Thanks to the system of the previous Great Chen Dynasty, as long as you follow the four-meter-wide village road and rush into the two-meter-wide village road without curiosity, you will never get lost.

With the horse under his crotch, Zhang Zhongjun rushed to Nanlin Town in the afternoon.

It wasn't until he saw this town that Zhang Zhongjun understood why Nanlin Town was called the poorest town in Zijin County, because it was not so much a town as a village.

A circle of wooden fences encloses a mountain pack that radiates to a small river to form a gathering place.

The town is surrounded by farmland, but one in the east and one in the west, and you have never seen a whole field in sight, and there is sand on both sides of the river, and there is a rocky beach on the sandy land, which cannot be regarded as a paddy field at all.

But as far as the eye can see, except for the town and the river, which is a spacious clearing, the rest of the place is full of frighteningly dense mountain forests, and there are few people busy working in the fields, and more are lumberjacks who shout and drag big trees out of the dense forest.

Looking up, there is only one on the second floor of the town in the middle of the hillside, and looking at the style, it goes without saying that it is the town office. The others were all simple bungalows of mud brick and wooden planks.

There are not a few shops in the town, but there are several lumber mills along the edge of the town's fence, and you can even see a lot of timber tied up and dragged into the river as a raft, ready to accumulate to a certain extent, and then carry it down the river.

Zhang Zhongjun had read the map, and this stretch stretched for 100 miles to reach Huangwu Town, Shanzhou Prefecture, and as for Mao to reach Huangwu Town, because there was a Huangwu Forest Farm there, and timber within a radius of hundreds of miles was sold there.

And if you don't take this waterway to reach the boundary of the outer province, the timber in Nanlin Town will not be able to go out at all. And Nanlin Town can't support itself by digging in the soil, and must rely on wood to make a living, in addition to wood, that is, some medicinal materials can also be exchanged for some money, but not everyone can find medicinal materials.

Therefore, don't look at Nanlin Town, which belongs to Zijin County and belongs to the sphere of influence of Fengwutang, but because of economic problems, Nanlin Town is biased towards Shanzhou Prefecture, especially the Sanyun Gang that controls Huangwu Forest Farm!

If you don't want to be biased, you can't do it, the Sanyun Gang will not accept the timber in Nanlin Town as soon as they give an order, and most of the people in Nanlin Town will starve to death! As for the question of survival, it is no wonder that they will be biased towards the Sanyun Gang in other places.

It's just because the road is difficult and the distance is too far, and the economy is so poor that people shake their heads, the Three Luck Gang doesn't care about the belonging of a town at all, so that Fengwutang can bring Nanlin Town into its sphere of influence.

It can even be said that many of these remote towns are forced to obey the jurisdiction of a certain force in desperation, even if they have a goal in their hearts that they want to be loyal to and take refuge, but they don't accept it, so they can only be helplessly ruled by the forces they worship without bringing them any benefits. Life is sometimes so helpless.

It is estimated that it is also because of this, so Zhang Zhongjun has been at this intersection for a while, and there are hundreds of lumberjacks passing by, but no one greets him, and no one from the town office came to visit.

Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help frowning, damn it, isn't it a ticket of officials with a retinue that has been here for a month? Why does this Nanlin Town not feel like a water forest district office at all?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhongjun rode his horse and trotted directly towards the town office.

His official uniform was not useless, at least the two townsmen who guarded the town gate just turned their heads away when they saw him, and let him ride in when they didn't see it.

Zhang Zhongjun didn't bother to bother with the soldiers, and went directly to the town office in the center of the town, with a plaque of "Nanlin Town Office" hanging on it, but the plaque of "Shuilin District Office" could not be seen.

Zhang Zhongjun was a little puzzled, according to the order in the Li Mansion had been issued early, why couldn't Nanlin Town see the meaning of establishing a district government at all?

Zhang Zhongjun first looked left and right on horseback, and the shops and pedestrians all looked at him with a somewhat blank expression, as if he, an eight-rank official, was no different from ordinary passers-by.

Zhang Zhongjun frowned, turned over and dismounted, and strode in with his package.

In the town office, several clerks are crackling and calculating, desperately writing something, a middle-aged man who looks like a landlord and old wealth, sitting on the side smoking a hookah with a comfortable face.

Seeing Zhang Zhongjun come in, everyone's movements stopped, and the clerks subconsciously stood up, but their eyes looked at the local tyrant in unison.

And this local tyrant first glanced at Zhang Zhongjun, then slowly poked the cigarette holder with a bamboo stick, then took a puff, slowly spit it out, and also cocked Erlang's legs, looking like he didn't see Zhang Zhongjun at all.

When those clerks saw this, they didn't dare to sit or go, so they could only bury their heads in their arms.

When Zhang Zhongjun saw this, he didn't understand that the people in Nanlin Town didn't welcome him. It's just that there are more than a dozen officials in the front station of the vote, and there are more than a dozen officials with their entourage, as well as the same fifty or sixty officials and patrolmen, there are hundreds of people, how can they all take root in this Nanlin Town, but none of them are here, what's going on?

Zhang Zhongjun didn't bother to study these in detail, so he turned around and left, and the laughter from behind him would not stop him at all.

Zhang Zhongjun, who left the town office, looked left and right, and led the horse directly to a gold and silver shop not far away, which not only bought and sold gold and silver jewelry, but also shouldered the function of a money shop.

Zhang Zhongjun walked in with a grin, and the guy who originally subconsciously wanted to greet him couldn't help but hesitate when he saw Zhang Zhongjun's official uniform, and finally lowered his head and shrank in the corner without moving.

Zhang Zhongjun ignored these, and directly slapped ten taels of silver tickets on the counter: "Give me all the money to exchange for copper coins!"

The manager of the counter deliberately lowered his head and was busy with the account book after seeing Zhang Zhongjun again, but after Zhang Zhongjun took out the silver ticket, he hesitated.

In the end, he was helpless to pick up the silver ticket to check, seeing this scene, Zhang Zhongjun smiled, as a money shop, he may dare to ignore or be hostile to someone because of his position, but he definitely dare not ignore or be hostile to the existence of the silver ticket!

You must know that the issuance of silver tickets is jointly issued by the big silver number in the eighteen provinces, any one is the largest snake in a province, the following money shop no matter who takes the silver ticket to exchange, as long as the silver ticket is not fake, it must be exchanged, if it is not exchanged, it is no different from looking for death.

The shopkeeper carefully checked the ticket list repeatedly, naturally it was impossible to fake, and he didn't dare to say it with a conscience, he could only shout: "Snowflake silver 100 taels of silver tickets, 10 taels of exchange fees, 90 copper coins!"