Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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After resting in the city for a night, Shen Ming passed Wang Si and led two military horses.

Bid farewell to everyone, and embarked on the road to the capital alone with Old Man Jiang.

Mo Bing's protons were already being targeted by Nan Yu. The escort team had a big target and was moving slowly, so Shen Ming would not consider it.

Old Man Jiang also thought this way, and the two of them packed lightly and set off early in the morning.

It was early autumn at this time, and we were not in the north. The weather was cool in the morning, and the horses were galloping in the warm wind, and no matter how much sadness they had, they were blown away.

There are four continents in Daxinjiang Linfu. It is a hilly area and the land is fertile. However, droughts have occurred frequently in recent years. I don't know why.

The two of them rested along the road, and Shen Ming asked Old Man Jiang about the information about Ye Hou.

Old Man Jiang, as the Protector of the Dragon-Suppressing Division, knew this. He leaned against a big tree and narrowed his old eyes:

"This Yehou is one of the armed organizations of Nanyu Kingdom. Its functions are similar to our Dragon Division in Daxin Town."

When Shen Ming heard this, the scattered information he had obtained before was connected together.

In order to start a war with the Mo Bing Kingdom, Daxin had set up many secret stakes. Even though he knew that there were spies who collaborated with the enemy, he did not arrest them directly, but arranged for the Zhenlong Division to pay close attention to them.

Could it be that he wanted to pass false news to Mo Bing through those people, so as to start a war and gain benefits?

"The imprisoned Yu Shaoyuan and Yang Fuping were both trained by Prime Minister Li in the imperial court. What role does Prime Minister Li play in this arrangement?"

Shen Ming analyzed secretly and tentatively asked Old Man Jiang:

"This time Daxin and Mo Bing ended the war in a hurry, but it was because of the incident in Nanyu Kingdom? Why didn't Mo Bing Kingdom take advantage of the situation and instead obediently send me Daxin a proton?"

Old Man Jiang's narrowed eyes trembled and he said noncommittally:

"Then they have to be able to beat us Daxin."

Old Man Jiang sat up straight, took out the gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and closed his eyes again comfortably:

"Last night, the night attack in Nan Yu Country was well planned. If you hadn't discovered it in advance with your amazing intuition, we would have died inexplicably. However, the other party's subsequent performance at night was really unsatisfactory. ”

"As soon as they missed a hit, they should have understood that something was going to happen. They could either choose to evacuate and then look for opportunities, or they could be determined to die and use the monsters to collide with the dragon-backed boat, and they would die the same as me."

"But the leader is obviously inexperienced. He has neither the caution to escape thousands of miles without missing a single hit, nor the determination to risk his life and fight to the death."

"And these things are the most basic for anyone in our Daxin Town Longsi who can achieve unified control."

"This is why our country, Daxin, is different from other countries. Daxin is a powerful country!"

Old Man Jiang took another sip of wine. It was noon, and the sun was scorching hot. It sparsely shone through the shade of the trees, creating mottled shadows.

"Strong country?"

Shen Ming couldn't help but think of the tragic scene in Beituo Village where the entire village was massacred, and the look of Wanwan's body curled up in his arms.

There was something strange in my heart.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, they could only hear the endless chirping of insects among the shadows of trees and grass.

Continuing on the road, Shen Ming saw along the road that the drought in Jianglin Mansion was really serious. There were many barren fields between the fields, and the rice straw was withered and the fields were dry.

This year, things are getting better, but the drought has been going on for several years.

Now that Daxin is going to war with Nanyu State again, and Jianglin Mansion is close to Nanyu, the court and the local government have increased taxes and corvee, making the local people miserable.

What I saw along the way were all haggard people with numb expressions.

Starving people can be seen sporadically, lying casually on the roadside. Mosquitoes and flies pile up, scattering and gathering again.

It was now approaching dusk, and the two found a small town. They meandered along the blue bricks and stones and saw a restaurant in the market. They got off their horses and were about to enter.

However, Shen Ming saw a girl kneeling in an open space near the restaurant. She looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a bun with two buns. Her face was dirty and her face could not be seen clearly.

She knelt up straight and clasped her fingers in her palms. Her joints turned white due to excessive exertion, and her thin body trembled slightly in the wind.

There was a person lying on a straw mat in front of him, covered with black linen, his exposed limbs pale and surrounded by flies, which showed that he had been dead for a long time.

There were a few people nearby, vaguely talking about something, which roughly meant "sell your body to bury your father".

Shen Ming inexplicably felt that this girl looked familiar, so he handed the reins to the waiting waiter and walked towards her.

Old Man Jiang wanted to persuade him, but he sighed and followed him anyway.

"Little girl, tomorrow in Hanzhou City, Mr. Goulan will

The bustard will come to our town. You should rest early today and stay until tomorrow to try your luck. "

Someone couldn't help but give her advice. It's not easy to survive these days.

"How much will it cost to bury your father?" Shen Ming couldn't help but asked.

Old Man Jiang stood beside him without saying a word.

When the girl heard this, her body trembled. She raised her head, looking at Shen Ming timidly with sadness that had not yet dissipated. Her voice was childish and fearful, but she still mustered up the courage to reply:

"To tell you what I'm saying, Man'er doesn't dare to ask for more. We've already made an agreement with the coffin shop owner, and we only need two coins."

Speaking of this, there was already an uncontrollable choking in his voice, but he couldn't hold it back, his eyes sparkling:

"Please be kind to me, sir. I...I am willing to serve you as a slave."

One tael of silver can be worth three thousand dollars. This coffin shop owner is making money from dead people.

Shen Ming looked around, how could he not feel the malicious eyes? Giving him the money now would be harming her.

"Take me to the coffin shop owner. This old man will help you guard your father's body." Shen Ming pointed to Old Man Jiang, who was there, and said to the girl.

Old Man Jiang: "?"

The girl led him to the shop and paid the money. Shen Ming also gave the shop clerk some reward money and asked him to bury the girl's father.

The clerk was naturally happy to receive the reward, and began to get busy.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Shen Ming quietly handed the girl some money, signaling her with his eyes to keep quiet.

"Live the rest of your life well and don't have to be a slave to me." Shen Ming patted her head. He was now so close that he could see the girl's face clearly.

Although her face is dirty, she has almond eyes and red lips. Although her complexion is not fair, she still looks pretty and cute.

Taking the girl back to where she was, Shen Ming called Old Man Jiang and entered the wine shop without looking back.

The girl looked at Shen Ming, his thin body facing the evening breeze, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, like water bursting from a lake...

"Boy Shen, there will be a lot of things like this in the future, can you help me?" Mr. Jiang asked calmly, stuffing a piece of fatty steamed meat into his mouth.

"Didn't Mr. Jiang say that our country is a powerful country? Is this the case everywhere?"

Old Man Jiang was choked by these words and didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"I will never be so arrogant that I want to help everyone." Shen Ming slowly filled up the wine and sighed softly:

"I just think that girl looks a bit like Wanwan."

Immediately, he drank all the wine in the cup.

There is a burning sensation in the throat.