Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

Although Pingcheng is called a city, it is not as prosperous as a county town in later generations. It took the men less than a cup of tea to travel from east to west. They just picked up some supplies and left the city.

Xie Xian put down the book in her hand and tapped the table lightly. On the last page of the book was a map, which she had specifically asked Black Stone Guard for, although she had explained how to draw a map.

However, the literacy rate was a big problem in that era, so Xie Xian had to personally compile a topographic map from Kangjian to Chenliu based on the specific distances. Now she had to complete the map more carefully.

She looked up at the Huai River on the map. It would take another two days before she could board a boat, but it looked like there was still a tail end to the journey. At this stage, she would rather take a boat. Taking a car was too physically demanding. Xie Xian felt that her small body, which had been exercised for less than two months, was almost unable to bear it.

She called over the mustache boy and whispered instructions.

The man with a small mustache looked a little heavy-hearted. After discussing a few words with the thin man, he turned and walked towards a small path on the side.

Soon after they left, twenty or thirty riders came after them. The leader stared at the wheel tracks on the ground with a vicious look in his eyes, "Separate into two groups and chase them." He pointed at the wheel tracks on the ground and gritted his teeth, "Catch them and kill them all."

Cuo Erlang was very angry. If it hadn't been for the heavy rain last night, he would have sent people out to look for him. But in the morning, he heard in Sister Hua's arms that Jin Dalang and the little mustache had returned to the city and were going to Jingzhou. He was a little panicked. If he really let the boy run away, he would have no chance when Cheng Jun came back.

He led his men to catch up, but saw two tire tracks on the ground. The ground was muddy after the heavy rain. The people he sent to deal with the problem yesterday seemed to have parted ways with them. Today was the last chance. If he waited for half a day and left Pingcheng, it would be difficult to catch up.

The mustache looked at the large bunch of branches dragged behind the ox cart, and the round-faced soldier said excitedly: "Your Highness is really amazing. The branches cover it up so that it is completely invisible. I wonder if the third brother and the others have returned."

The third brother he mentioned was the thin man, a retired sentry guard at the border, and a professional in reconnaissance. They parked the car in a forest and used grass and branches to camouflage the area. If you didn't get close, you wouldn't be able to find it. They unloaded their things, ate and drank, and the thin man finally came over at noon.

The thin man is still frightened, thinking about how he just saw the elite soldiers in the camp galloping back and forth on the official road. If they had not been prepared, they would probably be in great danger now.

He looked at Xie Xian with respect: "Just as Lady Lord said, they really sent people to chase us. All 27 of them are in black armor. That Cuo Erlang really doesn't want to let us go."

At that time, Xie Xian ordered them to split into two groups, dragging fixed tree branches to imitate the marks of wheels through the mud, and taking the small path in two groups. However, she and others hid beside the official road and watched Cuo Erlang and his men run two or three times separately. In the end, they returned to the city in a large group when their horses were almost broken.

Everyone was now full of admiration for Xie Xian, "Your Majesty is truly as wise as a god." The round-faced soldier had a pale face with lingering fear, but they finally escaped a disaster.

"That's a god's prediction." The man with a mustache was in awe. Although he was just a small leader, he knew that not everyone had the ability to predict the enemy's moves. What's more, this lady was a girl, and the daughter of a noble family should not be underestimated.

Xie Xian found it somewhat amusing. She was at most a bunch of noobs fighting each other. In this era, most military strategies were in the hands of the nobles, and ordinary people could only rely on experience at best. Therefore, her knowledge seemed rare, but she did not take it seriously.

You have to know that there were countless people in ancient times who were so wise that they were almost demons. He always spoke very briefly, and was always worried that he would say something wrong and would have to use N sentences to cover it up. This was the reason why Xie Xian had been cautious and never spoke much for the three months since she traveled through time.

Don’t you see that all the troubles of time travelers are caused by their words? Maybe it’s a dispute of temper or an ordinary universal view, and then they are discovered to be abnormal.

The book of strange events in her hand now records a short story.

It tells the story of a merchant's son, Guo Yu, who fell into water and fainted. When he woke up, he did not recognize his parents. Later, he took medicine and gradually got better. From then on, his temperament changed drastically. He spoke nonsense, did not respect his elders or his clan, and had no care for his brothers and sisters. Later, he made paper by boiling bamboo, mulberry, hemp and rags into pulp.

His family made a lot of money from this, but the boy gradually became estranged from his clan members and had bad relations with his neighbors. Half a year later, a thief came and no one responded to his call for help. He died. The Guo clan also made a fortune with his papermaking technique and is now considered a small clan.

So some of the habits of modern people are still unacceptable. When she first came, she was quite happy to read this book. There must be predecessors who came first, so that many things can be done without much effort.

After looking for a long time, I found out that this senior returned so young?

Enduring the toothache, Xie Xian sighed and mourned silently in her heart, "Can't this senior get out the glass, soap, toilet, cement, etc. before leaving?" Looking at this carriage in a daze, what should I do as a liberal arts student from an ordinary university? It's hard to even fix a screw.

Seeing that Xie Xian was obviously in a bad mood, everyone lowered their voices.

