Standing in place, looking at Guo Fang, Cheng Gang, and Wei Huan as they rode away, Jiang Long was stunned for a moment and turned around and walked into a guest room of the inn.

Tudu, Gunty Bak, and Qin Yu stood guard at the door.

The other four Jingfu guards packed their bags.

Then they were left to make their own journey.

It should be estimated that it should be possible to travel in two days.

Coming to the guest room and sitting at the table, Jiang Long spread out the snow-white rice paper.

The hand is working on the ink, and the brain is thinking about how to write.

Since he has made friends with Guo Fang and others, he naturally wants to give a few people a big gift.

Besides, he just formed an alliance with King Xin, and let the middle-aged eunuch get a light by the way, which can be regarded as a gesture of goodwill.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Long put his left hand on his sleeve and his right hand and put down the pen like a fly.

In a short time, three pages were full.

Putting down the brush, Jiang Long read it carefully again, and saw that the article was impassioned, the words were gorgeous, and it was actually a splendid article, so he was very satisfied with drying the ink and folding it gently.

Walk out of the inn and hand it over to Tudu.

"Send it back to the house as soon as possible." Jiang Long commanded softly.

"Yes!" Tudu bowed in response, and strode away.

After resting for a while at the inn and supplying enough daily necessities, Jiang Long and the others set off again and went straight to the direction of Lingtong County.

After walking here, it became more and more desolate, and it took a long time to walk before you came across a place where people lived.

And even if you encounter a village, it is difficult to replenish water.

It is not that there are no big rivers in northern Xinjiang, the terrain here is high, and the river water flows all the way to the east, but there are very few small rivers, and it is difficult to dig wells, unlike some places that can dig down a random place, and the water will definitely be dug out if it is not more than three or five meters.

There are many places that rely on the sky to eat, God gives face, the luck is good enough, and a few more rains can lead to a bumper harvest.

And if there is a drought, there will be no harvest.

This is also the reason why grain prices in northern Xinjiang are higher than in other places.

Along the way, Jianglong met several villages, and the people were all poor.

And they all dig water kilns, rain and snow to store some water, they don't talk about bathing on weekdays, even washing their faces have to wait for several days.

Hou Jiang sent another letter.

It was written by three scribes, detailing the folk customs, environment, and living conditions of the people in northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Long has seen it, and he has compared it along the way.

It is also written that these poor villages will not even come to rob horse bandits, and even if they are invaded by foreign races, they will not specifically deal with these people, and these people themselves have not read books, do not understand things, and do not have a clear concept of the state.

Who will be the emperor of the Great Qi River, and what does it matter to them?

Even if Daqi was overthrown by foreign races in northern Xinjiang, it would not affect their lives.

In the letters, there is some dissatisfaction with these people.

However, Jiang Long didn't care, the imperial court couldn't help these people, their lives were difficult, and the alien races in the northern Xinjiang would never hurt them, so why did they have to be loyal to Daqi?

The emperor is the Son of Heaven?

The world should have been the emperor's?

These are just nonsense made up by the royal family in order to consolidate the country.

With Jiang Long's experience, he naturally sees it clearly and thoroughly.

In short, if you want to be supported by the people, you have to bring them tangible benefits.

Patches of dwarf weeds grew on the barren ground, and since it was not yet summer, the weeds had not yet grown.

Before Jiang Long left Beijing, he promised to give Mrs. Jing, who missed the scenery of northern Xinjiang, a picture of the Jingjing grassland.

But now is clearly not the time to put pen to paper.

There is a saying that it is not unreasonable to say that poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people.

Many people have no concept of the state, ignore the imperial court, are afraid of being poor and hungry, and naturally want to grab money and food when they see it.

They will not be reasonable.

It's a robbery!

The one who robbed you is theirs.

Perhaps, in their opinion, this is not called robbery, but taking, because everyone has the same idea.

In fact, the imperial court does not have any binding power on such places.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, how to manage?

And so poor!

The input far outweighs the harvest.

It is not worth the imperial court to invest a lot of manpower and material resources in such a place.

Jiang Long will not be polite to those robbers, seeing those people's red eyes and murderous appearance, he knows that it is not a good thing, it should not be robbed once or twice, who can guarantee that these people are not burdened with human lives?

Even if it doesn't, it can be prevented.

lest the aftermath be killed.

They were all small bandits, more than two dozen or so, and only a few less, with sticks in their hands.

Screaming in the mouth.

Jiang Long took Tudu and the others to step forward directly, killed the leader, and beat the rest to cripples.

It was only two days away, and dozens of such small waves of robbers were encountered.

Northern Xinjiang is indeed very unsafe.

Only the larger towns were better, with strict control by court officials and garrisoned by troops.

In fact, the army here is all iron-blooded and never merciless, so the army has a strong deterrent power in the hearts of the local people.

Lingtong County is located in Wangsha County, Xianzhou.

In the northernmost part of Wangsha County, it borders almost the border.

Jiang Long led everyone all the way, saw it with his own eyes, and coupled with the introduction in the letter of the three scribes, he finally had a general understanding of the customs and features of northern Xinjiang.

