I suddenly remembered the words he said to me in the scene of thousands of horses galloping on the Yan family's horse farm-

Nothing is more important than human beings.

And he talked with Pei Yuanhao for so long today just to talk about moving people to Shu. Could it be that the people in Xichuan are gone?

How is that possible!

I have almost walked through most of the Central Plains, seen bustling cities with bustling traffic and crowds, and saw the tragic situation of thousands of miles of barren land and starving everywhere. I can tell at a glance whether a place is prosperous or desolate. Xichuan is vast, but it is not rare, especially Chengdu's prosperity, which is definitely no less than Yangzhou and the capital during its prosperous period. What's more, those two places have experienced wars, but I'm afraid they are not as good as Chengdu.

If the population is really sparse, even so rare that people need to migrate from other places to enter Shu, how could there be such a bustling street market that is constantly flowing and crowded?

However, what Qingchen had just talked with Pei Yuanhao was indeed about migrating people into Shu. He could not use the interests of the Yan family to exchange for a meaningless result.

I looked at him in confusion: "Qingchen, what's going on?"

But when I saw it, I was startled.

Qingchen's face suddenly turned pale again, even a little paler than just now. The sweat had obviously stopped. At this moment, it suddenly appeared like a tide, and dripping dripping down his cheeks. I saw that his eyes had lost their spirit and hurriedly said, "Qingchen, what's wrong with you, Qingchen?"

He looked up at me, as if he wanted to comfort me, and made a smile that was already completely powerless: "I, I didn't..."

Before the word "一" was expressed, he fell down.

"Qingchen!"

I shouted loudly. At this moment, when Aunt Hong and his friends saw that Pei Yuanhao had already gone out, they all came over tentatively. When they walked to the door of the lobby, they saw Qingchen lying in my arms, they were so scared that they rushed up. I hurriedly asked someone to lift the rattan chair over and immediately escorted Qingchen back to the room, and asked Aunt Hong to go and invite Lao Yao to hurry up.

This made the whole Yan family so busy that they all stood up. A group of people hurriedly surrounded him back to their room. When the medicine was old, they immediately gave him a needle and applied medicine. After a while, they heard him sighing in a coma.

Yao Lao then breathed a sigh of relief: "The head of the family is too weak, so he shouldn't have troubled. After talking about this these days, it's a major injury."

My eyes were red with anxiety: "How is he?"

Yao Lao was silent for a while before saying, "You need to rest, you must rest."

Rest in peace was originally a leisurely thing, but after he emphasized it twice, it made people feel a little heavy. I looked up at him and Yao Lao said, "Originally, with the body of the head of the family and the wealth of the Yan family, it would be fine to live over fifty years old, but now this is the case - after the head of the family is established, it is already given by God."

“…!”

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting my head hard, and for a moment my mind was buzzing.

Qingchen has just passed this year, and Yao Lao said that this is already given by God.

His body is really that bad!

When I thought of what Aunt Hong said before, I almost prepared his funeral for him, my heart felt sore. At the moment he was lying on the bed, his face was as pale as the snow-white mattress under him, and his lips were not bloody. Only his slightly undulating thin chest made him feel a little proof of being alive.

My eyes were red and I whispered: "How could this happen?"

Yao Lao looked at my crying expression and couldn't say anything else, so he gently stepped out. Looking at Qingchen's unconscious appearance, I couldn't help but reach out to caress his pale face, and my face was covered with cold sweat. I wanted to wipe him with a handkerchief. When I moved my hand, I realized that he had been holding my sleeves.

This looks like he was when he was a child.

The child with thin cheeks and big, dark eyes always held my sleeves, and no matter where he went, he followed me like a ghost.

At first, I just thought he was cute and a little ridiculous.

Later, I gradually became a little impatient.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw him standing by the bed, holding the corner of my clothes, staring at me with my dark eyes open, and feeling fearful. There was no light in those eyes, only thick black, like a bottomless abyss, which wanted to absorb human souls.

I just want to hide from him, just stay away from him.

But now...

How long can he see me like this?

How long can I hold the corner of my clothes like this?

How long can I protect me without caring about anyone or anything?

Tears rolled down one by one, dripping on his cheeks, as if he felt the temperature of the tears. He shivered slightly, but still did not wake up. I bent down and leaned against his pillow, and stayed with him all the time.

