"What did you say?" Liang Cheng stared at Ling Yun, dug his ears and asked again.
Ling Yun grinned, "I just received news that there are many people in Chenzhou who want to come to us, and people from several state capitals near Chenzhou are rushing to the Lanjiang River."
The imperial court and King Zhao both despise the large number of people, but they don't despise it. If there are people coming, the more the better. Anyway, the scattered tribes on the grassland have been scattered by them, and they can escape, and there are more All were captured.
Even if Northern Hubei wants to move the border dozens or hundreds of kilometers to the northern grasslands, who would dare to have an opinion?
Of course, expanding territory is very complicated. Ling Yun just thought about it. If he really wants to do that, it is definitely not his decision.
After Liang Cheng confirmed that the news was OK, he clapped his hands and said, "This is a good thing. Let's think about how to get them over..."
Seeing him pacing around the room, Zheng Shicheng shook his head, looked at Sheng Ze and said, "Your Highness, what do you think?"
Ezhou has a vast territory, but there is not much land suitable for farming. The ability to feed so many people now depends entirely on the high-yielding crops researched by the sixth girl of the Shen family.
Once it is decided to accept the people from Chenzhou, the granary that has just harvested will probably bottom out again.
Shengze did not answer the question, but thought carefully. After a moment, he looked at Zhang Zhiyao and asked, "Sir Zhang, how much wasteland is there in Ezhou that can be reclaimed to grow food?"
Not all wasteland is suitable for growing food.
As the governor of a state, Zhang Zhiyao naturally kept these data in his mind. After hearing Shengze's question, he blurted out: "Except for the wasteland we have reclaimed this year and the wasteland that the prisoners are reclaiming, it has not been included in the scope of reclamation. There are still nearly 200,000 acres of wasteland.”
He was talking about conservative figures. After all, some wasteland is not suitable for growing food, but after being reclaimed, it can be planted with fruit trees. Miss Shen Liu mentioned before that growing fruit trees can also support the family.
When Shengze heard this number, he felt confident and looked at Liang Chengdao: "Uncle Liang, King Zhao cannot just watch the people flow into Ezhou. He will definitely control it. In this way, there will definitely not be many people who finally reach Ezhou. I think we can take it all in.”
Judging from his knowledge of King Zhao, the number of people who can come to Ezhou will definitely not exceed 50,000. So the food harvested this autumn will be enough to feed them until the next harvest.
If the Northern Hubei Army wants to hoard food, it must reclaim wasteland and expand the planting area. The current population of Hubei is far from enough.
However, after leaving hundreds of thousands of captives behind and finally taking a breather after a good harvest, it is impossible to accept too many refugees from the six northwest states now.
"Is it inappropriate?" Zheng Shicheng frowned, "More and more people are coming, and we won't be able to save much food."
He was worried that war might break out at any time, and he couldn't fight without food.
"Master Zheng, don't worry. I have a separate batch of food stored. Even if a war suddenly breaks out, the soldiers will not go hungry to fight." Shengze said seriously.
When the autumn harvest ended a few days ago, he specially asked Shen Qingqian to collect a batch of grain for her, and his own storage ring was also filled with strategic supplies. No one except Liang Cheng knew about this.
Of course, the rhetoric used this time was Xuanji Mountain.
"In that case, let me start making preparations to receive refugees." Zheng Shicheng was immediately relieved when he heard this. He was already familiar with settling people in Ezhou, following what they had "stolen" before It's up to people to do it.