"What's wrong with the lady?" Qingdai asked Tu Zhen softly.

"How would I know?" Tu Zhen played with the dagger in her hand. Her previous weapons were all made of bronze, but this time Xie Xian gave her this dagger made of meteorite iron. It was a bit black, but there was no sign of rust from hunting and cooking these days, so it looked pretty good.

"Then when can we set off? Aren't we supposed to take the water route? Since those who are chasing us have all left, why don't we set off yet? It will be dark if we wait any longer." Qingdai was a little confused.

"If you're in a hurry, just ask them!"

Tu Zhen thought of the map in Xie Xian's hand and leaned lazily against the carriage. This lady knew it very well. She could defeat those 20 or 30 people, but Xie Xian was obviously the kind of person who didn't want to waste energy on trivial matters.

The thin guy here was reporting to the mustache guy: "Boss, 27 of the 25 people have gone over."

"There are still two more, probably guarding the intersection." The man with a mustache frowned and watched the sun begin to set. He and his companions had already delayed the lady for a long time.

He calculated that it would take two hours to get here from the city, and another two hours to be out of Pingcheng. However, he estimated that he didn't know where the remaining two people were ambushing, so it was not a good idea to waste time like this.

After listening to his words, Xie Xian asked carefully: "What do the troops use to pass messages on a daily basis?"

The man with a small mustache was puzzled: "They used signal soldiers. The Northern Army only prepared smoke signals when it deployed troops." In that era, the basic means of communication were smoke signals and pigeons, but those were for emergency situations. This small town could only see the enemy during wartime by sight.

"Is there anything that can be seen from a long distance?" Xie Xian once again confirmed whether there would be an arrow piercing the clouds and thousands of troops coming to meet them.

"It has never happened before. At most, it was spread through beacon fires." But that still requires this condition. Smoke signals also require special fuel. And the faster signal smoke is a privilege for the rich and powerful families.

Xie Xian looked at the thick clouds in the west and murmured, "Beacon Fire" really doesn't have much technical content! Then I feel relieved.

After much thought, I decided to travel at night. In the end, I still have to rely on myself.

When she asked them if they had night blindness, they grunted for a long time and it turned out that except for her and Tu Zhen, Lian Qingdai was also night blind.

This is not surprising. The ancients went to bed at sunset, not because they didn't want to work overtime, but because they didn't have the conditions.

At night, Tu Zhen and Xie Xian took turns driving the cart. They tied the horses in a row and followed the cart. With the help of the crescent moon in the sky and without torches, they slowly but surely got out of Pingcheng.

When Xie Xian woke up the next day, the ox cart had already stopped by the river.

Xie Xian looked at the dilapidated dock. Where was the big ship that was promised? But she had to fill her stomach first.

They waited for another day before a big ship arrived. There were many passenger ships passing by, but Xie Xian asked to take the ox cart aboard, as no ship was big enough to get on. After sighing, they finally waited for the Zong family's ship.

The boatman didn't want to get involved, but when Qingdai showed Xie's card, his face changed immediately: "It turns out that he is the eldest son of our family. It's easy to talk to him. But most of the people on this boat are actors and we are afraid of offending the noble." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't want to take this waterway this time, but his family sent a message saying that a eldest son of the family was going to take the Huai River. He sent people to inquire but it was not very clear. He only thought it was a noble.

The captain of the ship did not think much of it, and in order not to miss the trip he picked up a ship full of actors in Chaozhou. Traditionally, if a nobleman met an actor when traveling, he might be happy to give him a reward. But when he saw the actor in front of them, he remembered that the second wife was a young lady, so he was careless.

The captain of the ship was a little embarrassed at this time. The girl in front of him just stood there quietly and said nothing, but he could feel a fierce aura that made him unable to straighten his back.

"Then what do you mean? Isn't this the boat sent by our family to pick up the young lady?" Qingdai's face was full of anger. If the young lady stayed with a group of actors, it would be offensive.

The captain wiped the sweat from his head and said, "I originally thought that when the noble came, we would pick up the actors on board to entertain him, but I didn't expect..." He secretly raised his eyes to glance at the graceful figure in front of him, it was a young lady.

"Interesting, just for fun~" The ending of her voice rose, and the implication in it was so strong that it made people's hair stand on end.

Xie Xian had already started thinking about the essay in her heart. She didn't expect that the ladies of this era still had such privileges. The fragrance came unexpectedly.

When the captain came to his senses, Xie Xian had already boarded the boat. He hurriedly followed behind: "My lady, if you are afraid of polluting the eyes, let them get off when the boat arrives at Jingzhou Wharf and let them change boats." He carefully looked at the gold-bottomed token in Qingdai's hand, and then he remembered that this was not an ordinary son of the clan, but perhaps a female monarch. Although they belonged to the third branch, they had heard a little about the internal affairs of the clan. He didn't expect that a person passing by the water could be used as a raft.

The old warehouse owner just sucked his teeth, secretly cursing the whole family of the outer courtyard boss a hundred or eighty times. It wasn't long since his uncle left, and these people who took advantage of others started to act up. Wait until this time, hum!