One night passed.

After kneeling by the bed for a whole night, I slowly woke up from the soreness that came from all over my body. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the pair of dark eyes that were exactly the same as in my dreams looking at me.

I was so scared that I woke up suddenly.

Qingchen had woken up at some point, but was still lying on the bed. He just looked at me, the light in his eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth were all extremely satisfied.

I hurriedly said, "You are awake!"

He looked at me for a long time before whispering: "Sister has been there for me all night."

“…”

"Does sister worry about me?"

The tone of his speech and the look at me was really the same as the child in the past.

I was startled by his appearance, my chest pounding, but after calming down, I still said softly: "It's fine if you're fine. Yesterday, I really scared me."

He looked at me for a while and said, "If I had known that this would make my sister care about me so much, I would have been sick."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

After scolding him, I thought of the words of Yao Lao last night, and my eyes turned red again.

He looked at me, but smiled calmly and said, "Sister, don't worry, I know my own body."

“…”

"No matter what, I will protect my sister and guard her."

“…”

I felt a little sad again in my nose, and almost burst into tears. I could only endure it myself and swallow the discomfort, and then asked softly: "You haven't eaten since last night. Do you want to eat a little? I've kept preparing the kitchen."

"Yes," he said, and said again, "but I have no strength."

“…”

The things were delivered and placed on the small table beside the bed. I helped him sit up, and I was still sitting by the bed and let him lean on it. I felt him leaning against my shoulder, and took a deep breath from my nose, and then I smiled with satisfaction. I was a little trembling, but I still endured it and cooled the spoiled chicken porridge and delivered it to his mouth.

He was obedient when eating. After a while, after eating half a bowl, he refused to eat it. He leaned on my shoulder to breathe. I took a handkerchief and gently wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to take a rest?"

"No need, if you have more rest, you will be frozen."

“…”

"I'll get up soon, and there are still documents to write."

I remember that he told Pei Yuanhao last night that both of them had to write documents in person. It seems that there are some things that only the two of them know about the migration to Sichuan.

I frowned and said softly: "Qingchen, what you said before, is this the great disaster facing Xichuan? Is there no one in Xichuan?"

He looked up at me: "What do you think sister?"

"I have not traveled all over the country these days, but the places I saw along the way, including big cities and small towns, are not sparsely populated. Why do you still want him to move to Shu?"

“…”

He was silent and didn't speak, just gently rubbing my shoulders with his cheeks.

Even though this was my younger brother, this posture and feeling still made me feel a little inappropriate. I looked at him stiffly: "You don't plan to tell me, are you?"

He raised his head and said, "The matter has been resolved, so sister doesn't have to worry about it anymore."

“…”

"Just leave this kind of carefree thing to me."

It seems that I really don't plan to say it.

I thought for a while and said, "Is the first batch of 400,000, still there?"

"There are three batches, a total of one million."

"so much?"

"Um."

"I don't think this matter is so easy to complete. Although it is easy to move people into Xichuan now, Pei Yuanhao has already lost control of the Central Plains. To move so many people into Shu, at least he has to wait until the war is over and he regained the imperial power."

"I know."

"But you have to know that he implemented the policy of ditching and acres in the Central Plains. After the war, there will be many unowned wastelands, and the people will rush to ask for them. When Shu was talked a few days ago, it was clear that the tax system did not have an advantage over the outside world. The people are not fools. They may go to Sichuan to avoid the war during the war, but once the war is over, they will naturally leave."

Qingchen said: "So, we have an agreement, too."

“…”

"All people who moved to Xichuan will have their household registration dead. Within 30 years, no people in Shu will be moved out."

"He agreed, too?"

"Um."

I frowned and fell into deep thought.

After the war, land is cheap, and people will become a very scarce resource, because countless casualties are killed or injured in the war. The more large the war is, the fewer people can survive. At that time, if they really win, regain the imperial power, and re-control the Central Plains, Pei Yuanhao himself will be worried about who to find so much land in the Central Plains to farm.

But now, he has promised to move one million people into Shu and will not be allowed to move out within 30 years.

Although the Yan family and Xichuan sacrificed a lot, he also bleeded heavily.
Chapter completed!