Gutali stood up excitedly and paced back and forth in the room: "Third Prince, do you think we should pass this news back to the tribe and let the king arrange a large-scale attack!"

"As long as there is no commander Yun Nishang on the northern border, no one else can achieve anything. We are focusing on a quick victory. Is it possible to swallow up those places on the border directly?"

The Third Prince hit Gutali's head heavily with the folding fan in his hand: "If we do this, won't it be easy for us to be trapped in the capital by the Central Plains people?"

"Besides, I am not the only son of the king. Although I am the most brave and skilled in fighting, there may be other brothers who will step in and try to stop me. I have fought hard on the border for so many years, and I don't want to be taken advantage of by others in one day!"

When Gutali heard this, he immediately knelt on the ground and apologized: "This is my fault for not considering it carefully!"

The third prince didn't say anything, but just helped Gutali up and said, "It's okay. Although this matter cannot be reported back to the tribe now, it is indeed a rare opportunity. Maybe we can think about it from another angle."

Gutali and the three princes plotted until the early morning.

During this period, Jingzhao Prefecture reported a phenomenon to Zhao Ji: "The number of refugees has increased again!"

When Zhao Ji heard the news, his first reaction was that maybe something happened in Hua'an County again.

But the prefect of Jingzhao looked strange, and whispered to Zhao Ji: "I sent someone to ask about these refugees, but they are not from Hua'an County. They seem to be from the north, and they are all very tall!"

"It's a pity that they are so young but not willing to work. I originally wanted to collect these refugees and arrange them to live in the suburbs for the emperor to practice, and give them one tael of silver a month, but these refugees would rather eat the free porridge and rice than work!"

Zhao Ji frowned when he heard this: "Are they all old people?"

Jingzhao Prefecture Governor shook his head like a rattle: "Of course not, the refugees who I saw in the training palace are basically tall and strong men. They should be good at farming, but they are unwilling to work!"

"And it seems that there are no elderly people, no women, and no children among these refugees!"

The prefect of Jingzhao did not realize anything, but Zhao Ji realized something all of a sudden.

Young and strong men, no women, children or the elderly, even unwilling to work.

Zhao Ji frowned and asked, "Have you calculated the approximate number of such refugees?"

The prefect of Jingzhao quickly held out a booklet and said, "These are of course all counted. During this period of time, there have been a lot of people who have come here one after another, and there are about a hundred of them in total."

Zhao Ji asked sharply, "Are these hundreds of people just the ones in the city? Are there such refugees outside the capital?"

Jingzhao Prefecture Yi nodded: "It seems that there are also these refugees outside the city, but they did not enter the city. Instead, they are stationed outside the city. I think they should be reclaiming wasteland."

Looking at the thick book in his hand, Zhao Ji asked, "Have you counted the number of people outside the city?"

Jingzhao Prefecture Yi nodded: "Yes, there are relatively more people outside the city, about two to three hundred people."

"By the way, during this period, some people have traveled long distances to migrate to small towns outside the city. They said they wanted to move their entire clan to this village and develop here. I have also registered their household registration here."

When a series of events came together, Zhao Ji's mind suddenly became clear.

"I'd like to trouble you to pay attention to this matter and send someone to observe the movements of these people. You should ask about the people who are in debt and come here to reclaim wasteland what they are doing every day and how they are doing..."

Jingzhao Prefecture Yi heard Zhao Ji's arrangement and nodded repeatedly, then asked curiously, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, but I hope everything is just my guess."

The large number of refugees gathered outside the city are much more diligent than those inside the city.

Basically, I can't go out to open up new land every day.

The dynasty's policy also encouraged these refugees to open up wasteland. As long as they were willing to do so, they would receive a subsidy of one or two taels of silver per acre of land.

Using this as an excuse, the Jingzhao Prefecture sent people to follow up on the progress of the land reclamation every day, saying that they wanted to calculate the money for the land reclamation rewards.

It’s strange to say, although these people go out to open up wasteland every day, they seem to be working very hard.

However, their progress in land reclamation was not very fast, and it could even be said to be very slow.

This strange phenomenon was also reported to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji became more and more certain of his guess.

This also made Zhao Ji decide to plan ahead.

The moon was shining brightly and the city gates were closed, but a carriage came galloping and stopped at the gate.

The soldiers guarding the city shouted, "Who is in the carriage? The city gates are now closed and must not be opened again. Go home quickly. Don't wait until curfew to arrest you!"

A hand stretched out from the carriage, holding a badge from the royal palace.

"I am doing business in the palace. Open the door quickly..."

The soldiers guarding the city saw the badge from the palace and checked it again and again. After making sure they saw the special mark, they opened the side door.

The carriage rushed out without stopping.

After driving for more than ten miles, the driver finally stopped the carriage.

"Come out!" The coachman jumped out of the carriage and took off his hat.

Under the moonlight, the groom's face gradually emerged.

This person was none other than Zhao Ji.

Although Zhao Ji was now dressed as a groom, he was tall and had an imposing manner, and the cloth clothes he wore made him look even more reserved.

A pair of hands stretched out from the carriage, pulled down the curtain, and a man jumped out of the carriage nimbly.

This person was none other than General Yun Nishang, who should be seriously ill in the general's mansion in the capital at this time.

At this time, Yun Nishang's face was ruddy. She stood in front of the carriage and bowed to Zhao Ji: "I know what I did. Even if our plan succeeds in the future, I am afraid I will be thrown into prison!"

"I can never be cleared of the crime of deceiving the emperor!" Although Yun Nishang said this, there was no regret or hesitation on her face.

Zhao Ji took a deep look at the heroic Yun Nishang and said, "General, you are wrong. Who can predict what will happen in the future?"

Yun Nishang was slightly stunned by these words, and then a gorgeous smile blossomed on her face: "I am obsessed, thank you very much, Master Yin, for arguing for me. When I leave this time, I am afraid that Master Yin will have to help cover up for me in the capital!"

"Go ahead and don't worry. I believe you will return victorious this time. Whether Beijing can be stable for the next hundred years depends on this time, General!"

Zhao Ji bowed and Yun Nishang bowed in return. The two said nothing more. Yun Nishang untied the horse from the carriage in a swift and decisive manner.

Only under the cover of the grand moonlight could this Ferghana horse be tied to the carriage and smuggled out in the dim moonlight.

"The horse travels a thousand miles, and the general returns in triumph!"