The people looked at him strangely: "Aren't these enough?"
"Yes, I thought there was a fire somewhere. It turned out that the army was suppressing bandits in the mountains! I feel relieved!"
The person next to him answered.
"As such a big fire, it was not that the army burned the bandits' village with fire, right?"
"It's good to burn it! All the bandits who should kill thousands of swords will be burned to death!"
"that is......"
In the capital, the court has a strong credibility.
As soon as the notice was posted, it explained the cause of the thick smoke, and the people immediately believed it.
The attention was shifting to the matter of suppressing bandits and discussing it enthusiastically.
Meng Wenhao listened to everyone's communication with one ear, but his eyes couldn't help but turn to the other side of the notice.
A newly wanted order was posted on the public notice board, with a portrait of Gong Yang Qian painted on it, lifelike, bright red official seals piercing people's eyes.
"Is it really a fire that the bandits were fired?" Meng Wenhao felt a little uneasy.
But he didn't say it, and pulled the little boy and squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty.
It has to be said that the Beiqin government responded very quickly.
The thick smoke just rose and the people were in panic.
The government quickly posted a notice, regardless of whether the statement was true or not, at least the people believed it, and the panic-hearted people quickly calmed down.
Soon, the crowds crowded on the street dispersed in groups of three or three.
Those who are on the road are on the road, those who are on the road are on the road.
Those who do business continue to do business.
The capital city soon returned to the interweaving and busy scene.
Meng Wenhao led the little boy past the street and stopped in front of a steaming bun shop. Looking at the white and fat buns in the steamer, he subconsciously swallowed: "How much does a bun cost?"
at the same time.
A hired blue-pang carriage slowly drove past the street behind him.
Xiao Lingyue took Beibei and Qingluo in the car, lifted the curtains with one hand, and looked at the signboard of the government: "It seems that the one who caught fire is really Hulang Mountain."
Beibei asked, "Mom, is there any problem with this?"
Xiao Lingyue put down the curtains of the car and pondered: "It's hard to say. The weather has been dry recently and it rarely rains. The bandit village is built in the deep mountains. If it is a normal army to suppress bandits, it is impossible to set fire easily."
If a large wildfire spreads and affects the surrounding towns and towns, this is no joke.
The person in charge of leading the troops cannot bear this responsibility.
Therefore, Xiao Lingyue felt that this fire should not be released by the bandit suppression army.
The government’s notices are only used to appease the people’s hearts.
The above statement is half true and half false. What is going on? You still have to collect information to know.
Beibei didn't care about so much, he only said fortunately: "Fortunately my mother came back early! Otherwise, such a big fire would be dangerous."
Qingluo nodded in agreement: "What the young master said is."
Xiao Lingyue smiled helplessly, feeling a little warm.
"By the way, Miss, where are we going now?" Qingluo asked in wonder.
"go home."
Half an hour later.
The Qingpeng carriage stopped at South Street, in front of a large mansion with an active floor.
Qingluo got off the carriage and raised her head with a dull look on her face.
This mansion looks majestic and not at all under the Shen Mansion. There are two white jade lions squatting in front of the door. The red-bottomed copper nail door shows its demeanor. The only thing that is, there is no plaque on the door.
"Little, Miss..." Qingluo's voice was a little weak, and she said in disbelief, "Are you sure it's here?" This chapter has been completed!