Sheng Fu

Chapter 290
In the evening of the next day, the autumn wind in the Haoye Plain gradually turned cold.

Yu Wenjun, Dugu Li, Jing Hanqing, and Guo Shenghe sat around the fire.

A few sweet potatoes were also buried in the fire.

Jing Hanqing said: "Now there are three thousand doctors in place. General Suo Chengguo began to speed up the speed of concentrating the refugees. The doctor from the Guo family has also hibernated and observed everything in secret."

Guo Shenghe was wearing armor and his face was covered with armor. People who didn't know it thought Guo Shenghe was the head of the spy that Suocheng Guo relied on.

After coming here, Guo Shenghe will naturally not show his true colors.

Yu Wenjun will not use the hands of the Guo family to investigate the background of the extremely broken shooter. Now is not the time to entangle in these matters.

Jing Hanqing continued: "According to the news brought back by our spies, there were refugee riots in some areas, but they were just small disturbances and did not form a raging wave."

"I'm worried that these news are just deliberate deception."

Yu Wenjun calmly said: "It doesn't matter who makes the move, something will happen in the near future."

"If our spies can bring back timely information, that's our luck. If they can't bring back timely information, that's normal. Next, you will gather the scholars among the refugees while presiding over the overall situation."

"In a few days, Haoye Plain will build a city, and Suo Chengguo will stay here to train the refugees day and night. In a short period of time, they will pay equal attention to civil and military affairs until the barbaric breath on the refugees is washed away."

Qiuqing wanted to build a city here to settle the refugees. There were no hard resources here. Fortunately, it was a plain with lush water and grass, and horses could be raised here.

300,000 refugees will not occupy too much land in the Haoye Plain, and it is more than enough to settle them.

Jing Hanqing said solemnly: "Some refugees are seriously ill. If they take medicine, the cost will be bottomless, and the number of such refugees is increasing every day."

Suffering from the wind and the sun all the year round, the desire to eat is stretched, and the occasional cold, all relying on self-resistance, over time, will accumulate serious illness.

Jing Hanqing didn't finish his sentence, Yu Wenjun already knew the general idea.

Most of the refugees who are seriously ill are already old. Even if they are cured, they don't have a few years to waste.

An old man without wisdom is destined to be just a burden. If he ignores it, it will be against the common sense of human ethics.

If it is managed, it is bound to consume a lot of resources. If such resources are used on young people, the benefits can be maximized.

The world is always in a dilemma, which makes people want to stop.

Jing Hanqing is waiting for Yu Wenjun to make a decision. Although this matter is not big, after all, he has the power to control his life and death, and he is an old man who has suffered all his life. Only the leader can make the decision.

Yu Wenjun glanced at Guo Shenghe, who was covered in armor, and asked softly, "If you were me, how would you choose?"

As a child of an aristocratic family, why don't you know the joints inside.

The armor on his face covered Guo Shenghe's expression, he hesitated for a long time, but still shook his head.

The autumn wind is brisk, and Yu Wenjun sighs in the wind.

After thinking for a long time, Yu Wenjun slowly said: "Divide the elderly in order, and those who are confirmed to have a life expectancy of ten years or more will be saved."

"Yangshou will last ten years, depending on the circumstances, if there are descendants, continue to save, this debt can be owed by those descendants."

"For those who have no descendants, let the old man spend a happy time as much as possible, and then send him on the road. There are as many human beings as there are human beings."

Jing Hanqing nodded his head, although he wanted to be perfect, but the situation is so uncontrollable.

It is expected that there will be many suicides among the elderly who have descendants. A sensible old man will never drag down future generations due to illness, but this kind of thing will be decided according to the circumstances. Everyone has a different physique and a different vision. Different, the result will naturally be different.

And those old people who have no descendants and whose life expectancy is less than ten years, even if they are cured, how will they live in the future?Relief cannot always be relied upon.

It’s not that Mr. Yuwen never thought of building a separate castle to accommodate those old people. Firstly, it will cost a lot, secondly, it’s not worth it, and thirdly, it will make those old people who have descendants appear unscrupulous and greedy.

