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Chapter 502 Parting

On the eighth day of September, the sun rises and the sky is bright.

In Hecheng County, Yuanyang Prefecture, a small town about twenty miles away from the county seat, the sound of gongs sounded at this moment.

After the originally quiet town was disturbed by the sound of gongs and drums, shouts and curses rang out from every house.

"That bastard is beating the gong so early in the morning!"

Someone pushed open the door and saw the back of the person who knocked the gong. He couldn't help but cursed: "Don't let me know who you are. I'll grab you and beat you all over the floor!"

From the beginning of August to now, for more than a month, these people participating in the autumn harvest outside the city have rarely had the opportunity to sleep in.

Every morning when it gets dark, they have to take advantage of the cool weather to work in the fields. After lunch, they have to take a break and continue working in the bright sun.

They endured such hard days for more than forty days in total, and finally the autumn harvest here in Hecheng came to an end.

At the end of work yesterday, the team of people in charge of the team of small officials in the town personally promised everyone to make up for their sleep tomorrow, and they could sleep until noon and then get up again.

But now, with an hour or two left before noon, the dreams of the young men were shattered by the sound of the gong.

But even if the young men are angry, their sweet dreams have been awakened, and they can only complain and get up.

"Maybe there's something wrong!"

“We’ve finished harvesting the grain, what else can happen?”

Everyone was talking a lot and started to pack their things, because they were about to leave here today.

It was said to be packed, but in fact it was not much, just a roll of mat and a few clothes, as well as bowls and chopsticks for eating.

"Everyone, please hurry up and come out as soon as you've finished packing. We'll have breakfast on the way!"

"Hurry up and pack up, we're going to leave soon..."

Listening to the voice of the team official on the street, everyone was confused. Why did things suddenly become so urgent?

So someone stuck their head out and asked: "Guan Wang, what's going on? Didn't I just say it yesterday afternoon, can I have a good rest today?"

At this moment, there were many heads sticking out of the houses along the street, and everyone was waiting for the answer from the team leader Wang Zhi.

"It was originally agreed that someone would pick us up at noon, but the people from the health center arrived early..."

They need to return to Hecheng County first. Although the zombie density is very low now, they may still encounter danger on the way back, so the army needs to escort them.

Seeing that everyone was unhappy, Wang Zhi said with a smile: "Everyone, I just heard the news that the people from Wan'an County had distributed the food yesterday afternoon and escorted them to their hometown early this morning!"

According to the arrangements of the palace, only part of the grain harvested this time will be kept locally, and most of it will be transported to various government treasuries.

Only in this way can we ensure that the food supplies in Longyou prefectures and counties can last until next autumn's harvest.

It can be said that under the leadership of Prince Yong's Mansion, Yuanyang Mansion fully developed the spirit of fearless sacrifice of supporting one side when there was trouble from all sides.

As soon as the food was distributed, all the dissatisfied thoughts of the young men were suppressed.

I have been here for more than forty days, working day and night, just to bring food for the people in my hometown to sustain their lives.

"I heard it all. Let's go back and pack our things quickly. After sharing the food, we'll go home!"

The town suddenly became lively, and everyone's dissatisfaction disappeared.

The whole tidying up was very fast, and within ten minutes everyone was lining up in the street. It happened that the guardsmen had also arrived here.

These young men were brought back to the county town. This short distance was escorted by the guards.

But it was the elite troops of the Military and Horse Division who were responsible for sending the people back to their respective prefectures from Yuanyang.

Now, all the troops under the Bingma Division have been upgraded to first-level soldiers by Zhao Yanxun, and all their equipment has been updated, so their combat effectiveness is not as high as usual.

"Let's go!"

As a certain young man shouted loudly, the entire team started to move. If their legs and feet were fast enough and no accidents occurred, they would be able to reach Hecheng this afternoon.

At this moment, thirty miles away, the official warehouse in Hecheng was bustling with activity. Many young men were coming in and out of the official warehouse, all carrying large sacks on their shoulders.

Some food will be transported by land, but most will be transported by water. After all, water can transport more.

The young men who came in and out of the official warehouse were the common people who came to Hecheng to help with work. They were moving food for their hometown, so they all worked extra hard.

At this moment, Yang An, the newly appointed magistrate of Hecheng County, was patrolling the official warehouse with his people.

Arriving at the entrance of the official warehouse, there were two tables set up, and three scribes were recording the incoming and outgoing grain.

One of them is from the Hecheng County Government Office, and the other two are from the Treasury Management Office and the Dian Book Office respectively.

The three of them record together and supervise each other to ensure that the data is error-free to the greatest extent.

Walking to the desk, Yang An said: "Everyone, you must be careful and you must not make any mistakes!"

Just because of food problems, many people have lost their official titles, and many have even lost their heads.

"Don't worry, sir!"

"Please rest assured, Magistrate Yang!"

The scribes just replied, and then went about their own business, and they had been busy all morning.

"How many teams of people will come to collect food today?"

"Sir, is there another person from the county?"

Only Yang An half-jokingly said: "We were assigned six county tasks, and we have only completed half of them after receiving them today. The official warehouse will not be emptied, right?"

Yang An continued to patrol, but someone ran towards him from a distance, coming to remind him to have lunch.

"Sir, please go back first. I'm here to keep an eye on you!"

After thinking about it, Yang An nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go eat first... I'll replace you later!"

After saying this, Yang An stopped staying here and rushed to his home.

The Yang family was the first family in Hecheng to submit to Prince Yong's Mansion, so it had a deep foundation in Hecheng, and people from a large family all lived together.

Yang An originally ate at the county government office, but today an elder in the family celebrated his birthday, so he had to go back.

In fact, if he went back now, he would have missed many birthday banquets.

Yang An played a trick, but when he returned home, his father Yang Qi's words directly revealed his thoughts.

"Even if you don't want to socialize, you shouldn't hide away at this time today..."

Sitting in the main hall, Yang Qi spoke coldly, today is his birthday.

"Father, you have to understand your son's difficulties!" Yang An explained.

Seeing that Yang Qi didn't answer, Yang An continued: "Father, when they came to us, they didn't ask for help that time? How can my son avoid hiding from these things?"

Sitting next to his old father, Yang An said in a calm tone: "Father, you are a cautious person..."

At this moment, Yang Qi's anger had subsided a lot, and he raised his head and said, "Before, they asked for favors directly, but you refused. Now, is it okay to ask you to help find a job?"

Hearing this, Yang An sighed and said: "Father...if I do something for them, I will not only bring trouble to them, but also bring trouble to myself!"

"My son finally became the county magistrate, and he still wants to honor his ancestors. Why should he take risks for idiots like them?"

"Father, don't forget, these people... how they treated us back then!"

Not using power for personal gain is the bottom line and red line for royal officials, and Yang An really doesn't have the guts to cross it.


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