Daming Prefecture is an important town in the north of the Song Dynasty and an important line of defense.

Once the Song Dynasty launched a decisive battle with the Liao people in the north, Daming Prefecture was the commander-in-chief and core of the Song Dynasty.

"... Daming Prefecture is an important town in the north, controlling the important place in the north, and controlling the attack and defense of one side. This place is less than 400 miles away from Bianliang, and if it is fast enough to reach it in a few days... Such an important place, the prefect of the Daming Prefecture in the past could also serve as a pacifier... Now the situation in the Song and Liao dynasties is gradually reversed, and the Daming Prefecture has been ignored a lot... But we must not slackew the trust of the official family!"

In the Daming Prefecture Office, the prefect Liu Xian sat upright, and the commander underneath Jiang Wei listened with a wooden face. The judge Wang Tong had a thin cheek and dark skin, just like an old farmer. He said in a deep voice: "Prince, since the snow disaster in Daming Prefecture, you have been on patrol many times to comfort the people, and most of the rice and grain in your home have been sent to the streets... You are worthy of your guilt."

Liu Xian sighed, "Hey! It's just that in my heart... I think that the people are suffering, my heart is like a knife! But Daming Mansion doesn't store much food, what can I do?"

Jiang Wei, who had a blank face, suddenly said: "Magistrate, it is said that most of the 150,000 stags of money and grain sent by the court have been corrupt."

After a moment of quietness in the main hall, Liu Xian shook his head and said, "The money has been bought all the food, the victims have eaten it, all bought medicinal materials, and built a house... But people are not satisfied! Why..."

Wang Tong looked indignant, "The so-called troublemakers are such people. They turn against each other after eating food. Some people falsely accused them... Alas! It's hard to be an official these days!"

"It's very difficult." Liu Xian smiled and said, "It's just that we are the officials, so we have to do our best. This is the matter..."

His body suddenly leaned forward slightly, and Jiang Wei and Wang Tong's bodies below were tilted over at the same time.

"When Bianliang knows this, someone will come down. We must cooperate and prepare the account books... Wang Tongzhun...."

"Yes." Wang Tong nodded, "Everything is ready, don't worry, the prefect."

Liu Xian smiled and nodded, looked at Jiang Wei and said, "In extraordinary times, those who do evil... are all in prison, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Weimu nodded with a face.

Liu Xian smiled and said, "These people... dare to take advantage of the situation in extraordinary times. I wish I could kill them all at once, but the country has national laws and family rules. I can only wait for people coming to Bianliang..."

Jiang Wei glanced at him and asked, "Who is the magistrate who thought Bianliang would be?"

Liu Xian thought for a while, "Han Xianggang made great contributions in the north, but it was difficult to come out. Bao Xiang... Bao Xiang was old and the weather was cold... He couldn't come, so he probably thought it was Zeng Xiang."

Jiang Wei praised: "I have asked my ministers to seek help in person, and I am very handsome in the demeanor of an elder."

Liu Xian smiled and said, "We should cooperate so that we can cooperate well and properly place the victims."

"A batch of grain came!" Wang Tong suddenly said, "Just entered the warehouse."

Liu Xian glanced at him and shook his head and said, "People are coming soon, let's go to the warehouse, and wait for people coming to Bianliang to deal with it."

"yes."

The three of them picked up the teacup and then remained silent.

The snow has stopped.

The entire Daming Mansion looks white.

The white one is not just snow, but also the hungry people.

The hungry people found a place in the city to sit down, leaned against each other to keep warm, and kind-hearted people brought hot water. They drank greedily, and then their faces became more rosy, and they looked at the city gate with anticipation.

"It's said there's no food."

"Um."

"But what should we do? Will we starve to death without food?"

“Don’t I give porridge every day?”

"The porridge is almost the same as water, and I'll have lost my urine."

"There were dozens of people who didn't get up in the morning and they were just dragged away and melted."

"Why……"

Everyone gradually became silent, not because they had nothing to say, but because they were desperate and had no strength to speak.

"There is movement on the top of the city!"

Someone pointed at the top of the city and everyone looked at it and saw the soldiers on the top of the city who were originally eyeing them all turned around and looked outside the city.

