Feng Yong trembled with fright, took a few steps back without leaving a trace, coughed, and pretended to pull the hanger holding the millstone, as if to see if the knot was strong, and did not let Jiang Wan hold his hand again.

At the same time, his mind was racing, and he was sweating slightly on his forehead, "Ahem, Chiang Kai-shek is joining the army, there is civil unrest, I just said there was civil unrest!"

When Jiang Wan heard Feng Yong mention this, he remembered the topic he originally talked about and was stunned.

I originally wanted to bring up the topic of civil unrest, so why did I miss it for so long without realizing it?

Thinking about it again, wasn’t it Feng Junhou who led him astray?

When he looked at Feng Yong, his expression became a little strange: Mr. Feng, the clever talker, really lived up to his reputation.

After such a interruption, Jiang Wan quickly said, "Yes, yes, civil unrest, Wan almost forgot."

At that moment, he forgot about stepping forward to hold Feng Yong's hand.

"It's like this. Didn't the Lord say a few days ago that there was inequality between the Han and the Han people? Although the rebels in Guanghan County violated the imperial decree, they were instigated by others after all."

"The prime minister's intention is to move them to Yuexi, firstly as a punishment, and secondly, to fill up the Yuexun. What do you think?"

"Immigration to the real border?"

When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately understood.

"Exactly."

"Well, how many people are there?"

When Feng Yong heard this, he finally heard good news.

There are many ways of population migration, and immigration is one of them. The particularity of this type is that it is officially organized.

The origin can be traced back to the pre-Qin Dynasty. In the early Warring States Period, the Chu State moved its nobles to the border to open up wasteland, develop the border economy, and strengthen national defense.

In the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he was the most ambitious and immigrated more than 700,000 people to the north at one time.

Strictly speaking, in recent years, there have been several sporadic official immigrants from the Han Dynasty to Hanzhong.

As for the dark activities of the militia...that is called the blood of capital.

"Thirty thousand people."

Jiang Wan held out three fingers and said, "The Prime Minister is afraid that if he accepts so many people rashly, the monarch will not be able to take care of them, so he asked Wan to come here to inform him that the monarch should prepare as soon as possible."

Thirty thousand people are nothing!

I can eat another 100,000 people.

Just thinking about the price of food in Jincheng, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter, the government in Yuexi is organizing reclamation now. They are not afraid of too many people, but afraid of not having anyone. When will these people arrive?"

Damn it, misfortunes never come singly. The heart of the rich man Feng Dadu once again bled: "Family in Shuzhong, let's take note of this account first."

"The first batch is already on its way."

"Okay, I understand."

Today's reclamation is centered on Qiongdu and goes north along the Sun River, with Suqi and Taideng counties as auxiliaries. Just these three counties are enough trouble.

Not to mention the Sunshui River Valley plain area outside these three counties, Feng Yong simply does not have the manpower to develop it.

Thirty thousand people would not even be able to make a splash if they were thrown into it - provided there is sufficient food supply.

After discussing with Jiang Wan, someone arranged to take him down to rest. Feng Yong went to inspect various places without stopping until the sun was about to set, and then he turned back to the city.

Although he was tricked by an aristocratic family and suffered a heavy bleeding, Feng Yong was still very happy about the upcoming population of 30,000.

Although there are 40,000 Han people in Yuexun, most of them are located in Anshang County, which is close to Jianwei County. In nearby places like Qiongdu, if you don't count the soldiers, Dongfeng Express employees and so on, there are not many Han people at all.

The coming of these 30,000 people is simply a timely help.

Enlightenment, enlightenment, education must have a model. Without a model, who knows how to Chineseize?

Now that Jiang Wan's arrival finally solved Feng Yong's biggest problem, he finished his day's work and immediately returned to the small courtyard humming a song.

"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it..."

I washed my hands and feet in the yard, walked into the living room, and was about to find a drink of water, when I saw a person sitting quietly at the top.

This man's face was extremely handsome, yet extremely cold, expressionless, and his body stood as straight as a golden sword. He just sat there quietly and stared at Feng Yong.

It was getting late, and even the dim sunset couldn't shine into the room, and there was no light on. The flickering light, coupled with Guan Ji's appearance and aura, made Feng Yong almost shout "Ghost!"

"Xi...Xi...you have a small leather whip in your hand..." Feng Tubao's heart was frightened, and he even changed the lyrics unconsciously in fear. He stammered and asked, "How is Xijun?"

Sit here?"

Guan Ji, who was like a wooden figure, finally had an expression on her face and smiled, "I'm waiting for Alang!"

"Oh, oh," Feng Yong patted his chest, "Xijun is interested."
Chapter completed!