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After a long while, Jiang Yuzhu replied slowly: "You have a wound on your hand. Although the blood drips slowly, it won't last for a few hours. You will die in despair because the blood has dried up. Before that, you Everyone has a chance to explain.”

Sanniang must be claustrophobic and can't hold on for long.

After Xie Zhao took Jiang Yuzhu to have a meal and inspected the trophies in Longhu Mountain, about an hour later, his subordinates came back to report: "Madam, you still have something to do, Sanniang has told me!"

In the woodshed, Sanniang's psychological defense was broken, and she cried out in a broken voice: "The master never shows his face, I don't know his identity!"

"The master is in the capital and holds the handle of the officials in the capital to achieve control."

Currently, her master is in contact with Chief Wei.

Sanniang's task is to purchase grain and grass and secretly support Manzi.

As for the people under the master, apart from the hidden connections in business, the rest of Sanniang is also unknown.

Leave it to your subordinates to finish, and before sunset, the large group of people will leave the city and rush on their way.

Master Mi agreed to transport grain and grass, and Xie Zhao discussed with Jiang Yuzhu, used part of the money to buy cotton wool and other items, and transported the goods to the north through a caravan.

It was more than a month after leaving Beijing, and by late September, the large team had just completed half of the journey.

The further north you go, the stronger the autumn mood becomes.

The mountains on both sides of the official road are full of fallen leaves and yellow branches, falling on the clear springs in the mountains.

"I'm passing through town tomorrow. It's time to change into thick bedding."

The sun is not too bright at noon, and there is a cool breeze in the mountains and fields.

The carriage window was opened for ventilation, and Xie Zhao covered Jiang Yuzhu with a thin quilt.

Leaning against the car wall, Jiang Yuzhu could see the fiery red maple leaves in the mountains through the car window, and her heart suddenly became enlightened.

She smiled and said: "Sleeping in the wilderness at night, why don't we eat some hot and sour noodles to keep warm?"

After taking a sip of the hot and sour soup, Jiang Yuzhu broke into a slight sweat. Jiang Yuzhu missed the feeling of pleasure.

Xie Zhao flipped through the booklet and said, "Okay."

After waiting for a few days for the group to pass through the Sangui Zone, they can arrive at Lingcheng.

A large group of people pulled the stones and sent them to Lingcheng. In exchange for the money, they purchased a sum of military supplies and brought them to the north.

"Once we pass Lingcheng, the obstacles will be much smaller."

It has been calm recently, but Xie Zhao has become more defensive, often hiding undercurrents under the calm.

When passing through the city during this period, not only must you prepare thick bedding, but you must also make a coat in advance.

The situation in the Northland was difficult, and refugees appeared in twos and threes on the official roads.

The refugees couldn't bear the war, so they dragged their families to the south to find relatives.

Some refugees would rather go hungry than seek help.

Jiang Yuzhu passed by and saw that the little boy was so hungry that he had a handful of bones, so he couldn't help but give him some food.

"The adults are hungry for a few meals and rely on wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger. The little kid will not be hungry."

Everyone was not homeless, but went out on their own initiative, and there was no robbery.

Even if he is very hungry, he still maintains his last rationality.

From the conversation with the refugees, Jiang Yuzhu couldn't help but worry: "No wonder there have been several beacon fires. I didn't expect that the military supplies in the camp in the north of the city were so short."

When the people left their hometowns, they couldn't take away anything heavy, so most of the bedding, coats, and even food were donated to the soldiers.

The food and grass from the court never arrived, so the people in the city relied on donations of rations.

The camp in the north of the city could not pay out the pension, so the Mo family struggled to support the expenses.

"Madam, rest assured, the first batch of food and grass has been delivered."

It was precisely with this in mind that Xie Zhao chose to waste time on the road.

The caravans he sent in advance have already gathered in the north and transported grain and grass to the camp in the north of the city to meet the urgent need.

"In the winter, there is no harvest, and we all rely on food and grass to support us."

Jiang Yuzhu couldn't help but look worried. Since she left Beijing, she didn't receive any letters from her second brother Jiang Huaiqing on the way.

With the second brother's temperament, he will definitely go to the battlefield.

Did you get hurt?

As long as Jiang Yuzhu thought about it carefully, she would be so irritable that she couldn't sleep. She wished she could go to Beidi immediately to find out.

For the sake of her second brother, she had to use her ill-gotten gains to fill the gap in military supplies.

The couple chatted for a while, and Hongli stood under the carriage and said: "Madam, a group of villagers have appeared on the official road ahead, saying that they want to ask the imperial envoy to make the decision!"

A hundred or so people came up the official road, directly blocking the way of the large group of people.

Xie Zhao took Jiang Yuzhu to the front to check, and saw that the leader was an old man with gray hair.

The old man was over sixty years old and relied on strong laborers from the village to help him walk. When he saw Xie Zhao appearing, his cloudy eyes lit up.

"Is this Mr. Xie in front of you?"

The old man trembled slightly, in disbelief.

The villagers in their village had been waiting day and night for more than ten days when they heard that the imperial envoy was going to the north and passing by the official road.

Wait until tomorrow, which happens to be the ultimatum from the government.

Mr. Xie will definitely be the savior of all the villagers!

The old man prepared to kneel down respectfully, but was lifted up by Xie Zhao: "Old man, I am the imperial envoy who was passing by."

"Great, Sir Xie is here, we are saved!"

The villagers cheered and their excitement was palpable.

Jiang Yuzhu stood still and saw joy, excitement, and trust on the simple faces, and her emotions couldn't help but be lifted a little higher.

In the book, Xie Zhao never married again after the death of his original owner. He had no intention of loving his children, but devoted himself to government affairs.

In the past, Jiang Yuzhu still didn't understand, but now among the villagers, she has a deeper understanding of the value of Xie Zhao's existence.

In these days, people are not born equal. In the eyes of poor people, upright officials are their saviors.

Xie Zhao spoke calmly and said to the old man at the head: "Old man, as long as I can do it, I will definitely make the decision for you."

For Xie Zhao, it was just a simple task. His words were sincere and there was no excuse.

The old man felt relieved and explained his purpose: "Master Xie, the ancestors of the villagers in several surrounding villages have relied on this land to make a living."

After saying this, the old man's lips trembled and he wiped away tears.

"Old man, speak slowly."

Xie Zhao listened patiently and did not rush.

After a long while, the old man calmed down his emotions, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and revealed the truth: "Some time ago, someone from the government came to inform us that there are too many hills ahead, and they want to blow up the mountains to open a road."

After the mountain top is blasted, the surrounding roads are clear, and the flat and straight road can lead directly to the neighboring city.

The government came not to discuss matters, but to issue ultimatums.

Not only that, the fields close to the official road and the houses of the villagers must be occupied and demolished to pave the way for road construction.

"My son went to the Yamen to ask the county magistrate about compensation, but he was beaten twenty times and almost became disabled."

After the old man finished speaking, his eyes became even redder.

His son is a villager and should stand up for the villagers.

They wanted to send someone to discuss it, but to their surprise, the yamen didn't regard the villagers as human beings at all, and beat them up when they came up.

"On the top of that hill are the ancestral graves of several tribes. The government blew up the mountain and didn't give us time to move the graves. If it really exploded, how could the old man have the face to see his ancestors?"