Luo Ren opened the two documents and, looking at their contents, did not feel surprised but merely asked, "Are you going to relocate the people right now?"
The resettlement of refugees from Liaodong in Chongshan Town was already common knowledge at court, especially since Emperor Yanping allocated one million Silver pieces to Chongshan Town, which, even if this sum was from his private funds, still necessitated an explanation to the officials at court.
"Yes, we plan to receive a small number of refugees for resettlement first," Song Ying said with a smile.
"How many do you plan to accept?"
"Thirty to fifty thousand!"
Luo Ren's eyes lit up. There were almost forty to fifty thousand refugees currently gathered on the official road south of the Dongyang Prefecture city. If these refugees could be moved to Chongshan Town, it would help him resolve a big problem.
"What do you need us to do?"
