don't worry, everyone. This is a containment point established by our Lord Pingbei Hou Han. Don't you believe what Pingbei Hou said?"

The clerk of the newly established Agricultural Bureau said loudly.

"Of course we believe what Marquis Pingbei said, otherwise we wouldn't have come to Qingxiangwei from the south."

"Yes, we don't trust other officials, we only trust Pingbei Hou."

"We just came to seek refuge with Pingbei Hou." the victims shouted.

"Since everyone believes in Marquis Pingbei, just wait for the food with peace of mind. Our people are transporting food here from Ping'an Fort.

There have been too many disaster victims coming to Qingxiangwei recently, and it's a bit overwhelming. "The staff of the Agricultural Bureau explained patiently.

These staff members are all carefully selected from Qingxiang Guards and have good character and ability.

"Okay, we'll wait."

"Thank you sir."

"Have you all thought about it? We will send you to Northern Xinjiang." The clerk asked loudly.

"As long as you take care of my food, I'm willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire."

"Yes, as long as I can eat enough, I am willing to go to the remote northern Xinjiang."

"Don't worry, sir, we won't regret it." The victims vowed.

For them, as long as they have enough to eat, they have no regrets even if they go to that remote and unfamiliar land.

The requirements of these disaster victims are very low, as long as they and their children can survive.

Soon, food arrived.

The sight of the carts of rice porridge and steamed buns made the victims drool.

"Here comes the food."

The victims, who had not eaten for several days, became crazy and scrambled for food.

Thousands of victims lost control, and some were even trampled to the ground.

"Everyone line up for me, don't fight, and whoever is fighting will get out of Qingxiang Guard." Staff member Tan Shuguo shouted loudly, and asked the new army to maintain order.

Hearing Tan Shuguo's roar and looking at the new army in iron armor standing in front, the victims instantly became honest.

I looked at the porridge and steamed buns, wiped my saliva, and stopped fighting.

“It’s all arranged, there’s enough food, no need to grab it.

Adults each have a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, and children have a bowl of porridge and one steamed bun.

Line up and come one by one. "Tan Shuguo personally led people to distribute food to the victims.

Those who received the food ate it with big mouthfuls.

"Mom and dad, this porridge is so delicious, and there are white flour steamed buns to eat." A five or six-year-old child who received the food said happily.

In his memory, it had been more than a year since he had eaten white flour steamed buns.

"Eat quickly." His parents touched their son's head with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

The well-fed victims knelt on the ground and kowtowed in thanksgiving.

"Everyone, get up, there is no kneeling ceremony in our Qingxiang Guards.

Also, everyone should remember that this is the food that Marquis Pingbei gave you.

After everyone arrives in Northern Xinjiang, they must work hard to repay Marquis Pingbei. Tan Shuguo said.

"Thank you, sir, and thank you Ping Beihou. We will work hard when we arrive in Northern Xinjiang. Your Excellency, Ping Beihou, are both good and kind people."

Tan Shuguo held his head proudly and continued to bring meals to the victims.

He is extremely proud of being a member of the Northwest Military Town Agricultural Bureau.

The legendary Marquis Pingbei was the one he followed throughout his life.

This is just one of the holding points in Qingxiang Guard. There are more than a dozen holding points set up in Qingxiang Guard.

Han Chufan took in tens of thousands of victims at once and headed to northern Xinjiang.

He has a high prestige among the people, and the people trust him. Many people even come to Qingxiangwei from other states.

As more and more victims came, the news that Han Chufan was sheltering the victims spread more and more widely.

Many poor people who could not survive came to the northwest military town.

There is hope for them to survive.

"Sir, we have successively transported [-] to [-] disaster victims to Northern Xinjiang." The fat man reported in Han Chufan's study.

Han Chufan nodded, "Well done, we must let them reach Northern Xinjiang safely.

After arriving in northern Xinjiang, those who were willing to cultivate the land themselves were given seeds and agricultural tools.

Those who are willing to be tenants for others should also help them fight for their interests.

Only if the first batch of people who go to Northern Xinjiang live well will others be willing to continue going to Northern Xinjiang. "

Northern Xinjiang is larger than some states in Daxia, and one state in Daxia has a population of at least 2000 million.

If you want to develop Northern Xinjiang well, you need millions of human race people.

Such a large-scale population migration requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and the food consumed every day is a huge sum of money.

In the entire Daxia, only Han Chufan's Northwest Army Town could do this.

Having just received 1000 million taels of silver compensation from the barbarians, coupled with the rapid development of industry and commerce, Han Chufan now has plenty of money.

"Don't worry, sir, I have made all arrangements.

It has to be said that the new official system created by your lord is much stronger than the old system of the Great Xia court, and it can directly command the lower-level workers. "The fat man said.

The orders of the Great Xia court could only be transmitted to the prefectures and counties. As for the lower towns and villages, they could only be managed by the local gentry.

Local taxes were also collected by the powerful gentry.

This created a phenomenon in which the common people and the imperial court formed a serious split.

The local gentry and powerful people are becoming more and more powerful, annexing land and amassing money.

As a result, the lives of the people at the bottom have become increasingly poor.

Moreover, with the intensification of land annexation, the tax revenue of the Great Xia court was getting lower and lower.

The inefficient official administrative system was an important reason for the decline of Daxia.

The fat man continued to report, while Han Chufan listened carefully and kept giving him advice.

Han Chufan's northern development is in full swing.

(End of this chapter)