"There is a sound of horse hooves!"

The sound of horse hooves goes from sparse to drumming.

"Go and report to the magistrate, there are cavalrymen coming!"

"More than three hundred people!"

A team of soldiers rushed down and ran towards the city.

"It's black armor! It's black armor!"

Someone was shouting at the top of the city, and then he got a general who refused to fight outside the city gate and shouted: "It's the Mangshan Army, Oh my God, it's him here."

"Who? The military leader, who is it?"

"Black armor... Chen An is here."

In an instant, the momentum of the soldiers was stagnant. When the victims heard something, the atmosphere became warm.

A woman holding the child was so anxious that she couldn't do it because she had no breasts. The child's crying was weak. She wished she could cut her wrist and feed him with blood. When she heard this, she asked her official, "Well, Chen An... isn't she the Duke of Chen County? Yelu Hongji was defeated by him."

Her official name is Chen Wu, and nodded and said, "Yes! Chen County Duke also built Jingguan... The people of Liao are afraid of him."

The woman's dark face was filled with fear, "Will that be fierce and vicious, speaking like thunder, and being nine feet tall..."

Chen Wu shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

"Does go!"

A loud shout came from outside the city gate, "What are you blocking your work after you have verified your identity?"

The general said, "This... I have met the Duke of Chen County, but the magistrate and others are coming to welcome him... Look..."

Chen An got off the horse and looked at the general with a sharp look, "Are you a warrior?"

The general stood up straight involuntarily, "Yes."

Chen An said coldly: "The warriors don't think about how to defeat the enemy. They are very concerned about these traditional Chinese and literary trivial matters that come and go... Get out!"

The general shivered and quickly turned around and shouted, "Move away, move away!"

The horse was moved away, Chen An handed over the reins to Wen Xiaozhong and walked into the city with the Mangshan Army.

The soldiers of Daming Mansion were standing outside, and someone muttered: "What a great Duke of Chen County. He just glanced at Junhou, but Junhou actually lowered his head and his body was still trembling."

"This is the God of Killing! Jiaozhi, Xixia, Liao people, killing wherever he goes, and this murderous aura soars into the sky. Who dares to face it?"

"Tsk tsk! It would be great if someone could enter the Mangshan Army."

"Stop dreaming."

Chen'an was the first to enter the city, and all he saw were all victims.

Outside the door of the shop was filled with haggard victims. After seeing Chen An, several old men slowly stood up with their younger generations, with a little more dazzling look in their eyes.

Gradually, the victims stood up.

Chen An stopped, he knew what this meant.

From ancient times to the present, the Chinese people have had deep plots of imperial envoys. Whenever they encounter suffering and grievances, they are particularly eager for imperial envoys to descend from the sky to relieve their worries and eliminate their grievances.

This is a kind of self-comfort, because most people have not waited for the imperial envoy to come.

But now Shen An is here.

He is famous and known as a famous general of the Song Dynasty.

He is very literary and has a unique lineage of mixed studies.

What would such a man with both civil and military style look like?

He is slightly taller than ordinary people and is not burly. As for his appearance, he looks just ordinary, and even has some cracks on his face because he is rushing to go.

This is an ordinary person.

“How many people?”

Chen An spoke, and the clerk beside him said with a bitter face: "More than 10,000 people."

"More than 10,000 people!"

Chen An looked at these hopeful faces and heard the child's crying, which was very subtle.

He walked straight past, and the crowd quietly separated a path.

The woman was holding the child, watching Chen An walking over at a loss. She shivered and prepared to kneel down without any instruction.

The lower class is afraid of officials because they know that officials can dominate their life, death, honor and disgrace.

In front of officials, the dignity of the people is gone.

“Stand up!”

Chen An shouted softly, and the woman stood still subconsciously, but her official Chen Wu knelt down.

Chen An walked over, looked down at the child in the cradle, reached out to "Show me."

The woman subconsciously handed over the swaddle clothes, and then she was a little worried.

Chen An skillfully held the cradle, looked at the child's weak appearance, and asked the woman: "But is there no milk?"
To be continued...