All the disaster victims only had one thing in mind, and that was to survive!
After eating a mouthful of rice, they were already very satisfied. Who wouldn't crave the fragrant potatoes? No one wanted to continue heading east because no matter how strong a person was, if they didn't eat for a few days, they might collapse on the road at any time.
Those with skills, such as craftsmen, cooks, and even butchers, would be put to good use and arranged to more suitable positions. Their treatment would also be better.
If he really didn't have a skill, he would just work hard.
Two thousand people were needed to build the asphalt road and two thousand people were needed to build King Qi's mansion.
A thousand people were needed to build the house.
The standards of the current era could not be compared to the future. For example, there was not much advanced equipment available for building asphalt roads. Many jobs needed to be done bit by bit by manpower, so more manpower was needed.
Previously, the construction speed of the asphalt road had not been fast. Now, other than the east, west, north, and south main roads and a few slightly wider roads that were paved with asphalt roads, only a small portion of the road extended outside Qingzhou City.
The main reason was that the official road outside Qingzhou was not as solid as the one inside. The construction speed was naturally much slower, but now there was a large number of people outside Qingzhou City that could be used.
Zhu Rong would never let them wait here for food every day. If they didn't create any value, then even if he had stored so much food in the manor, he wouldn't be able to continue.
This was because the disaster this time was very likely to last until winter. It might even end in the spring of the second year.
This was a long period of time. No matter how powerful he was, he could not provide so much food continuously.
He knew that more disaster victims would arrive in Qingzhou City one after another.
Especially when the news that they could eat their fill in Qingzhou City spread, the disaster victims would definitely swarm over!
Even if a large project required a lot of people, thousands were already the limit. After all, they had already recruited a lot of long-term and short-term workers. King Qi's Imperial Residence would not chase away these people.
"Looks like I have to start more industries and recruit more people." Zhu Rong muttered to himself.”
Zhu Rong did not just provide food for disaster relief. He had to create value for the disaster victims and then use the value he created to feed more disaster victims.
This was the only way to continue.
Otherwise, even if the emperor came, these disaster victims would be eaten to death!
In the six-story residential area, many residents were leaning against the windows, looking at the scene outside the city from afar.
The height of the city wall was about 10 meters, and the six-story building was a full 20 meters.
Some residents on the higher floors could see the scene outside the city.
Now, the city gates were tightly shut and no one was allowed to enter or leave. They would only reopen after the order was completely stabilized to prevent conflicts between the original residents and the disaster victims.
There were even more people standing on the roof of the six-story building, looking out of the city.
"Hiss! So many disaster victims!"
"No wonder His Highness King Qi didn't allow the gates to be opened. With so many people rushing in, our Qingzhou City will probably be looted.”
"There are too many disaster victims. Isn't this going to eat up our Qingzhou City?!”
"I saw carts of potatoes being transported outside the city. His Highness King Qi isn't going to use potatoes to relieve the disaster, is he? Didn't the Imperial Court forbid potatoes?”
"Shh! Silence! We didn't see anything!"
"Bah! My mouth!"
Marquis Jiangyin brought 1,000 registered disaster victims into Qingzhou City, instantly causing a huge uproar.
The commoners moved to the sides and looked at the disaster victims vigilantly.
They had all heard that many disaster victims had burned, killed, and looted. Some landlords and merchants had even been killed. They would do anything for food.
Marquis Jiangyin brought these disaster victims to the construction site of the Qi King Manor.
It was lunchtime, and before they even got close, they could smell the aroma of food.
The disaster victims looked at each other, licking their tongues and swallowing their saliva.
"Didn't you say you'd have two meals a day?"
"I don't know. It's already noon.”
"I smell stewed potatoes.”
The disaster victims lined up behind Marquis Jiangyin's carriage as they discussed in low voices.
The ancients did not eat after noon and ate two meals a day.
In this disaster season, let alone two meals a day, even one meal a day was very rare.
But in Qingzhou, King Qi had said that the disaster victims could have two meals a day, and they were all cooked rice. There were even salted vegetables, stewed potatoes, and rice soup.
When he got closer, he heard the employees who were getting food complaining.
" Why potatoes again?!"
"Can't you eat potatoes every day for a change?!”
"Aiya, mother, these potatoes are really going to make me vomit!”
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The disaster victims looked at each other. There were actually people in this world who disliked potatoes?!
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