Longevity begins with a dog

Chapter 134 Jiang Zhihong's Magical Stroke!

"50 stone..."

On the top of the wall, Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong with some surprise in his eyes.

He thought he could get tens of thousands of shi at most, but who knew there were a full 50 shi.

"Oh, what a surprise."

Jiang Zhihong smiled, "If I'm still in that seat, I can get 100 million shi."

"All right……"

Xu Chong nodded, "With this 50 shi of corn, even if it is not replaced with bran or mixed with sand, it is enough for these people in Fenggu County to survive."

"No, not enough."

Jiang Zhihong shook his head, "I picked some people and asked them to spread the news around Yongzhou that there is enough food in Fenggu County."

"..."

Xu Chong frowned, "In this way, the survivors will flock here, and now, there are at least 800 million people in the entire Yongzhou... 50 stones of corn?"

The terrain of Fenggu County is here, not to mention the sufficient water source, except for flat land, there are also some low slopes on all sides. It is not a problem to accommodate 800 million people, not to mention that there will be a lot of damage on the road.

But the problem is, there are only 50 shi of corn, even if all of them are replaced with bran and sand is mixed in, it is far from enough to survive so many people.

After all, the highest proportion of soil mixed with sand is only so much, no amount of it will not save lives, but it will still kill lives in disguise.

"I know that 50 shi is far from enough."

Jiang Zhihong looked down the city, his eyes reflected a little bit of light, "Actually, let alone 50 shi, even doubling it is not enough."

"Because, every day these people live, the court's disaster relief will continue to drag on for another day."

"Unless there are nearly 200 million shi of grain like Lou Youzhi did back then, it is possible to wait until the next season's rice matures and survive the disaster smoothly."

200 million stone...

Indeed, Yongzhou is located in the south, with a warm climate that can support the growth of winter rice.

But even if the cultivation is organized immediately, the harvest will be in the spring of the next year.

For a full six months, without 200 million stones of corn to exchange for bran and sand, it would not last that long.

Xu Chong was even more puzzled, "Then why do you want everyone from Yongzhou to rush here?"

"why?"

Jiang Zhihong chuckled, "To keep them alive."

"I'm not afraid to tell you."

"The 50 stone grain, I have no plans to exchange for anything."

Jiang Zhihong stretched out his hand outside the city wall, and slowly held it: "I will use Jiang Zhihong's method to make these people... all survive!"

"Your method..."

Xu Chong racked his brains and still couldn't figure it out.

How can so many people survive with a mere 50 stone grains?
"Don't meddle in this matter."

Jiang Zhihong turned around and took a deep look at Xu Chong, "You are still young and will be more useful than an old man like me in the future."

Xu Chong's complexion changed suddenly, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

At this time, Jiang Zhihong had already turned around and went down the city wall.

"Yin God!"

Without even thinking about it, Xu Chong immediately left his body and went to see Jiang Zhihong.

really!

The halo flowing around Jiang Zhihong's body surface has turned bright red!
This means that Jiang Zhihong will be in great trouble soon!

"how so!"

Xu Chong was terrified.

These days, he has seen many people with Yinshen.

For example, most of these people outside the city are red.

The same is true for those in the city, except for the Canglong people.

As for Jiang Zhihong, he was white and slightly gray from beginning to end, indicating that his lifespan was short.

This was the case until he left a few days ago.

Why did it suddenly change? !

Even if Jiang Zhihong had collapsed his Dao Seed, he would still be cleansed nine times.

In the entire Yongzhou, who can kill him except himself?
Xu Chong's yin spirit returned to his body, his face was livid.

"I want to see, with me here, who can kill you in Yongzhou..."

……

……

With food, the originally turbulent public sentiment quickly calmed down.

In just one day, the order that Xu Chong had just arrived was restored.

From the second day onwards, there was a large influx of people.

Wave after wave.

The open area around Fenggu County was filled and enriched at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It has to be said that Dian Shi Chuwei is a very talented person.

Long before the arrival of a large number of refugees, a plan was made. From the original refugees outside the city, a large number of civilians were selected to fill the yamen servant team, so as to maintain order after the number of people increased.

At the same time, the number of times Jiang Zhihong went out of the city for treatment increased from twice a day to six times a day.

Even so, it still can't keep up with the speed of the influx of refugees.

Seeing this situation, Xu Chong took the initiative to undertake the rest.

When Jiang Zhihong's strength recovers in time in the future, he will be responsible for going outside the city for treatment.

Gradually, he also gained the title of "Little Miracle Doctor".

In this way, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Day [-].

A group of strange people came from outside the city.

Although wearing the same coarse linen clothes, they are extremely clean and tidy, and their hair is also meticulously arranged, making them look out of place with the surrounding crowd.

This group of people didn't take any food or drink, just mingled in the crowd and watched from a distance, watching everything that happened in Fenggu County.

On the seventh day, the group couldn't sit still.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

One shook his head and said in a low voice.

"I thought it was the relief supplies from the imperial court..."

Another person sighed, "I'm still wondering why they bypassed the Third Division and sent it to a mere county... After all, Mr. Jiang was not appointed as a relief envoy."

"Now it seems that this is not disaster relief from the imperial court at all. It is Mr. Jiang who used his own connections to scrape together such a small amount of food."

Another person spoke in disappointment.

"I want to rely on my own strength to relieve the disaster. If he is still the censor of Zuodu, it is still possible to do it. Now..."

