"In the hurry of coming down, I only brought these coarse grains, don't be surprised" Long Ziyue walked downstairs, and saw that Nangong Lie was still looking at the relief food, and said with a chuckle.

Nangong Lie retracted his gaze, looked at Long Ziyue, and raised his lips slightly, "It is a blessing for Zhangzhou that Mr. has the heart to help, this king is going to the City Lord's Mansion, is Mr. willing to go with him?" ”

Long Ziyue's eyes were slightly bright, did Nangong Lie believe her in this move?

"Long Yue is willing"

When I arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, it was already evening.

The city lord arranged a meal to wash the dust for Nangong Lie. The dishes are very simple, just the ingredients that ordinary people often eat, and they are already delicious for Zhangzhou now.

Nangong Lie entered the table, waved his hand to the magistrates of various prefectures and counties, and said lightly: "Now that Zhangzhou is in an emergency, it's not the time to pay attention to status and status, so sit down."

After everyone sat down, Nangong Lie turned to the city lord and said in a deep voice: "How is the situation in Zhangzhou?" ”

The city lord shook his head, and said with a solemn look in his eyes: "This year is more serious than in previous years, thirty percent of the people in the seven prefectures and counties under Zhangzhou have no food, and they have to rely on Mocheng's food relief."

Hearing this, Nangong Lie lowered his eyes, there were no less than 200,000 adults in Zhangzhou, and the relief food in Mocheng could only barely solve the problem of one adult, and the rest could only be transported from other cities.

The northern Xinjiang region is vast, and the time required for transportation will not be short. It will take a month to collect all the grain and grass and transport it to Zhangzhou, so how can the 100,000 people in Zhangzhou afford to wait?

After pondering for a while, Nangong Lie made arrangements, "The grain transported from Mocheng will be distributed to the people who have no food first, and those who still have food in store will also donate the grain first, and the prefectures and counties will arrange for people to do a good job of registration, and after the spring is warm, it will be returned according to the amount of donations." After the grain in the neighboring state cities is collected, it will be transported directly to Zhangzhou, and it will be distributed by the city lord's mansion in a unified manner, and it is strictly forbidden to distribute it privately."

Hearing Nangong Lie's law, the officials of various states and counties nodded again and again, "With the people's grain donations, it will not be a problem to last for half a month, plus the grain in Lincheng, it will last for a month, and then the relief grain from the prefectures and cities will be able to be transported, and the crisis in Zhangzhou will be solved."

Everyone said a word, and warmly discussed the details of the distribution of grain, but Long Ziyue, who was sitting quietly on the side, slightly wrinkled her eyebrows. Leaning closer to the city lord of Zhangzhou, Long Ziyue asked in a low voice, "I would like to ask, does Zhangzhou do this every year?" ”

The city lord nodded, although he didn't know Long Ziyue's identity, but seeing that he was following Nangong Lie, he didn't dare to slack off, "As Mr. can see, there will be a shortage of food in Zhangzhou every time it is wintering, and it is not serious at first, but with the increase in the number of people, the shortage of food is becoming more and more serious. Today, it has become the state city with the most serious food shortage in northern Xinjiang."

"As far as I know, the food transported by the king should be enough to last for more than a month, why do you only say that it can last for half a month?" Long Ziyue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and asked the doubts in her heart

The city lord opened his eyes slightly, looked at Long Ziyue with surprise, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that Mr. is not from Northern Xinjiang, right?" ”

"Lingnan Lingguo people in the lower middle realm"

"No wonder" the city lord bowed his head, and then explained in a whisper: "Sir doesn't know, Zhangzhou is the northernmost state city in northern Xinjiang, because of the cold weather, you need to eat more food to keep out the cold, so the appetite of the people of Zhangzhou is much greater than ordinary people, before the autumn, the year's grain has been eaten, so every winter, there is a phenomenon of food scarcity"

"I see, how long has this been the case?"

"Counting this year, it's already the tenth year"

Long Ziyue twisted her eyebrows and questioned: "Has it been solved like this for the past ten years?" After all, grain distribution relief is not a long-term solution, and Zhangzhou has never thought about growing grain by itself? ”