Wang Tiezhu came galloping over, exhausted. Before his horse had even stopped, he jumped off and took two steps at a time to get to Zhao Muyun.
"Zhu Zi, you are now a centurion and have a family, why are you still so impulsive?" Zhao Muyun deliberately frowned and blamed him.
"Brother Zhao, in front of you, I will always be the brother Zhuzi who patrols with you." Wang Tiezhu smiled.
Among the nine subordinates in Yanqingdun Beacon Tower, only Wang Tiezhu calls him brother, and he is the one who truly treats Zhao Muyun as his eldest brother.
"Stop being mushy!"
Zhao Muyun punched him in the chest and asked with a smile, "You rushed here so quickly, did you make any new discoveries?"
"Brother Zhao, you asked the right question!"
"In Xiazhou, south of the Great River, there's a rebellion! I heard it's massive, sweeping across several states, with countless participants. The people either have to join or leave their homes!"
Wang Tiezhu calmed himself down and said, "Our neighboring Yanzhou is full of refugees and starving people."
"I didn't expect that in Dayin, a peaceful place, someone would rebel!"
"Who are rebelling and why are they rebelling?"
Zhao Muyun asked with a frown.
Guannei Road, separated from Hedong Road by a river, has suffered from drought and poor harvests for years, and was also hit by a locust plague last year.
Tian Zun, the governor of Guannei Road, was already extremely worried and had written countless memorials requesting the court to allocate grain for disaster relief.
However, the Ministry of Revenue asked Tian Zun to find a solution on his own, using the excuse that Hedong Dao was at war with the Tartars.
Tian Zun had no choice but to collect grain from the wealthy families in Guannei Road. However, these wealthy families held their pockets tightly and shouted that the landlords had no surplus grain.
Without food relief, countless people starved to death. It seemed that they had no choice but to rebel.
"Brother Zhao, we've inquired and learned that the leader of the rebellion is called Li Jingang, and he's said to be a postman from Xiazhou."
"There's a shortage of food and money in the Guannei Road, so someone came up with a foolish idea and removed all the Xiazhou post stations, which were the hardest hit."
"As a result, Li Jingang took the lead in the rebellion."
"By the time we returned from Yanzhou, we had gathered 30,000 to 40,000 people..."
Before Wang Tiezhu finished speaking, Zhao Muyun was stunned.
In the history of his previous life, the last emperor wanted to save money, so he withdrew the post stations, which led to a man named King Chuang rebelling and leading his army into the capital.
And that emperor also hanged himself on a crooked tree and died for his country.
History is so surprisingly similar. Could it be that after two hundred years, the Dayin Dynasty, which is now plagued by internal and external troubles, will suffer the same fate?
"With the big river blocking the way, they shouldn't be able to come here to cause trouble."
Zhao Muyun sighed slightly.
After 200 years, the Dayin Dynasty was apparently terminally ill.
The wheel of history rolls on, and it will not change much because of the appearance of someone. What is coming will still come!
Even though Zhao Muyun had the ambition to save the world, he could not fight against the trend of history.
If this trend continues, the future may be a competition among various forces such as rebels, Tartars, and Dayin.
What Zhao Muyun can do for the time being is to develop a force that truly belongs to him, and use the advanced weapons and technological levels that he was able to achieve in his previous life to strengthen his own strength, so that he can remain invincible in troubled times.
"Zhu Zi, next time you go to Yanzhou, bring as many refugees as you can. Han Zhong told me they're seriously short of manpower!"
Zhao Muyun immediately gave instructions to Wang Tiezhu.
Building cities now requires population, and farming requires even more population.
At present, there are 1,300 people plus 2,000 new Wuhuan people. Although there are more than 3,000 people in total, the only ones who are farming are the 1,300 people from Yinzhou and the dozen people including Zhao Muyun.
Apart from the Wuhuan people, which Dayin people are not good at farming?
This is a genetic imprint deeply engraved in the bones of the people of Dayin.
Building a city is the top priority and needs to be put first.
But the problem is that farming and producing food are urgent.
As the population increased, the meat Zhao Muyun got from the Tartars could only last for three months at most.
He gave up one thousand taels of silver and one thousand war horses, and obtained twenty thousand dan of grain from Pei Lun.
Fortunately, with meat and oil as a base, food consumption is not very fast.
But there are more than 3,000 mouths to feed. Once the food is eaten up and no new grain is delivered to the warehouse, everyone will starve.
The narrow and long Zishui River Valley plain south of Yinzhou City is a good place to grow wheat.
Zhao Muyun asked his brother Zhao Puxian, who had rich farming experience, to conduct on-site surveys and planning.
The next step is to take a day or two to stop building the city and focus on planting spring wheat.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao. I had already paid attention to it when I set out last time. I have brought back two or three hundred people this time, and they are on the way behind us!" Wang Tiezhu grinned.
"You're so bold! You're hiding something from me!" Zhao Muyun shouted deliberately. "If you have any other findings, tell me everything at once."
"Brother Zhao, you have a wide range of knowledge. What do you think this thing is?"
Wang Tiezhu chuckled, then returned to his warhorse, took a bag from the horse's back, and handed it over.
Zhao Muyun saw that the outside of the bag was dirty and felt that it was very heavy when he took it.
With a sudden thought, he opened it and saw only a few shiny black blocks.
"Isn't this a coal mine? How did you get it?"
Zhao Muyun exclaimed, pinched off a piece with his hand and twisted it.
"Coal? What is this?"
Wang Tiezhu looked curious, "We were passing through a valley in Yanzhou when a rock wall suddenly cracked and collapsed, nearly burying us brothers."
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