Qi Haoran swallowed his saliva and recalled the information that Mu Shi had sent back the last time he returned. At that time, he had said that many Han people were looking for a way to escape to Great Zhou.
This might have been a good thing in the past, but in the face of a natural disaster, it was a terrible situation. If so many refugees fled to Xingzhou Prefecture, what would they use to feed them? If they didn't have sufficient food for them, wouldn't Great Zhou become embroiled in this riot?
The riots of the commoners were sometimes even more terrifying than the wars outside. As this thought flashed across his mind, Qi Haoran's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head to look at his big brother.
"What's wrong?" Qi Xiuyuan turned around and asked when he sensed his brother's movements.
Qi Haoran hurriedly shook his head. "It's nothing. Big Brother, continue."
