Xi'an Prefecture, Chengguan District, Chang'an County, Government Affairs Building——
Compared with the cold in the north, this season in Guanzhong this year is still a bit hot. Unlike the heat and humidity in the south, it is dry and hot here.
Of course, this is better than the humid heat in the south, which can make people breathless, as if the air is blocked.
And the further we went into the forest, the more intense the sweltering feeling became.
Even so, the staff entering and exiting the Government Affairs Building are still wearing long robes and short coats.
As you enter, most people here are wearing suits or Chinese tunic suits.
In the office, Song Zhe was talking on the phone tirelessly over and over again, while Secretary Chen beside him was watching in silence, waiting for the communication from the superior to end.
This is the normal situation for officers. They have to deal with endless documents every day and call their friends in other provinces again and again.
There is nothing we can do about it, the drought is getting worse and there is no sign of rain at all.
If this continues, we don’t know whether it will rain next year, but if we don’t find a way to solve the problem this year, the disaster will only become more serious.
Fortunately, Chief Song has a wide network of contacts, and he is not a corrupt, profit-seeking person.
First, he quickly solved the problem of banditry. During this period, he non-stop used all his contacts to purchase food from other provinces.
Coupled with the government's allocation of food, the disaster was finally under control.
"Huh! Tell me what's going on?"
Song Zhe put down the phone and took a deep breath, rubbing his eyebrows and waving his hand.
"Sir! The information for your investigation has been investigated clearly."
"explain!"
Listening to these words, Song Zhe closed his eyes and spoke quickly and concisely.
"Sir, on the one hand, this information came from Chief Zhang via phone call, and on the other hand, we learned it through the mouths of merchants who went south to do business in the grasslands.
This is the situation..."
Secretary Chen reported the information he had just obtained in detail.
"That's what happened, sir. Sir, you have a sharp eye for pearls. This Zhao Ming really lives up to everyone's expectations and is quite capable."
"Yeah! He's quite capable. I thought he died there and disappeared in the past few days."
Song Zhe spoke calmly, which made Secretary Chen curse in his heart.
My parents are really as sharp-tongued as ever.
"But sir, this piece of information doesn't match up with the information told by the merchants. You see..."
"Hmph! I know Lao Zhang very well, even if he and I pee together, it's just because of this.
His butt is sitting very upright, there is no way it can be crooked. Song Zhe chuckled and shook his head.
"In the future, just ask those caravans more and get the information from Lao Zhang. I asked him to help take care of this boy Zhao Ming.
Do you believe it or not, he didn’t even care? "
"Um...then you still..." Secretary Chen couldn't understand.
"Why are you letting Xiao Zhao go to this dragon's pond and tiger's den?"
Song Zhe smiled lightly, "Lao Zhang is a smart man. When I sent Zhao Ming over, his attitude said everything.
The meaning is very clear, he knows exactly what I want to get in the grassland.
And based on his nature, he would never allow such a thing to happen. I can get whatever I want from the prairie.
He doesn't care, but only if we have the ability!
In addition, what about Zhao Ming? Isn't this a good test? You'll know if it's a mule or a horse when it comes out and wanders around. "
As he spoke, Song Zhe took out a box of large cigarettes from the drawer and lit it. He took a puff of the cigarette and felt that all the stress in his body seemed to be released.
"Sir, although it is a bit unethical to arrange others in this way, I still want to ask, are you not afraid of raising a white-eyed wolf when the time comes? This person will lose his money?"
Secretary Chen is an old man who follows Song Zhe, and he dares to speak out about many things.
After hearing this, Song Zhe's smoking movement paused slightly, but soon returned to normal.
The lingering smoke made it difficult to see clearly what his face looked like at this moment.
"Maybe the commander-in-chief will start a war with the south next year..."
These words sounded a bit inexplicable, and Secretary Chen was also a little confused, but soon his whole body trembled and his eyes widened, but he quickly calmed down.
"Sir, I have never asked about this matter."
"Haha! Don't be so nervous, kid. I'm still at ease with you. Otherwise, why would I say such things?"
Song Zhe smiled and pointed at Secretary Chen while holding a cigarette.
Secretary Chen also laughed.
But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, it seems that the commander doesn't have much confidence in the commander in this battle!
"Well, you don't need to pay too much attention to Xiao Zhao's matter. Since he has established a firm footing, I guess he won't cause any big troubles for a while."
But just as Secretary Chen nodded and was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to think of something and said hurriedly, "But sir... I even heard a rumor in my humble position that there are signs of Mongolia heading south.
There is no movement at all from Zhangjiakou regarding this matter. You said that if Outer Mongolia really goes south, there is no action over there. Xiao Zhao's side..."
"Outer Mongolia going south? Is there such a thing?"
Song Zhe was also shocked when he heard this, and then smiled and shook his head.
"No need to worry. Although Zhang Li is indifferent to Xiao Zhao, there is no way he will not take action when it comes to major matters.
If he didn't take action, there was only one possibility. He judged that it was impossible for Outer Mongolia to go south.
Zhang Li's sense of war is quite sensitive, so there is no need to pay attention to this matter. "
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In the biting cold wind, a group of more than 20 riders were slowly climbing up a high slope. The best view from here was to see a place more than ten miles away.
It's just that these twenty riders looked around intently and frowned.
"Master Zhao can't do it. The clouds and fog are too big now, and it's hard to see clearly even from a distance!"
The monkey whose head was wrapped in a sheepskin hat made a roaring sound. He was obviously shouting at the top of his lungs, but the wind on the hillside was so loud that it was very small in Zhao Ming's ears.
Zhao Ming just nodded, picked up the telescope given by Lao Guo and looked into the distance carefully.
This thing is one of a bunch of small gifts given by Lao Guo last time. It is an old-fashioned monocular telescope.
A hundred years later this would probably be a valuable antique.
Within the lens tube, there was a river about three miles away. There were dozens of camps along both sides of the river, extending for a long distance.
And there seemed to be some shadowy tents further away, but they were obscured by clouds and mist, so they couldn't be seen clearly.
With these camps as the center, cavalry were constantly coming in and out. They must have been scouts taking turns to go out for reconnaissance.
After looking at the weapons of these people, most of them were bows and arrows and sabers. Most of them were wearing sheepskin jackets, some with some cowhide sewn on the outside.
But when he looked at Zhao Ming, his pupils shrank.
However, he saw that the three knights were particularly different. Zhao Ming immediately thought that he had traveled to ancient times and had made a mistake.
But I read it several times to make sure I saw it correctly. These three people were indeed wearing Mongolian armor.
The armor is very old, and some key parts may even be missing, or simply missing.
This is not an early Mongolian armor. It is probably an old item left behind by some Mongolian families. It may be older than Mrs. Zhao Ming.
To describe it in one sentence, the armor plates are connected like scales, and arrows cannot penetrate them!
The outer layer of the armor is made of iron mesh armor, which is similar to the iron plate of the armor, and the helmet has a partial face-protecting armor plate.
Perhaps it has been too long, and the red tassel on the top of the helmet has rotted away.
Of course, it’s hard to say how protective this thing is now. Maybe a cut with the blade would not only break the defense, but also cut into the flesh due to the rust, causing tetanus damage.