"By the way, Mr. Jiang really offended Mr. Lou so hard? This is nearly ten million lives, just to vent his anger?"

"Lord Prime Minister...the granaries in various prefectures caught fire and were destroyed overnight, so it couldn't be that the Lou Prime Minister sent someone to do it?"

"You don't want to die, even dare to guess this?!"

"Uh... don't choose what you say, don't choose what to say."

"The grievances between these big figures cannot be meddled by a few of us high-ranking officials. It's better to go back to the department and hide."

"I hope it doesn't implicate us..."

"Refugees from the entire province are rushing here now, and the responsibility rests entirely on Elder Jiang alone. In theory, we are at best dereliction of duty."

"Hope it..."

The group left without a sound.

Neither Xu Chong nor Jiang Zhihong had noticed that the heads of the three divisions of military justice and law in a province had gathered here.

On the eighth day, the number of refugees rushing to Fenggu from various places began to drop sharply.

On the ninth day, it took a whole day, but only more than [-] people arrived.

This massive migration has finally come to an end.

Jiang Zhihong knew that the time he had been waiting for had arrived.

That night, he took off his black gauze hat and official robe, put on the blue shirt he wore when he returned home from official duties, and went to the city.

The night wind blows gently, blowing the green shirts in rows.

Jiang Zhihong just stood there quietly, looking at the densely packed lights in all directions.

Xu Chong's Yin God also stood quietly, looking at Jiang Zhihong.

Time passes little by little.

As the sky was approaching, Xu Chong had no choice but to return to his body, and switched to Tan Guang, guarding Jiang Zhihong's side.

Mao Shi.

The light of the sky pierces the earth.

Tens of thousands of smoke from the porridge shed curled up.

At this moment, an incomparably grand and lonely voice rose together.

"Old man Jiang Zhihong."

"People who come to Jizhou to help."

"I can read at the age of three, and read at the age of five..."

The loud sound spread out bursts, causing a sudden commotion.

After all, they never imagined that someone could speak so loudly.

But soon, following Jiang Zhihong's narration, millions of refugees involuntarily immersed themselves in it, following Jiang Zhihong's words, imagining a life of ups and downs.

Jiang Zhihong spoke to himself, his voice amplified thousands of times with strength.

From studying hard in the cold window when he was young, to the young imperial examination, he was selected as the number one scholar and entered the officialdom.

From being complacent and prominent for a while, to being repeatedly demoted and falling into the trough, and then rising up to become the Zuodu Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Only then did anyone react.

"I remembered! Jiang Qingtian! So he is Jiang Qingtian!"

"No wonder, no wonder Fenggu is different from other places..."

"..."

The crowd began to roar.

But this time it was different, emotions of excitement, gratitude, and honor accounted for the vast majority.

"—Of course!"

Jiang Zhihong looked up to the sky and screamed, "This old man claims to be Daqing and the world all his life, but he has never been for the people alone!"

"Without the people, how can we come to the world, and how can we come to Daqing?"

"This old man is really a person who is trying to catch fame!"

Xu Chong, who had been vigilant and prepared to deal with the crisis, couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Zhihong.

"Today, I will teach this lesson for you, for the people of Yongzhou!"

A smile appeared on Jiang Zhihong's face, "You can know, what is martial arts?"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Chong was shocked.

He finally understood what Jiang Zhihong was going to do!

Martial arts!

He wants to reveal the existence of martial arts to these millions of refugees!
Do not……

Not public!

Jiang Zhihong wants to teach them martial arts!
"No wonder... no wonder he is so determined that he can save these people..."

Xu Chong looked at Jiang Zhihong in horror.

Only martial arts can make the grain of 50 stones produce 100 million stones, 200 million stones, or even more effects!

Because of strength!

Protect the body, increase strength, eliminate diseases, speed up healing...

There are too many wonderful uses of strength.

And the most basic and basic ability is to replace the consumption of food!
The essence of strength is not actually food energy.

It is food energy that guarantees the state of the body. If the body is in good condition, the most basic acupoints in the body can continuously produce strength, which is extremely exaggerated.

For example, Xu Chong is now able to eat one meal for five months.

In the final analysis, the potential of the human body itself is too huge.

If martial arts were taught to these refugees, 50 shi of food might really help these people survive the disaster!

As for learning or not...

Xu Chong didn't doubt this at all.

Even if one's martial arts aptitude is extremely poor, and one cannot reach the first level of enlightenment, opening a few acupuncture points is always no problem.

As long as one hole can be opened, the rigid demand for food will be reduced by a part.

The more you open, the less this hard requirement will be.

What's more, with such a huge base, there will definitely be a group of people with excellent qualifications hidden among the common people, and even those with excellent qualifications.

These pioneers can use their own strength to help others reduce their need for food.

This cycle goes on and on, the further you go to the back, the less food you consume!
And the issue of knowledge...

If nothing else happened, Jiang Zhihong planned to teach these people about martial arts every day after dawn, so as to offset the blindness of knowledge and vision.

When the disaster is over, if no one reminds them, they will forget the existence of martial arts, even if there are millions of warriors, they will not be able to make waves.

All in all, it's a stroke of genius.

The only problem...

Xu Chong felt sad.

Jiang Zhihong's move undoubtedly turned millions of people into military slaves.

How can the court tolerate him?

(End of this chapter)