Chapter 1 Tiantai County

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In Southern Qin, on the outskirts of Tiantai County, a scribe wearing plain clothes and a short beard hurriedly ran to Jiang Lan, who was farming in the fields.

"Boss, the secret outpost outside the city reported that a caravan came here more than ten miles away, and it seems that it is coming for us!"

"There is no sign of our county on the caravan, it should not be my own person, do you want to ......?"

This scribe seems to be elegant, but this opening is full of arrogance, as if this is not the first time to do this kind of thing.

Jiang Lan frowned slightly when he heard this, and sighed helplessly in front of the scribe.

"Lao Wang, we are serious people now, don't think about doing this kind of knife licking blood for a living."

"This seems to be an impostor, but in fact it is a shame!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Lan also crossed over to this place in a daze, and in order to escape the war, he could only flee with a group of displaced people.

Tiantai County happens to be on the border of Nanqin and Xiliang, but it is somewhat remote, and most of the people in the county have fled to other places, leaving only dozens of old and young people.

The most outrageous thing is that before the end of the war, the county order and the main book of Tiantai County both fled, and the people of this county were thrown away!

There is no youth in the village, the fields are barren and there is no production capacity, and a fragrant dumpling has become horse manure that no one looks down on on the roadside.

In desperation, Jiang Lan had no choice but to exchange the refugees' belongings for the last food in the village, so that the refugees could eat enough and do a bandit job.

It happened that there were traces of a grain transport team from Beiyan on the border at that time, and everyone could only fight hard to survive, and after many people died, they finally snatched these military rations and war horses.

This deed is indeed a bit inferior, but in order to survive, Jiang Lan and these refugees have already turned red-eyed.

After plowing the barren fields with war horses, Jiang Lan personally led people to other places to sell these war horses of Beiyan, which was the first pot of gold.

Three years later, the war between Southern Qin and Northern Yan was suspended, and there was no longer any war on the border, and Jiang Lan's life was much better.

The rebuilding of the yamen, the construction of new houses, and the fact that many refugees have been brought in by coaxing and deception in the past three years, the population of Tiantai County has also increased a lot.

From the time when an almost barren small county town was restored to the current extent by such despicable means, Jiang Lan has long become a god in the hearts of the people of Tiantai County.

This is such a small county town, Jiang Lan's name is even better than that of the Southern Qin Emperor Lao Tzu!

But the price is that Jiang Lan's style of doing things back then invisibly distorted the atmosphere of many people, so that the people in the county government often have a gangster in their words, and they are not at all like ordinary officials

"The boss is right, it's me who lost my words, lost my words!"

After admitting it with a sneer, the scribe also patted his lips in a humble way to indicate that he had said the wrong thing.

"There's another thing, I heard from the workers in Linxian County that our Royal Highness the princess of Daqin seems to have lost ......."

After admitting it with a sneer, the scribe also patted his lips in a humble way to indicate that he had said the wrong thing.

But the reply he received from his subsequent words almost made the scribe named Wang Yuan kneel down directly.

"If you lose it, you lose it, it's not once or twice......"

"Anyway, in the end, every time he loses it, he can always get it back, can the daughter of his winning family still run to our poor country?"

Jiang Lan pursed his lips without being salty, he was more interested in this foreign merchant than the princess.

Most of the news circulating outside and the goods on the market are exchanged through these merchants, and even Jiang Lan has to pay some attention to these traders.

Wang Yuan took the wooden pickaxe in Jiang Lan's hand with a little fresh mud on his face, but found that the county magistrate had already gone far.

"Go to the yamen and send a few people to plow this land for me, I will be of great use."

"You go back to the yamen with me to arrange the arrangement, this golden goose that finally came to us has to see how the eggs are laid!"

……

"Princess, this Tiantai County is the last big county on the edge of our Qin Kingdom, let's go back after shopping......"

Yan'er sat in the carriage with her hands held her hands a little timidly, looking at the quirky little girl in front of her, who was two years younger than herself, with a sad look on her face.

Although the little girl in front of her was paying attention to the window, some cunning flashed in her eyes from time to time, and it was clear that she was not a good clean-up.

"What's over, aren't there still a lot of places to visit in the north?"

"Stay in this Tiantai County for two days, let's continue north!"

With the truce between the two countries a year ago, the border is naturally much more peaceful than before, but the Northern Yan, which is called the Northern Barbarian by Southern Qin, still has people who plunder people and caravans around the border from time to time.

But these little things are unknown to Princess Ying Rouyue, who grew up in the deep palace, as a princess who escaped from the deep palace for many days, since sooner or later she will be arrested back, then it is natural to visit all the fun places before that!

"Xiang ...... Northward? ”

The maid Yan'er was so frightened when she heard this, that she thought she had heard it wrong, and her face was shocked.

The old man in the palace made up the things about Beiyan eating people to scare these little guys, and in Yan'er's heart, the Northern Barbarian was the most terrifying thing in the world.

Before she could dissuade her, a rather calm male voice outside the car instantly reassured her.

"Princess, after Tiantai County is the boundary of Beiyan, although I promised to take you out, but you can't go out of my Qin country!"

Ying Rouyue snorted: "You Mengshan is the youngest guard with a knife in front of the emperor, but you are not as bold as this princess, and you are not ashamed?" ”

"If you're worried about manpower, then borrow someone from Linxian, even my father can't stop me where I want to go, what is Beiyan."

As soon as the words fell, the carriage that was still moving suddenly came to a slow stop, and soon the entire convoy stopped on the official road.

There was no sense of bumps, Ying Rouyue frowned, and the maid next to her hurriedly poked her head out of the carriage and asked, "Meng Guard, why did this car stop?" ”

But when the maid looked at Meng Shan, who was dressed in a black robe, with a surprised gaze, she saw that the official road in front of her was no longer a dirt road, but was paved with stone bricks!

The carriage happened to stop at the junction of the mud and rocks, and being able to see this situation on the official road in this mountain made even the imperial guard Mengshan a little confused.

"The official road here, how can there be such a road?"

Yan'er's eyes widened and she obviously couldn't understand it, if this kind of scene was in the imperial city, she might still be able to see it, but this official road in the deep mountains and old forests is simply more disobedient and disobedient!

Compared with Yan'er's surprise, Mengshan obviously cared more about why this little-known small county could build such a strange road.

"Instead of being stunned here, let's go into the city and have a look......"

When the two looked at each other, Ying Rouyue, who had been sitting in the car, also poked her head out, and although her face was not obvious when she saw this scene, her heart was full of brilliance.

"It's interesting to be able to make this kind of scenery in this poor place with bad mountains and bad waters."

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