Who would write a letter to her?
Seeing her bewildered expression, the other person said, "Miss Qiao, have you forgotten me?"
Qiao Lian'er looked at the completely unfamiliar face: "Ah? Uncle, we really don't think we've met before."
The man laughed: "A month ago, my two sons and I came here. At that time, you even made a bet with one of my sons by that bridge."
Qiao Lian'er suddenly remembered.
Pei Zhujin, Pei Shijiu.
She did indeed tell the two of them that if there were any changes, they could write her a letter.
To my surprise, they actually wrote back a month later.
Actually, she didn't have high expectations.
In ancient times, carrier pigeons were used to deliver messages. Pigeons would deliver messages along familiar routes and required training and simple breeding. Here, however, they did not breed carrier pigeons, so delivering messages was not such an easy task.
She was just giving herself some psychological comfort, gambling on that one in ten million chance.
If there are major changes, there is still hope.
What if someone sends her a message by fast horse, thus averting some danger for her?
The man added, "I was right next to the two gentlemen at the time, but Miss Qiao didn't notice me."
"Uncle, what's your name?"
My surname is Fang.
"Hello Uncle Fang, I bet the two young masters have already returned home."
"Yes, I went back a long time ago, but the eldest young master kept me here and asked me to train some pigeons to travel to and from Lianzhou, so that it would be convenient for me to write and receive letters."
Fang Hong handed a letter to Qiao Lian'er: "This was written by the eldest young master himself."
This letterbox is made of bamboo and has some exquisite carvings on it. For confidentiality, the lid is sealed with mud, and there are no signs of it being opened.
Qiao Lian'er put the mailbox away first.
"Uncle Fang must be tired after delivering the letter. Come inside and have some tea."
"No, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb Miss Qiao any longer. The letter has been delivered, so I'll take my leave now."
Fang Hong cupped his hands in greeting, mounted his horse, turned it around, and spurred it on.
Qiao Lian'er knew that those who obeyed orders usually wouldn't stay as guests, so she said, "Then Uncle Fang, have a safe journey."
After passing the section of road above, Fang Hong slowed down his horse and looked down. The muddy river water began to clear, the bridge stood firm, and the rice in the fields was golden.
It seems that the flood prevention and disaster relief efforts here have been quite effective this year.
Then I saw another branch channel dug out, and it seemed that a new bed had been dug down into the riverbed.
Fang Hong nodded.
These can all be used as lessons learned and absorbed.
Actually, he stayed in the county town not only to receive mail, but also to see the effect of the bridge.
After all, the young master has already copied the bridge design and is waiting to use it in other places, so there can be no mistakes.
Now, we can go back and give the young master an explanation.
Qiao Lian'er opened the letter, which read: "The north is suffering from drought, and vast farmlands have yielded no harvest. Twenty tribes have seized the opportunity to form an alliance, gradually pressing down on the region with overwhelming force. The imperial court is short-handed and unable to cope, so we are urgently requesting silver and grain for this campaign. On July 20th, the Grain Inspection Office was established, and personnel were dispatched to the south to supervise local governments in compiling detailed statistics on farmland harvests and the profits of various businesses and shops. On August 20th, personnel from the Grain Inspection Office set off to various regions to cooperate with local governments and garrisons in collecting silver and grain. The initial collection standard is set at five out of ten, regardless of the number of people or the number of years of operation."
At the end, a sentence was added: The world is not at peace. I hope Miss Qiao is well. I hope that when the weather is calm, I can drink and chat with Miss Qiao again.
Qiao Lian'er stared at the letter for a long time.
My emotions were in turmoil and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
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