In leap July, the weather is even more boring, but fortunately, the fields in Liuhe County have been sown. Relying on the water, facing the river, the ditch was turned over for a long time, although it did not rain for twenty years, but the irrigation did not have to worry too much.

Jiangnan water town, this is another convenience.

The Holy Decree is that Yang Su is the prince and the teacher, Yang Xiong is the prince and the prince, and Yang Hong is the prince and the prince, and the emperor is graceful and has a high reputation. But it's just a high prestige, and the three of them are regarded as mascots and hung high.

Although they have the power to participate in the discussion of politics, they only have the right to participate in suggestions, and they cannot do the same thing.

Far outside the south of the Yangtze River, although the turmoil in the Beijing division is large, it cannot be swept up by Chen Ping in Liuhe County.

The rules and regulations were issued two days ago, so that Liu Yuqing was familiar with them, and the site selection of the township school was also completed, and Chen Yuanliang was dealing with it. As a county magistrate, Chen Ping was idle for a while.

After dealing with a dispute over the encroachment of residential land in a neighborhood garden, Chen Ping returned to the backyard of the county government, which made Chen Ping sigh that the power of the county order is actually quite large, and the judiciary and administration are in one hand.

Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes and silver.

"Xing'er, take out the bow and arrow from my room." Chen Ping commanded.

At the other end of the courtyard, in front of the plastered and slightly peeling wall, there stood a human-shaped straw handle, taking the bow and arrow from Xing'er's hand, Chen Ping flicked the wrench on his thumb, and put the bow on the arrow.

Leaning sideways slightly, moving his arms, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the messy grass head in front of him, and stabilizing the ups and downs of his chest, Chen Ping's eyelids rose suddenly.

Loose fingers, strings moved, and clusters of bladed arrows flew straight out, with a sharp whistling sound, piercing through the straw man's head, and a few broken straw rods cut down, drunken and twisted.

"Brother Ping, after you finish processing the official documents every day, you come here to practice archery, and you get up so early, aren't you tired? The slave looked at Brother Ping, you sometimes frowned, even when you fell asleep, would you be very tired to be a county magistrate? Apricot hugged a chair and swayed into the courtyard.

took another long arrow, put it on the bowstring, his eyes narrowed, Chen Ping rebuked softly: "Didn't I tell you, when there is no one, you call me Brother Ping, and don't call yourself a slave again, I, Xing'er, it's okay, the word slave and maid...... It's too eye-catching. ”

With a pop, the arrow plunged into the straw man's head again, and continued with undiminished force, leaving only the tail feathers, and the iron tuft bit a hole in the wall.

In the wall behind the straw, such small holes are densely packed, like pastries after being bitten by swarms of mosquitoes, and the potholes are uneven.

"Slave...... I know. "Xing'er Nuonuo's way, the voice is not loud, like a thief.

The words brand, slave and maid, are not only titles, but more importantly, accompanied by the environment of the county government, accompanied by more than ten years and thousands of days and nights, the sound of the title is imprinted in the depths of the souls of Xing'er and others.

Brother Ping, she may be able to shout out, but let him go to the word slave, but he looks panicked and purified. The two words that are integrated into the bones, rashly go, are like breaking the master's precious porcelain bottle, afraid, fearful, and have nothing to rely on.

If he is really abandoned by his master like this, where is there any place to stay? The outside world is novel and interesting, Xing'er often wants to go, but it is only a short lingering, I really want to go to the foundation of the county government, just like the kite with a broken string, I am afraid that it will fall and fall to pieces.

Brother Ping, Xing'er can feel that she is different, this is the grace of the county order, just like the words, it is glory, and her heart is happy. But a slave is a slave and a slave, no matter how close they are to their masters, they must not mess up the identity of several generations.

Attached to the county government, Xing'er takes this as her home, and the identity of the slave can make her stand in the middle, often claiming to herself, and always reminding, hinting, and hypnotizing.

Looking at the words and looks, in this county office, Xing'er should have learned to hide her joy and anger, but the place is smaller after all, and the complexity inside has not yet reached the level of breeding palace buckets, and the changes in Xing'er's complexion are all in Chen Ping's eyes.

sighed silently, with no distractions for Xing'er Chen Ping, a little sympathy, and a hint of experimentation, but obviously, the result was not so satisfactory. A little girl can't take it, how can she convince more people?

Simmering soup, this matter needs to be slow, in a hurry, Chen Ping closed his eyes, rubbing his eyelids: "You don't need to collect the bow and arrows, just put them there, you don't have to wait tonight, rest early." ”

"Oh." A little aggrieved, the mist in Xing'er's eyes was overflowing, and she must have been annoyed by the county order.

Chen Ping is not angry with a teenage girl, although he himself looks like he is only a teenager, looking up at the fiery clouds in the west, dyeing the sky in the west, and the sun is shining.

After eating the food sent by Xing'er at the county office, Chen Ping carried a bow and arrow, stepped on a pot of quivers, led a horse, went out of the county office, circled around the county several times, and turned over his horse when he arrived at the city gate and went north.

The post road is wide, there are not many pedestrians, Chen Ping loosened the reins all the way, the fast horse galloped, the quiver on his waist touched the saddle, and the unquenched heat leaked out of the soil under the squeeze of the horse's hooves, and caressed Chen Ping's face with the evening breeze.

The ancient road, the west wind, the thin horse, there is really a trace of artistic conception, thinking of what he is going to do next, Chen Ping inevitably can't help it, and roars loudly.

At the beginning of the soul recovery, along the way, the prophet took advantage of Yang Guang's character flaws to make a villain's trick, relying on Xiangrui to be promoted to the county commander. It seems simple, but the pressure in Chen Ping's heart is like a taut bowstring.

The experience of later generations, separated by more than 1,000 years, has its own advanced points, but this is like a giant ship sailing in an unfamiliar sea, although it is an iron body and steel shell, but if you are not careful, negligently, you can also destroy the ship and kill people.

In the north of Liuhe County, facing Yongfu County, the post road has broken through the hill of 100 zhang high, the north of the mountain belongs to Yongfu County, the south of the mountain belongs to Liuhe County, there is a post at the junction, this place called Qinlan Station belongs to Yongfu County.

Chen Ping did not have a document to bear, and he was the head of a county, so he was not allowed to leave the county border for no reason, so he stopped in an ordinary shop in the south of Qinlanyi, which belongs to Liuhe County.

The shop is not big, with a thatched roof, and there are three wooden tables inside, which are uneven, and there are no diners next to them, and the village man in his forties is sitting on a chair boredly, and his hands on the wooden table press the linen cloth, occasionally shaking and wiping twice.

This shop is a little off, and now the state has levied forced labor, and there are few pedestrians on the post road, except for a few villagers who come in to beg for water, there is no one else.

On this day, there was no money again. It is said that the world is peaceful, but it is really difficult to make some money with this money. At the beginning, it was better not to sell the field, even if it was a one-year-old to plant rice, it could also be exchanged for some silver, so that it would not be like this, guarding an empty shop, and if it went on like this, sooner or later it would starve to death.

I don't know when the conscription will be over, and thinking of the son who went to dig the ditch, Qin solemnly sighed.

With a heavy heart, ignoring the neighing of horses outside the door, Qin Long raised his head, his worried brows immediately relaxed, and greeted him with a smile: "Guest officer, do you want to stay, or eat some food?" ”

"Tell me what you have to eat." The reins were handed out, and Chen Ping glanced at the store, although the tables and chairs were old, they were still clean, and it was rare to be near the post road. (To be continued.) )