Zhao Wen was pulled into the car by Yang Xiu in a dizzy manner and could not react for a long time.

In order to save a moment of time, Yang Young Master, wearing a short shirt, riding a fast horse, galloping in front of everyone like a martial artist, regardless of the decency of the Yang family. When Yang Biao knew, would he not recognize this son?

Seeing Zhao Wen staring at him without saying a word, Yang Xiu quickly understood what he meant. He pulled the short clothes on his body, trying to cover his knees, but he quickly gave up. For the convenience of riding, the knight's clothes were as close as possible, and the hem of the clothes was slowly changed from the ankle to the calf, and now it was shortened to above the knees.

"How is the situation in Guanzhong? Is Your Majesty okay?" Yang Xiu had no time to explain to Zhao Wen and urged. "Gepi will arrive soon. I get off the car. I still have a lot of things to deal with."

Seeing Yang Xiu ask the emperor, Zhao Wen reluctantly regained his mind, explained the situation roughly, and asked Yang Xiu if it was possible for Sun Ce to give him some more food. Yang Xiu frowned and thought for a while, and shook his head.

"Not given."

Zhao Wen didn't understand at once. "You mean, he doesn't want to give it?"

"No, it's me, I don't need to give it to you for the time being." Seeing Zhao Wen's confused look on his face, Yang Xiu explained again: "According to what you said, there are nearly 100,000 households that flow into Nanyang alone. How many people can there be left in Guanzhong? We calculate 100,000 households, each household has five people, and a total of five liters of rice per day, and 100,000 households consume only 150,000 stones per month. Even if the transportation consumption is removed, the grain can be supported by the people of Guanzhong until the end of the autumn harvest. Guanzhong has suffered a disaster, but it is impossible to have no harvest. When there are mulberries and wild fruits in autumn, it should be fine to piece them together. It should be fine to support them for another two months."

Before Zhao Wen could speak, Yang Xiu said again: "Although Yuzhou has not suffered any disaster this year, the rainfall is relatively small, and the harvest is at least 30% lower than last year. The war is imminent, and the food in Yuzhou is also very tight. In order to ensure the supply of grain in various war zones, my hair is busy white. Look..."

Yang Xiu lifted up his headscarf, approached Zhao Wen, and pointed at his hair. Zhao Wen glanced at him and indeed saw a white hair, which was particularly dazzling.

When Zhao Wen heard Yang Xiu say this, he remembered that it was before the war. However, along the way, whether it was Nanyang or Yingchuan, they all seemed relatively calm, without any atmosphere of the army mobilization before the war, which made him feel illusioned.

"What's the situation? Can you win?"

"I cannot defeat me, but the enemy is defeated." Yang Xiu sat back. "In General Sun's words, make the worst plans and make the best preparations. We have prepared enough food and weapons for each defense zone for a year. The warehouses in each county are empty, and even the rice that has not been harvested in the fields is included. If nothing unexpected happens, we can support the wheat harvest next spring."

"How could there be no accident when two armies fight?"

"Yes, so conservatively estimate that we have a gap of nearly two million stones." Yang Xiu scratched his head, smacked his lips, and sighed. "I dare not think about it, I will have a headache when I think about it. If it weren't for Anshen Pill, I wouldn't be able to sleep now."

Zhao Wen looked at Yang Xiu with a tired expression and closed his mouth awkwardly. How could he open his mouth in this situation? He lifted up the curtain of the car, looked out, and changed the topic. "Why didn't General Sun live in Pingyu City? Are you worried about military discipline?"

Yang Xiu glanced at Zhao Wen. "The soldiers cannot enter the city, otherwise the people will be disturbed, and the soldiers will be distracted and affect their training." He paused and said, "With the protection of the city wall, people will relax unconsciously. For ordinary people, this is a good thing, but for the army, this little relaxation may cause morale to be insufficient, unwilling to train carefully in peacetime, and cannot enforce orders in wartime, and do not meet the standards that elites should have."

"You use the standards of elites to demand every soldier?"

"Of course." Yang Xiu pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Think about it carefully, this sentence is not accurate. It should be said that we use the elite standards to require everyone who enters the camp, even if this person is a minor official in charge of writing, or even if this person is a nurse who cares for the wounded."

Zhao Wen grinned. He had heard the new word "Nurse" when he was in Nanyang, and now he heard it in Yang Xiu's mouth. And it was so natural that it seemed no longer a rare thing.

"Including General Sun himself?"

Yang Xiu laughed, without answering. Zhao Wen also laughed. He knew that Sun Ce had good martial arts skills and had rules for military use, but he did not believe that Sun Ce could strictly demand himself as strict as ordinary soldiers. There was a difference between superiors and inferiors, and no one could really share the joys and sorrows with his soldiers.

Zhao Wen wanted to talk to Yang Xiu about food, but Yang Xiu rejected Zhao Wen's hope as soon as he spoke, and the two had nothing to say. After a while, Yang Xiu asked about the situation in Guanzhong, and Zhao Wen had nothing to say. Now the party is in charge of the government, Wang Yun commands behind the scenes, and Shi Sun Rui waves the flag in front of the stage. The pragmatic Yang Biao and Zhu Jun are all dismissed. Sun Ce knows this well, otherwise it would be impossible to make a decision to not pay salaries to court officials without going through the Situ Mansion.

This is childish anger and his anger at the lack of influence of the court. Compared with Yuan Shao, he has almost no foundation in the court.

The carriage was quick, and the two were silent for a while before Gebi arrived. Yang Xiu got out of the car, took out a handful of five zhu coins, paid the car fee, pointed out the direction of Sun Ce, and bowed to say goodbye. He took two steps and stung back. He lowered his head, held the car door, thought for a while, raised his head, and looked directly at Zhao Wen.

"Do you believe it? Even if General Sun is defeated in this battle, he will not be defeated. Even if Yuan Benchu ​​wins, he will not be defeated."

Zhao Wen frowned and looked at Yang Xiu in confusion. He didn't understand what Yang Xiu wanted to say. This sentence was a bit confusing and a little mysterious. "Ancestor De, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say that if the court does not break with Yuan Shao, and the scholars do not abandon the habit of party members, the world will not be truly peaceful." He bowed his hand, looked at Zhao Wen deeply, and turned around and left. A knight was waiting with his horse, and he turned over and his horse was as light as a swallow. He raised the whip in his hand and rode away.

Zhao Wen got out of the car and looked at the figure gradually disappearing from the distance, and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, Zhao Wen's carriage came over. The horse pulling the carriage was sweating all over, his legs were trembling, and the driver's face was even more ugly. The attendant rushed over and asked breathlessly: "Sir, are you not messing around? Why are they doing so fast? Is this moment missing?"

Zhao Wen felt moved and turned to look at the carriage that was about to disappear, a little confused. He and Yang Xiu were sitting in the car just now, and they didn't seem to feel that it was too turbulent. The car was light and fast. His car was a new style from the Chang'an Workshop, claiming to be comparable to the best carriage in Nanyang, and it was sold at a high price of 100,000 yuan. He couldn't bear to buy it, but the court specially equipped him with one for face. He sat all the way over and felt that most carriages were stable than Chang'an, but he didn't expect that it was now compared by a semi-old carriage rented by Pingyu.

The gap is not very big, but it is very unsettling, especially after listening to Yang Xiu's words.
Chapter completed!