This is a fig leaf, it cannot be broken without being broken, and this fig leaf will be torn no matter what.

Jing Hanqing said: "Many children with impaired limbs, I want to let them learn a craft so that they can be self-sufficient in the future."

Yu Wenjun nodded and said, "You can handle this matter as you see fit."

Jing Hanqing lowered his head, took a branch in his hand, and rolled over the sweet potatoes in the fire, remembering that night when it was snowing heavily, the encounter with Jing Peiyao in the ruined temple was also eating roasted sweet potatoes, the sweet potatoes that night were really sweet .

What makes Yu Wenjun even more troublesome is that many refugees are unconscious, confused, and have no morals and ethics at all. No matter how they are educated, it is difficult to start.

Leaving aside refugees, even many sound-minded people will inevitably become a bunch of dead dogs and rotten meat after reaching a certain age. This type of people is very common in the market, and they are collectively called rogues.

Yu Wenjun recalled for no reason what happened when he first entered the Demon Realm, met Bai Sheng, and played the bamboo flute well.

Thinking about it for a while, looking at Dugu Li beside her, she asked softly, "Do you understand rhythm?"

Dugu Li looked bewildered, then nodded and said, "I understand slightly, but my skills are not high, what does the young master mean?"

Yu Wenjun said: "The melody directly connects to the soul, so that practitioners can use the melody to cleanse the impurities in the minds of the refugees, or they can gain enlightenment, or they can open up their minds."

Dugu Li responded shyly: "I can't do anything about it, I really only understand a little bit."

Yu Wenjun smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, actually I don't understand either."

Jing Hanqing chuckled at the side, the fire was swaying in the autumn wind.

Jun Yuwen really didn't know about the sect that practiced melody, and it might be recorded in Xingluo's file, but now the national teacher Li Hongshan is not in the imperial capital, so it's nothing to do.

Guo Shenghe said: "I'll go back and ask Grandpa to see if there is any information."

Yu Wenjun nodded slightly, pondered carefully, still recalling the appearance of Baisheng when he played the bamboo flute.

At this point in time, Yu Wenjun couldn't enter the Demon Realm to seek Bai Sheng's help, so he could only give up.

Suddenly, Yu Wenjun thought of a very famous mountain in the south - Huadu Mountain.

There are many monsters and beasts, and there are also big monsters guarding it.

Different monster realms compete for the throne, the monster clan of Huadu Mountain belongs to the local monster clan in the territory of the human race, Huadu Mountain has a heavy miasma, and the yin and yang are irregular, which is very suitable for the cultivation of the monster clan.

The human race never wiped out the monster race of Huadu Mountain, and it was only because the monster race of Huadu Mountain could not cause any harm to the main body of the human race. On the contrary, it allowed the descendant of the race, Jun Yan, to enter Huadu Mountain to practice.

And many precious medicinal materials also come from Huadu Mountain.

While thinking about it, the sweet potatoes were ripe, Jing Hanqing picked up two hot sweet potatoes one after another, broke them in half, and distributed them to the people around him.

Guo Shenghe refused, because his face was armored and it was inconvenient to eat.

The three of them began to eat sweet potatoes silently. With busy government affairs, sweet potatoes still needed to be eaten.

After a long time, Yu Wenjun simply wiped his mouth, and said to Jing Hanqing: "I will leave it to you to deal with the big and small matters in the near future. I will go to the Huadu Mountain. It will take one day if it is quick, or three days if it is slow."

Jing Hanqing hummed, and didn't ask any further questions.

Guo Shenghe asked curiously, "What are you doing there?"

Yu Wenjun explained patiently: "There are many monsters who are good at rhythm, and you and I can always bet on one of them."

Guo Shenghe just came to his senses, and wanted to continue to say a few more words. Huadu Mountain is extremely dangerous, and there is fear of accidents. It can be seen that Yu Wenjun's face is serious, and he can't say much. He can only believe in the leader of Bagu strength.

(End of this chapter)