Yang Zhen felt very guilty. She was excited to talk, but she forgot how others felt.
It is reasonable for the old man to leave now, and of course he cannot stop him.
Glancing at the main table, Fang Hongzheng was high-spirited and talking eloquently. Qian Kun and several bosses on the side were trying their best to flatter him.
It's so boring. I might as well leave.
Hearing that he offered to escort her back, the old man dared not accept it and quickly declined. Yang Zhen smiled and said:
"Old man, let's talk about poetry today regardless of whether we are immortals or mortals, senior or young. Let's make friends through poetry."
The old man was so moved by these words that he stopped being polite and allowed him to help him walk out of the restaurant.
The cool breeze outside made the noisy noise in their ears fade away, and both of them felt refreshed.
Magistrate Liu invited Yang Zhen to ride on the county government carriage. By this time, he had recovered from his previous gaffe and became clear again.
So Yang Zhen took advantage of this journey to ask him about the customs and customs of Wushui County.
Although he had checked some of the information when he came, it was not as clear as having someone explain it himself.
As Magistrate Liu spoke, a picture scroll was slowly opened, and what was drawn inside was the land beneath his feet.
…
Wushui County has a radius of thousands of miles, which is 700,000 square kilometers. In the previous life, this area was already the area of several provinces, but here, it is no more than one county.
The westernmost part of the county is adjacent to the Yaozu Million Mountains, and the eastern part occupies a corner of the Wushan Mountains. There are mountains on both sides, and in the middle is a large black soil wasteland with occasional hills. A Wushui River cuts through the middle, dividing the wasteland into east and west parts.
This kind of black soil is very suitable for growing various crops and fruits. If there is a spiritual vein nearby, it is also the best place for the production of spiritual valley.
But like most counties in Xu State, the wasteland has always been a place haunted by monsters. Although most of them are first-level or even inferior monsters, which monks don't need to take seriously, they are a real threat to mortals.
Therefore, although the county has a population of 700,000, it can only be gathered in twelve towns and several villages. They rely on the protection of monks to cultivate wasteland and cultivate land in the surrounding areas to make a living.
The county has a population of about 30,000. Due to its vast territory, the county government can only govern the tens of thousands of people in the county. Those towns and villages are beyond reach, and the local immortal cultivating families actually cover the sky.
"I have been in Wushui County for a year, and I have only been to three places: Liangjia Town, Kanmu Township, and Heiwo Township. Without others, these three places are the residences of the three foundation-building families of Liang, Cheng, and Heitu. I can go We still took their flying boat there, otherwise, how could I, an ordinary person, have gone there?" Magistrate Liu said with a bitter smile.
"So, wouldn't it be true that mortals rarely interact with each other between counties and villages?" Yang Zhen asked.
"Of course. If the villagers come to the county, there are only two ways. One is by flying boat. The Cheng family has a boat line in the county, and it will cruise around the townships every ten days. Those common people with extra money can buy boat tickets. Use this to get somewhere.”
"The second is the caravan. Our Wushui County is vast and rich in resources. There are two large-scale spirit stone mines alone. There are countless other mineral resources. There are large caravans, or they are composed of dozens of athletes. , or be escorted by immortals, or travel to various places."
"As for other methods, they are a narrow escape and cannot be imitated."
Yang Zhen was silent for a while, then continued to ask: "Old man, how is the people's livelihood here, can the people still have enough to eat and clothe themselves?"
A look of surprise flashed across Magistrate Liu's face, and he looked at Yang Zhen with eyes filled with admiration.
"County residents either rely on a wealthy family or have craftsmanship, so most of them can get by. As for the countryside..."
"Then it depends on the family tradition of the local fairy clan. If the family tradition is good, the villagers will have enough food and clothing. If you encounter those mean and cold families, then you will shout at the sky and the earth..." He shook his head and stopped talking. .
"What's the style of these three families, Liang, Cheng, and Heitu?" Yang Zhen suddenly asked.
Magistrate Liu did not answer immediately, but looked at the carriage outside the window and smiled without saying a word.
Yang Zhen patted her head and woke up. A soundproof formation was fired, and the car became instantly quieter.
Magistrate Liu twisted his beard and nodded, then said:
"I went to those three places because I was invited by these three families, so what I saw was naturally good. As for the real situation..."
He told another story:
"Among the three, the number of people reported by the Liang family has barely increased in decades!"
Yang Zhen raised her brows, already understanding what he meant.
Finally, he took out a piece of paper with yellow light and handed it to the old man.
"Old Uncle Liu, this is a message talisman. If you have something to ask me for, you can tear it open directly, and the message can be sent immediately from thousands of miles away. This talisman does not need to be penetrated with magic power, and it can also be used by mortals."
"This..." Magistrate Liu hesitated: "I heard that the price of talismans that can be used by mortals will be much higher. Otherwise, you can give me one that requires mana."
"You don't have any magic power. Wouldn't it be useless paper if I gave it to you?" Yang Zhen said with a smile. At this time, the strong horse in front let out a long neigh, and the carriage stopped.
We've arrived.
Yang Zhen jumped out of the carriage and found the county government office in front of her. However, it is not the main entrance, but the backyard where the magistrate lives and rests.
The door creaked open, and a girl in Jingchai and sarong walked out.
Yang Zhen took a casual look and suddenly realized.
No wonder Magistrate Liu said that using magic talismans can also be used.
This girl is actually a monk!
Although his cultivation level is very low, just one level of Qi training, he does have magic power within him.
Seeing that Yang Zhen was helping Magistrate Liu get out of the car, the girl hurriedly rushed forward, stretched out her hand to help the old man's other arm, and said:
"Dad, isn't today the banquet for the new director to take office? Why are you back so soon?"
The voice is gentle and pleasant. At this moment, she was very close to her man, and Yang Zhen happened to see the eye-catching snow color exposed on her neck: the long and slender jade neck, the straight and beautiful collarbone...
There is also a faint fragrance coming from the tip of the nose...
Don’t look at anything inappropriate!
"Rou'er, daddy, I met a great talent today!" Magistrate Liu put his hand on his daughter's arm and mocked himself: "A poem he said reminded me of your mother, so I was so drunk that I had to come back. Here you go!"
"Oh, what kind of poem is it?" the girl asked, while saluting Yang Zhen and thanking him for sending her father back.
Yang Zhen has gained quite a bit of experience in practicing the [Formless Soul Hiding Technique] in the past few years. When she saw this girl just now, on a whim, she recited the formula to hide her whole body.
Judging from the girl's expression at this time, she should regard herself as an ordinary person. It seems that her concealment effect has begun to be revealed.
Now that he had sent the person, he raised his hand, declined Magistrate Liu's offer to stay, and left.
In the distance, you can still hear the old man singing the poem to his daughter:
"Ten years of life and death are blurred. Without thinking, you will never forget it..."
