In the Study of the Regional Commander's Mansion, Yang Chengye and Niu Zhuang sat together, looking at the grain tax collected This Year.
"The autumn grain has all been put into storage, but we still don't have much grain saved up—less than Two Hundred Thousand dan!" Niu Zhuang rubbed the spot between his brows, feeling his head ache fiercely.
In truth, the situation had eased quite a bit This Year. Last year had been the hardest; at that time, Zhou Lan had only settled Three Hundred Thousand refugees, and it had already emptied out Chongshan Town.
Fortunately, after more than a year of recuperation and rebuilding strength, those previous Three Hundred Thousand refugees had already settled down.
Now, these million refugees seemed like a lot, but in reality, many of them had already been settled for more than half a year.
They had already passed through the most difficult stage. Though they were still poor, At Least they could harvest a little grain from the fields.
But this was only the land of five prefectures in Longyuan. Longyuan had thirteen prefectures in total, and aside from Longyuan, there were also the two provinces of Longxi and Longnan.
After three years of severe drought in the three provinces of Longyuan, with countless bandits sweeping through, the population had been cut by more than half. But even now, the three provinces together still had nearly ten million people.
If they wanted to completely solve the problems of the three provinces of Longyuan, Chongshan Town and Beiyuan Town would still have to endure several years of bitter days.
This was originally not their responsibility, but now they had no one to rely on and could only do it themselves. They couldn't very well watch helplessly as the remaining common people of the three