In the afternoon, Jiang Long and others stepped into the boundary of Lingtong County.

Because he has to serve here, Jiang Long observes this place more carefully.

There is nothing else out of the ordinary, but near the county seat of Lingtong, Jianglong sees a wide river.

The river was surging and turbulent, and Jiang Long rode his horse to the edge of the cliff, and finally had a smile on his face.

Since you have come to work, you have to do something.

Originally, he had always frowned, but seeing this river, at least it means that there is no shortage of water here, which is good news.

As long as there is no shortage of water, food crops can be grown and animal husbandry can be developed.

As long as it is done well, it is not a problem to keep the people here well fed and clothed.

Jumping off the back of the snowy field and gently patting the horse's rump, it went to graze on its own.

Jiang Long took a few steps forward, squatted down and pinched a handful of soil with his hands, and gently rubbed it between his fingers.

He spread out his palms and looked at it, and then threw it away.

Qin Yu also let Hei Rui go to the side to play, and among everyone's mounts, only Hei Rui dared to get closer to the snow field.

Unfortunately, both horses are male.

"Little Master, what are you looking at?" Qin Yu stepped forward and asked curiously.

Jiang Long stood up, looked around, and replied, "I'll check the soil quality here and what kind of food crops are suitable for planting." ”

"It's so desolate here, and you haven't grown food before, right?" Qin Yu was stunned.

Underground, weeds grow and there are no signs of development.

"Just because you didn't have it before doesn't mean you can't plant it." Jiang Long smiled faintly.

Tudu stepped forward at this time, he was born in the northern Xinjiang alien race, and naturally knew more about this place, when he was in Jingfu, Qi Qide talked to the tribesmen about the scenery of his hometown.

No matter how good it is outside, it is not as good as home!

When Qi Qide mentioned the prairie, he was full of sighs and nostalgia!

"There is a shortage of water in northern Xinjiang!" He pointed out where the biggest difficulty lies.

Except for Jiang Long, everyone else in the group was covered with wind and dust, because they wanted to save water, so even if the wind and sand were strong, they didn't dare to wash their faces casually.

Jiang Long Haha smiled and raised his chin to point in the direction of the river, "Isn't that water enough?" ”

The name of the river was Hun, and it was written in the letters of the three scribes.

Most of the soil in the northern part of the country is loose, and it is easy to be washed down by the river, so that the river water is turbid, which is the reason for the name.

Can the water of the Hunhe River also be used?

Everyone else looked at each other.

In Jianglong's previous life, I don't know how many artificial rivers were dug.

All you need to do is find a suitable excavation site on the bank of the river.

Of course, large rivers cannot be easily opened, otherwise there will be endless disasters, and this must be carefully surveyed in advance.

Jiang Long looked around, and looked at the nearby terrain seriously.

Endless.

Found in the periphery of Lingtong County, almost plain, only a few places are hilly.

If it can really be developed, it may become a granary in northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Long took a deep breath, as soon as he arrived, he had already found the direction of development.

Whistling and summoning the snowfield, Jiang Long jumped on horseback.

Everyone sped up their horses and galloped in the direction of Lingtong County.

Although the county seat could be seen from a distance, the real distance was still relatively far, and the horses marched for half an hour before coming to the city gate.

Jiang Long stopped his horse and looked at the county seat from a distance of more than ten zhang.

At the gates of the city, several soldiers leaned against the walls to guard them, but all of them were listless.

Very few people entered the city.

The city wall is made of earthy yellow stone bricks, very rough, wide gaps, as long as there is a little skill, can climb up with bare hands, if there is a foreign army attacking, then it is very unfavorable for the side of the Daqi soldiers defending the city.

Moreover, the city wall is badly weathered, and it is only less than two feet high.

The gate was made of thick wooden planks wrapped in iron sheets, which were so thin that they had already been rusted after the wind and rain.

Black and yellow wood is exposed in many places.

Dilapidated, desolate, and in disrepair, it is the same as what was written in the letters of the three scribes.

The sergeants guarding the city gate slowly cheered up when they saw Jiang Long and the others.

Jiang Long and the others are all riding high-headed horses, and they are not ordinary people at first glance.

And to enter the city, you have to charge a city gate fee.

If they can ask for a few more money, they can have a meal in the evening.

It's just a pity that they haven't opened their mouths yet, and Tudu has already rushed up to show their identity.

Hearing that it was the newly appointed county commander who had arrived, the sergeants did not dare to slack off, and immediately sent a person into the city to report.

Jiang Long led everyone to ride into the city, and only then did he see some people.

The outside is too barren, and blending into the crowd can be regarded as fireworks.

After a while, I came to the main street and saw many vendors setting up stalls, mainly selling furs.

And there are a lot of exotic faces in it.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Suddenly, there was a shout in front of him, and then several officials wearing Yamen soap clothes ran all the way over.

"You're the new county magistrate, Lord Jing, right?" When an official came to the front, he bent down and asked Jiang Long, who was sitting on a horse.

The official Wendi newspaper of the imperial court naturally arrived before Jiang Long.

Jiang Long nodded slightly.