In just a few days.
Rumors spread in Shouchun City.
Morale was in turmoil, and the morale of the army was lax.
The common people have accumulated a lot of resentment and have the intention of rebellion.
When the news reached the palace of Emperor Zhong, Yuan Shu could not sit still. He immediately ordered the burning of all the silk that the Cao army had shot in, and then hurriedly summoned the civil and military officials to discuss countermeasures.
"Cao Aman actually messed up the morale of the people in our city.”
"What are you all standing there for? Think of a way to stabilize the morale of the army and resist Cao Cao.”
Yuan Shu looked around and asked anxiously.
No one answered. Everyone lowered their heads in silence.
Yan Xiang could only walk out and say with cupped hands,"The hearts of the people, the root of the turmoil in the hearts of the soldiers lies in His Majesty, and it is not something Cao Cao can disturb.”
"Sir, what do you mean?”
Yuan Shu looked at Yan Xiang in embarrassment.
Yan Xiang took a deep breath. He knew that if he didn't stop Yuan Shu now, everything would be over.
He composed himself and said with a firm gaze,"I have long reminded Your Majesty that the city will definitely suffer from floods under the torrential rain. The people will be displaced and unable to fill their stomachs.”
"I asked His Majesty to open the granaries to release food and relieve the people, but His Majesty refused to listen!”
"Later on, when the commoners fell ill, I asked His Majesty to collect the medicinal herbs in the city to help the commoners, but His Majesty did not listen!”
"Finally, when the commoners died, I asked His Majesty to give them a lavish burial and not burn their corpses in an unreasonable manner. His Majesty did not listen!”
"The commoners are in dire straits now. They have starved to death and countless have died of illness. How can the commoners not be in chaos and rebel in such a purgatory?”
"And the soldiers under His Majesty are mostly Yangzhou soldiers. Their families and relatives are mostly in the city, and their loved ones are living a life worse than death. How can they still be loyal to His Majesty?”
"All of this is because of His Majesty. It's His Majesty's fault.”
"You must know that if the ruler is not benevolent, the people will rebel!”
Whoosh!
As soon as Yan Xiang's treacherous words came out, the surrounding civil and military officials all knelt down, their heads on the ground, their faces pale.
He was afraid that Yuan Shu would kill anyone he disliked in a fit of anger.
But Yan Xiang was not afraid.
When he said these words, he was already prepared to die. If he could wake Yuan Shu up, he would die without regrets!
"I…"
"I am the Son of Heaven, and everything in this city belongs to me.”
"I gave those lowly people a place to live, land to cultivate, clothes to keep them warm. They should be grateful to me, and their lives should be mine.”
"If I want them to die, they must die.”
"Now, it's just the death of some commoners, and they want to rebel against me. Instead of blaming those commoners, you're blaming me instead.”
"How preposterous!"
Yuan Shu was so angry that his entire body trembled. He even stood up and glared at Yan Xiang. However, under Yan Xiang's calm gaze, Yuan Shu suddenly felt guilty.
A moment later, a murmur came,"Could it be that I…was really wrong?"
Yuan Shu was the descendant of the four generations of the three dukes. He had been living a luxurious life since he was young. How could he understand the sufferings of the common people?
A few commoners starved to death and a few corpses burned.
In his opinion, it was not a big deal at all.
As long as he sat high in the court, he would still be Emperor Zhong, the master of the people.
But what he did not expect was that it had only been a short month.
The weather in Shouchun City changed.
The people are not attached.
The hearts of the people were lost.
At this moment, Yuan Shu was truly afraid.
Of course.
He was not afraid that more people would die, but that he would not be able to become the emperor and enjoy his wealth.
"Then tell me, what should I do?”
Yan Xiang heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, his lord was not too muddle-headed.
"Your Majesty, the most important thing right now is to stabilize the hearts of the people.”
"We should immediately open the granaries to release food and provide relief to the people. As long as the people can eat their fill, there will definitely not be chaos and they will not betray His Majesty.”
"Once the hearts of the people are stabilized, the morale of the soldiers will gradually recover. When the Cao army attacks, His Majesty will promise a generous reward.”
When he heard that Yan Xiang wanted him to spend money to transport grain again, Yuan Shu felt his heart ache.
"But there are more than 300,000 people in the city. How much food do we need to feed so many people?”
"Your Majesty, now is not the time to be worried about the rations. If Shouchun City falls, what use is there for Your Majesty to keep these rations? Wouldn't it be a waste for Cao Cao? Why don't you take them out now to help the people and boost morale?”
Hearing this, Yuan Shu could only grit his teeth and make up his mind."Forget it, forget it."
"We will first transfer ten days 'worth of food to the people.”
"Your Majesty is wise." Yan Xiang heaved a sigh of relief.”
"Everyone, disperse."
Yuan Shu waved his hand.
Wen Wu retreated.
Half a day later.
Yuan Shu then ordered that 3,000 stones of grain be transferred from the granary to the city to help the people. They would be used for ten days first. If there was any surplus, they could extend it for a few more days.
When the order was given, Yan Xiang, who had returned to his residence, was stunned.
Was this what His Majesty meant by ten days 'worth of food?
Ten days 'worth of food for 300,000 people was only 3,000 dan.
Even so, His Majesty still thought that there would be leftovers?
He was completely stunned.
After putting on his clothes, he hurriedly ran out of the mansion and went to the city.
He saw that hot porridge was being cooked in tents set up all over the city.
He took a closer look.
There were no rice grains in the pot, only white soup.
"This…this…"
Yan Xiang pointed and then stumbled out, allowing the heavy rain to fall and soak his entire body.
"Your Majesty is muddle-headed!"
"The Zhong Clan is finished!"
That night.
Yan Xiang was seriously ill and lay in bed with a pale face.
Yuan Shu panicked when he heard that. He felt that something big was about to happen.
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