The wind from Chang'an cannot reach Northern Xinjiang.

Just when the Chang'an Guard King had a healthy son, Yang Xuan also began to inspect various places in northern Xinjiang.

“The focus this year is drought resistance!”

Seeing the large-scale welcoming ceremony held by local officials, the Lord of Northern Xinjiang turned pale. Although he did not scold him, everyone knew that he was angry.

"Nothing to do?"

Yang Xuan looked at the officials who came to greet him, "If you have nothing to do, go to the fields, dig trenches, and dig wells!"

A group of officials were driven around by him, but he himself went to the countryside.

"Old man, look at this crop, is it going to be a failure?"

Yang Xuan, dressed in plain clothes, stood on the field ridge and asked an old farmer for advice.

The old farmer squinted his eyes and said, "Although it took a while, the water came in quickly. Look, I can't beat this year's harvest!"

good!

Yang Xuan felt relieved.

The old farmer coughed dryly and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "Without the wisdom of the deputy envoy, how would the good harvest today be possible..."

Yang Xuan didn't mind being flattered by his subordinates, but he felt a little embarrassed when he was praised by an old farmer.

The old farmer mistakenly thought that he was disapproving, so he pointed his fingers and said to him: "The drought in the north that year was not as severe as this year, but my family's harvest dropped by 40%.

That year, more than a hundred people starved to death in eight villages within ten miles. Now if you ask those people, who would not praise the deputy commander for his good work?"

This is a heartfelt compliment.

Yang Xuan smiled and said a few words, then left.

When they reached the avenue, Han Ji smiled and said, "Mr. Lang looks a little uncomfortable."

"I feel unusual and even alarmed by the officials' flattery, but the people's praise makes me as tipsy as drinking fine wine.

I want to warn myself to be careful and not to be arrogant, but I don't notice any arrogance. There is only a kind of... pleasure of getting rewards after giving.

It's like the feeling of climbing a high mountain after hard work, and when you reach the top, you can see how small the mountains are.

Tired, but extremely happy mentally.”

Ta-ta-ta!

Several riders chased him from behind.

"Deputy envoy, urgent report."

Yang Xuan took the document, opened it, looked at it, and raised his head, "The drought is serious in the north, and refugees have already appeared!"

Han Ji's eyes lit up, "Opportunity!"

You can't hide your desire to rebel... Yang Xuan coughed dryly and said, "Demeanor."

Immediately, Yang Xuan led his people back to Taoxian County.

"The first thing is to write a letter to everyone. Don't do anything like this after the reception. Anyone who still does this will be removed from office on the spot."

Jiang Heer took note of it.

Arriving outside the gate of Jiedushi Mansion, Yang Xuan saw He Lianyan.

"News from Ning Xing."

"you say."

The two of them went in together.

"The fight between the emperor and Lin Ya has stopped."

"We are all waiting to see the impact of this wave of drought on Northern Xinjiang!" Yang Xuan said: "If the losses are heavy, I think He Lianchun will not hesitate to raise a large army, and Lin Ya will also put aside the past feud for the time being and join forces to destroy the Northern Xinjiang.

Let’s talk about Xinjiang later.”

"It's all meat, even if it rots in the pot, it's your own." He Lianyan knew Beiliao's mentality.

"We don't have such ideas here." Yang Xuan thought of the pseudo-emperor.

"Then...should we let the news out?"

"No need." Yang Xuan stopped and turned around, "We should still strictly investigate the Northern Liao secret spies, and everyone must be more vigilant to block news about the drought.

I want to see what happens when He Lianchun and Lin Ya learn about the true situation in Northern Xinjiang and their long-simmering conflicts suddenly burst out."

Lang Jun, withered!

He Lianyan went to make arrangements, and Yang Xuan entered the lobby.

When Liu Qing saw him, "The first batch of refugees came and were intercepted."

"From purchasing grain, to smuggling grain, to destroying water cities to seize grain, and then mobilizing the entire northern Xinjiang to fight drought, what is the purpose?"

Yang Xuan sat down with piercing eyes, "It's just for this moment."

Song Zhen took a sip of tea and said, "Northern Xinjiang is vast and sparsely populated. Although there has been a lot of land reclamation this year, there are still large areas of good land left uncultivated. Once these refugees arrive, they will help!"

Liu Qing stroked his beard, with a deep look in his eyes, "Song Gong forgot one thing. There was a severe drought in the north, and the central government ignored it. There were refugees everywhere, and there was no one to control it. In the end, it was me, Northern Xinjiang, and Zitai who endured all this."

Han Ji coughed dryly and said, "It can be seen that Chang'an is stupid, but the husband is wise."

Song Zhen glanced at Liu Qing, and Liu Qing said, "Yes! Chang'an, you are so stupid!"

"Let them open their mouths. No, I will go there myself."

Before he could go home, Yang Xuan had to leave again.

"Food must be mobilized immediately, and the shelter must be prepared. In addition, the doctors and medicinal materials must be prepared. Everyone, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Northern Xinjiang needs to replenish its population, and this drought is a God-given opportunity.

For Guanzhong, population is a burden, but for Northern Xinjiang, population is a strategic weapon.

However, Yang Xuan suddenly thought of the video he saw in the scroll.

Natural disasters are often accompanied by man-made disasters.

The government ignored it and the people had no choice but to flee.

Along the way, I have eaten up all the food, bark, grass roots, and everything I can eat. I have no choice but to eat dirt...

Those Guanyin soil cannot be digested and will bloat to death.

In the end, they were so hungry that they exchanged each other's children...Yi Zi cannibalized each other.

He stopped and turned around, "I want to tell the officials that they are all common people of the Tang Dynasty. If you can save one more, you will be saved. Before the natural disaster, there was no distinction between northern and southern Xinjiang!"

Song Zhen stood up, saluted solemnly, "Take your orders!"

Yang Xuan left the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion and thought for a moment, "Go home."

He returned home in a hurry.

"Aye!"

A Liang came rolling in with leopards and dogs.

Behind him, Zheng Wuniang carefully protected him.

"A Liang is a good boy at home."

Yang Xuan picked up his son and immediately found Zhou Ning.

"The refugees are here and I have to go and see them. If there is any extra food at home, donate it."

"I know." Zhou Ning's pregnancy was not obvious yet, but Yang Xuan still warned: "Leave these matters to them. Also, pay attention to the swordsman, be careful not to be hit by it."

"I know, Huahong, hurry up and prepare clothes and dry food."

Yang Xuan brought the baggage, and A Liang stumbled to send it to him.

"Aye!"

Looking at his son standing behind the threshold, Yang Xuan felt for the first time the emotion of a hero short of breath and a son and daughter loving each other, and waved: "Ah Ye will be back in a few days."

"Aye!"

Ah Liang had tears in his eyes and sobbed.

Watching his father go away, he was reluctant to go back for a long time.

"Woof woof woof!"

Wealth and wealth were spinning around his feet, and his tail kept wagging.

The swordsman looked a little impatient, walked slowly, and suddenly rushed towards the big tree on the side.

Ah Liang couldn't help but look up.

A Liang rushed forward like lightning.

"grass!"
To be continued...