Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 373 - 275: Turmoil!

Whether it’s Zhao Yi’s previous life, or the Great Xia Dynasty in the Cultivation World, ordinary people are obsessed and greedy for land.

After receiving the unlimited land-grant permission personally acknowledged by Zhao Yi, the two villages of the white-haired old man and the dark-faced man almost without hesitation agreed to "migrate" to the New World.

People tend to have a herd mentality.

Originally hesitant and watching, the citizens saw someone taking the lead, fearing they’d miss good opportunities if they went late, so they quickly joined the migration group.

In just three days, Zhao Yi transferred more than ten million people, equivalent to his workload in the past month, almost comparable to the entire population of Shengjing City.

Zhao Yi’s Divine Soul was already exhausted, and after three consecutive days of intense work, he completely ran out of energy to continue.

Seeing this, Linglong decisively halted the migration process.

She ordered Huang Ying and Qing Feng to take Zhao Yi back to the Crown Prince’s Mansion to care for him, while instructing the out-of-town citizens who came to wait outside the temporary camps for one night, waiting for Zhao Yi to recover before continuing the migration.

Zhao Yi was indeed exhausted, but seeing Linglong organize everything neatly, he didn’t think much and returned to his sleeping chamber, where he immediately fell asleep.

After sleeping until noon the next day, Zhao Yi regained his energy, just preparing to go out to continue transferring the citizens when suddenly he heard cries of killing and wailing from afar.

Zhao Yi frowned slightly and loudly shouted, "Come here."

Huang Ying, who was waiting at the door of the sleeping chamber, heard the summons and quickly pushed the door open from outside.

Seeing Zhao Yi restored his energy, Huang Ying immediately breathed a sigh of relief and displayed a radiant smile on her face: "Master, do you want to eat something? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it!"

Zhao Yi waved his hand and turned to look in the direction the commotion was coming from, asking, "What’s the situation over there? Why are there screams?"

Huang Ying had already assigned someone to investigate. Hearing Zhao Yi’s inquiry, she replied without hesitation: "That’s a gang conflict. Lady Linglong said not to worry about it."

Gang conflict?

Zhao Yi was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a result, and frowned: "Why are they fighting? Aren’t they planning to leave?"

Huang Ying nodded: "Lady Linglong had people investigate. Those people indeed do not plan to leave. Those gang members are lazy and indulgent. Although you say they can go to the New World for unlimited land, they are not interested once they hear they have to work."

"Aren’t there monsters?" Zhao Yi asked, "Aren’t they afraid of dying if they don’t want to work?"

Huang Ying shook her head: "Those people don’t believe in monsters, or they do but rather gamble with luck believing compared to farming in the New World, they’ll prefer staying in the city."

Zhao Yi had anticipated this situation when deciding on the migration, so he didn’t say much, instead asking, "Then what are they doing fighting outside?"

Huang Ying explained: "They are robbing the homes of citizens who left Shengjing City!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately understood.

During the transfer, each person could only carry a limited number of items, aside from valuable items, there were many things that couldn’t be taken.

With the homeowners gone, the items that couldn’t be taken became ownerless, naturally attracting some to covet them.

Once things are snatched, violence would inevitably occur, leading to casualties.

Zhao Yi had been outside the city for the past two days, only now realizing this and asked, "During the transfer, did many people leave Shengjing City?"

Huang Ying shook her head: "Lady Linglong had people compile statistics, not many citizens left Shengjing City, only tens of thousands of households, mostly concentrated in the South City."

"So few?" Zhao Yi frowned immediately.

He wasn’t surprised South City had the most people leave.

Shengjing City’s four districts: North City is the Zhao family royal clan’s base, West City is where noble officials and aristocratic families gather, East City houses wealthy merchants.

South City is the most special, inhabited by laborers, brokers, prostitutes, small vendors from Shengjing City.

These people are not only the foundation that keeps the entire city running, but also the poorest in this giant city.

Shengjing City’s class structure has been fixed long ago, with common people having no upward mobility.

This was why when the venomous creatures came with Black Stripe and other alien beasts through South Gate, the whole city was in uproar.

After Great Xia purged the barbarians in three surrounding directions, there hasn’t been large-scale warfare for decades.

This meant the military achievements of Great Xia have become extremely valuable.

South City’s people have been at the bottom for too long. They desperately want to change their fate.

Therefore, upon realizing there’s no hope of ascending, they surely consider seeking opportunities elsewhere.

Zhao Yi knows the reason, believing after the New World migration edict is issued, South City’s citizens would swarm to the New World to claim land, for this is their closest chance in defying fate.

Unbeknownst to him, so much time had passed and South City had only a few ten thousand households leaving.

Even if calculated with four people per household, totaling less than two hundred thousand people, not even a fraction of the amount Zhao Yi transferred.

Seeing Zhao Yi’s expression, Huang Ying couldn’t help but say: "Master, though life isn’t great for South City’s people, this is only compared to the city’s noble officials; outside, they can be considered wealthy!"

"It’s precisely because ’better than some, worse than others’, they hesitate."

"Those farmers and craftsmen from outside have nothing to lose, pack up and might create a grand setting in the New World."

"South City’s people are different, some worked hard for a lifetime, barely saving a foundation, suddenly making them abandon everything to restart, even I couldn’t decide that easily."

Zhao Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded.

He’s heard people say this before.

However, the saying goes, ’Without perennial properties, one has no enduring mind.’

Though phrased differently, the meanings are essentially the same.

"Forget it, let them be....."

If time allowed, Zhao Yi might go to South City to describe the New World’s abundant conditions and the necessity of migrating there.

After all, these people have greatly contributed to Shengjing City’s prosperity and stability, now having benefits but not calling them or even watching them wait in a pit to die; Zhao Yi feels uneasy about this.

However, Zhao Yi is out of time.

The Nether Tree could descend at any moment; Sages from the Spirit Realm and Three Thousand Small Worlds eye the Cultivation World closely.

Zhao Yi can now only attempt his best to take all willing people away.

As for those unwilling to suffer or abandon current conditions, Zhao Yi is helpless.

Each minute wasted on those people, means fewer thousand or even tens of thousands willing to leave being taken, Zhao Yi calculates the numbers.

When Zhao Yi took people out, there was a house on fire on a distant street.

When he turned his head towards it, he saw dozens of gang-dressed idle men clamoring to extinguish it.

Zhao Yi paused in his steps, then headed towards Cuiping Lake without looking back.

Buddha couldn’t save the damned.

Let those who wish to die go!

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