Upon hearing this, everyone knelt down in a rush, "Greetings to Lord Zhao."
Zhao Hanzhang raised her hand to let everyone rise, carefully observing these refugees from Luoyang. Their clothes were tattered, faces wax yellow, and expressions numb.
Indeed, those with some assets either fled on their own or followed Prince East Sea. How would they stay in Luoyang?
Those left behind were those who couldn't leave.
Zhao Hanzhang sighed and said to them, "Spring has arrived; as the saying goes, a year's plan starts in spring. No matter how difficult it is, do not forget to farm. I will allocate a piece of land for you to cultivate, and provide you with seeds. This year's harvest will be yours in its entirety for settling down; the court will not take a single grain."
The crowd showed some change in their expressions but remained silently watching her. Zhao Hanzhang said, "I will give each household some relief grain, but how to live thereafter depends on yourselves."
