In less than half an hour, all Nanping Prefecture knew that refugees were coming from outside the city.
The people were tacitly informed and hurried back home and locked the door tightly. In an instant, the streets became empty except for the patrol guards.
Yan Wanwan rode her horse and arrived at the city gate in an instant.
She did not hesitate and ordered straightforwardly: “Open the city gate!”
The yamen guarding the city was shocked when he saw her, and hurried forward to stop her, and said anxiously: “County lord, there are now refugees outside the city, so you must not go out!”
Yan Wanwan looked at the yamen guarding the main gate, and was quite helpless, so she pointed to the door on the other side and explained: “I asked you to open the small door.”
However, the yamen guarding the city was firm and responded firmly: “That’s not OK, it’s too dangerous!”
Faced with the other party’s tough rejection, Yan Wanwan had no choice but to retreat and climb the city tower.
She stood on the city tower and looked down, and saw a dense crowd of refugees.
They sat outside the city gate with crutches, making a pleading sound with breathlessness.
Yan Wanwan stood tall on the city tower, looking down at everything below from a high place. There was no slight wave on her cold face, and her eyes were as calm as the bottomless dark pool, without any movement.
Not long after, the prefect walked quickly and looked a little anxious. He gasped slightly, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat beads on his forehead, bowed and bowed, and said with a respectful and cautious tone: “Minister, the amount of grain in the granary has been counted. This is a detailed account book.”
As he spoke, he widened his eyes vigilantly, his eyes were like an eagle, and he glanced carefully at every small corner, not letting go of every subtle corner. After confirming that there were no suspicious people around, no one would eavesdrop on it, he slowly handed the account book in his hand to Yan Wanwan with both hands, his movements were gentle and cautious, as if the account book was a priceless treasure.
The prefect’s appearance, who was facing a great enemy and was afraid of hearing the wall, successfully made Yan Wanwan laugh.
I saw the corner of her mouth slightly rise, showing a faint smile, then lowered her head and opened the account book, quickly swept through the dense data on it. In just a moment, she had a clear plan in her heart.
“Half of the grain transferred out of the granary and transported it here immediately.”
Yan Wanwan issued an order directly with a calm tone but with unquestionable majesty.
Hearing this, the prefect’s face was filled with a blank look, his eyes were full of doubt and confusion.
He murmured in his heart: What’s wrong with the county lord? Didn’t we firmly oppose the rescue of refugees before? Why did you suddenly change your mind? What medicine is sold in this gourd?
His lips trembled slightly for a few times, and hesitated for a while, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. County Master, are you going to… share this food to those refugees?”
“That’s right.” Yan Wanwan’s answer was concise and clear, without any drag.
“But County Lord, didn’t you say you wouldn’t help these refugees before? Why now…” The prefect’s voice was filled with a hint of anxiety. He really couldn’t understand the county lord’s intentions, and the doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger like snowballs.
“I’m talking about not opening the city gate to rescue.” Yan Wanwan raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes showing a bit of unfathomableness.
The prefect frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead twisted into the word “chuan”. His brain was running rapidly, trying to understand the county lord’s words.
If you don’t open the city gate, how can you distribute food to refugees? Does the county lord have any unknown tricks?