Transmigrating to Great Qin, Zhao Qingrui found herself with land and money at home, and a cheat system. To avoid becoming cannon fodder in chaotic times, she brought her father to recruit soldiers...
"It seems that you have your own plan. I won't ask any more questions. If you need any help, just come to the military camp and find me." Meng Tian looked at Wang Xian with a confident look and said softly.
"I will. I will have to trouble the general when the time comes." Wang Xian nodded and smiled.
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Feng Quji set off with several large boxes given to him by His Majesty and left Xianyang in a low-key manner.
This is the first time he has left Xianyang in so many years.
As we rode in a carriage on the road, we could hear the voices of the common people talking from time to time.
After lifting the curtain and taking a look, Feng Quji's heart trembled slightly. He had seen the lives of the people of Qian before, and the people of Qian now had really changed a lot from before.
Under the governance of the Qin Dynasty, the lives of the people are getting better and better.
The road has become wider and the road is no longer bumpy.
That’s great. This is Feng Quji’s only feeling at the moment.
Perhaps, he should trust Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince more. Daqin really became better in her hands.
Although he was tired after several days' journey, he saw many things along the way, including the joy of the people's good harvest. He also dealt with several people who intended to embezzle and falsify taxes and grain, and saw the merchants' allegiance to the Qin Dynasty.
"Sir, we will be able to reach Shangjun tomorrow. We have already arrived at the post office." The guard said respectfully.
"Well, let's go and rest for a night first." Feng Quji nodded.
Feng Quji has become accustomed to the coming and going of people at the post office.
Thanks to the post office, the court's income increased a lot, and there were many places in the court to make money. These were all thought up by Zhao Qingrui.
"Excuse me, old sir, we only have middle-class rooms here," the clerk at the post office said kindly.
"Then let's take a middle-class room." Feng Quji didn't make things difficult for others. He had been staying in high-class rooms along the way, and the service in the high-class rooms was very good. It would be nice to try a middle-class room.
"Thank you for your understanding, old sir. I will bring you some of our local specialties to try later." The old man's understanding made the clerk feel relieved.