A large number of people moved westward along the Yangtze River under the protection of local officials, gentry, and government troops.
The money and grain that were originally stored in the local treasury were all transferred.
This money and food was the focus of Zhao Yun's attention. He needed to guard against some people taking advantage of this opportunity to lay their hands on them.
However, with Zhao Yun staring at them, there were still some people who dared to have evil thoughts about the transferred money and grain.
Thus, another batch of heads fell to the ground.
While Zhao Yun was busy killing people everywhere, Gan Yu, the supervisor of Jiangnan East Road, was also busy settling the refugees.
A large number of refugees left their homeland. Along the way, people ate and horses chewed, and the consumption was extremely huge.
According to Tian Zi's will, these refugees had to take refuge in the settlement for a whole month.
If the storm came within a month, they would have to wait until the storm was over before they could return to their homeland and start rebuilding after the disaster.
And what if there was still no hurricane after a month?
Chang 'an didn't make it clear. It seemed that the officials and the emperor were certain that the storm would come.
Gan Yu had a splitting headache.
He did not know what he should expect.
" I hope Tian Zi…is really blessed by the heavens…"
Standing on a high hill, Gan Yu frowned as she looked down at the migration team that stretched for miles.
These days, his white hair had grown quite a bit.
He was not young anymore.
When he was young, he was proud of his high school achievements. Although he was not the top scorer in the new subject, he was still a top scorer. After that, he married his teacher's daughter. After the marriage, the couple was harmonious. With his father-in-law's guidance and guidance, his career had been stable. Coupled with his outstanding ability, he was promoted all the way to the position of Jiangnan Dongdao's supervisory censor.
One more step and he would be in Chang 'an.
With a harmonious family, children around her knees, and a smooth career, Gan Yu's life could simply be described as perfect.
If he could go one step further before he retired, enter Chang 'an to worship the emperor and become an important minister of the cabinet, he would die without regrets.
According to his previous experience, he only needed to stay in this position for a few more years, and entering Chang 'an was almost certain.
But this happened at the critical moment…
He didn't know if he should be happy or sad.
If the wind disaster really came, although it was the emperor's edict to do it, the executor was himself, so he would naturally have a share of the credit. He could enter Chang 'an several years earlier, which was a joy.
However, if the hurricane did not arrive, the resentment accumulated by so many disaster victims would have nowhere to vent. Their anger would also cause turmoil. A few words from someone with ill intentions would be a sign of chaos.
If such a thing really happened, his career would be completely over, and his entire family would be implicated.
"Forget it, this is destined to happen.”
"Tian Zi…is still a little impatient.”
" He's a 16-year-old young man after all…"
Sighing, Gan Yu shook her head and turned around to instruct her subordinates to settle the disaster victims.
There were naturally many people who thought like Gan Yu. During this period of time, almost all the officials of Jiangnan East Road were worried.
What was the little Emperor of Chang 'an doing?
Windstorms occurred every year, and only a few villages and small counties were slightly affected. There was no need to make such a big fuss.
Did he really think that he could see through the past and future just because he was the Son of Heaven?
What a joke!
Only by boasting that the Son of Heaven was sacred and supreme could they use the name of the Son of Heaven to lord over the local people.
Now that Tian Zi had done this, they were all in a difficult position.
After listening to others praise him for a long time, he actually believed it?
Thinking of this, many of the officials cursed in their hearts.
But even if they were helpless, the bureaucrats could only accept their fate.
This was an unsolvable problem. The bureaucrats had elevated the emperor to the altar, and now that the emperor had really used his imperial power, the bureaucrats helplessly realized that no matter how absurd the divine order was, as long as the court was stable, they could only carry it out.
And it must be carried out without any compromise!
It would be best if he could surpass his standards!
Otherwise, the local government troops and the elite soldiers from Chang 'an would make them understand what it meant to have millions of corpses when the emperor was angry!
Reality had proven that the bureaucrats who could unleash their full potential were terrifying!
They were able to tap into the potential of the country in their era.
As long as the bureaucracy was still functioning normally, as long as this huge and complicated system was not completely corrupted like the end of the Ming Dynasty, those who were involved would find that when this group moved, the glorious power would scare people out of their wits.
Why was it that the ancient Eastern Empire could send tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people to war at any time, while at the same time, it was normal for thousands of people in the West to fight each other.
The most crucial factor was that the ancient East had a far superior bureaucracy compared to the West.
As time went on, the West gradually built up their complete bureaucracy. Didn't they also directly create the so-called concept of " total war "?
During the Middle Ages, it was only the knights who led a group of peasants to burn, kill, and plunder. After the Renaissance, according to the information sent back by the priests, they imitated the East and established their own relatively perfect bureaucracy. In addition, the power of the king gradually expanded, suppressing the religion and local nobles. Immediately, a terrifying war potential erupted.
It was the same now.
The noble marquises brought their retainers and children along the Yangtze River to inspect and supervise the transportation and security of the grain ships.
Day and night, they patrolled every river and every road.
At the same time, the food at home began to be transported to the front.
The white-haired old men who had once served as senior officials in Chang 'an and returned to the local areas after their retirement also sent out their retainers and trusted aides to assist the various officials in settling and appeasing the people.
Bai Musheng should be glad that the bureaucracy of Da Qi under his rule was still considered healthy. Although there were many problems, it hadn't reached the point where the dynasty was completely corrupted at the end of its reign.
There were also quite a few Hu who had come on ships and were selling goods in Taizhou and Mingzhou.
They were shocked.
The huge procession that stretched on the road made the Hu people's scalps go numb.
This was the migration of hundreds of thousands of people!
Many of them didn't even have that many people in the country!
"What happened to the people of Aurora?"
"I heard that their king received a divine revelation that there would be a wind disaster here…"
"Is the Seres people crazy? Just because of this?"
"The Son of Heaven…obtained the Heaven Enlightenment?”
"I have to report this to the king as soon as possible. If it's true…then it's too terrifying!”
Some of the foreign countries that were further away from the Central Plains were still fine, but those that were close to Great Qi, such as Goguryeo, Silla, Baekje, and the Wei Nation, were shuddering in fear.
If the emperor of Qi really had such ability, they didn't dare to imagine what would happen in the future.
A ruler who could communicate with the gods of heaven and earth, the army under his command…who would dare to resist?
If in the future, when the Emperor of Da Qi woke up and found them an eyesore, would they obediently kneel on the ground and wait for death? Or should he resist symbolically and cry a few times before waiting for death?
No matter which one he chose, it felt so difficult…
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