"Guest, please don't say such things carelessly."
Upon hearing this, the postmaster subconsciously looked around, then smiled bitterly and said, "You are from other counties and you probably don't know. The prefect of this county has said that the locals are also Qin people, and we should treat them all the same."
Zhao Xin was stunned when he heard this, and then burst into laughter.
He really didn't expect that the prefect of Dahuang County would have a broader mind than him, the Emperor of Qin.
Li Cunxiao couldn't help but laugh and said, "That sounds nice, but it seems to me that these natives don't consider themselves Qin people at all. On the contrary, they look down on the Qin people."
Upon hearing this, the postmaster's face turned even more bitter, and he stammered, "That's not the case. It's just that they don't think highly of us, the people from down here. It's not that they don't consider themselves Qin people."
At this moment, someone nearby suddenly snorted coldly and interrupted, "Humph, nonsense! Of course they wouldn't be Qin people. If they could take advantage of being a Qin person, only a fool would not be a Qin person!"
Everyone turned around and saw that the person who spoke was an old man carrying a broom.
As the man spoke, he walked towards the nearby stable with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be a stable sweeper in this inn.
The postmaster's expression changed slightly when he saw this man, and he quickly said to Zhao Xin and the others, "Guests, please don't listen to this old man's nonsense. He was once a soldier, full of rage, and he dislikes everything."
Zhao Xin and the others were intrigued by the old man's words. They chuckled and asked, "What do you mean, sir? Is there any advantage to being a Qin person? I've been a Qin person my whole life, so I don't know much."
The old man sneered without even turning his head when he heard this, "Of course there is no benefit for you to be a Qin person, that's because you, like my father-in-law, were born a Qin person.
This way, the Qin people will not only not benefit from it, but will also have to perform corvee labor. If it were just that, it would be fine..."
The old man paused at this point, coughed, then stepped over the stable fence, holding his waist, and muttered as he swept, "It's a pity that now, the Qin people in my Dahuang County are not even allowed to go to the Dahuang Mountains to hunt or dig for herbs.
Haha, my father-in-law has been a soldier all his life, serving the Qin Dynasty as a shepherd, but he never imagined that one day, there would be a place within the territory of the Qin Dynasty where the people of the Qin Dynasty could not go.
Zhao Xin and others didn't care much at first, but when they heard this, they couldn't help but frown.
Nan Luoying subconsciously asked, "Why can't the Qin people enter the Great Wilderness Mountain to collect mountain products?"
Upon hearing this, the postmaster nearby turned pale with fear and tried to stop him, but Zhao Xin smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, we are just asking casually, it won't cause any trouble.
But what is this old man talking about?"
"this……"
Upon hearing this, the postmaster's expression changed slightly and he wanted to stop the old man from speaking, but seeing that Zhao Xin and others were dressed elegantly and were carrying weapons, he did not dare to offend them.
Hesitating.
The old man sneered again while sweeping the stables, and said sarcastically: "What else can it be? Of course, the price we pay is to make them the Qin people."
As the old man spoke, he took the direction of the natives and picked it up.
The postmaster quickly explained, "Sir, that's not the case. It's mainly because the hunters and herbalists are always in conflict with the mountain people, so the county magistrate resorted to this desperate measure."
"If there's a conflict between hunters, herbalists, and the mountain dwellers, and they're banned from entering the mountains, how are those hunters and herbalists going to survive?"
Zhao Xin didn't say anything, but Nan Luoying couldn't help but ask back angrily.
“This… I…”
The postmaster smiled awkwardly, looking a little embarrassed.
The old man on the other side sneered, "Your Highness is truly kindhearted. You even care about the lives of those lowly hunters and herbalists. It's a pity that you are not a county governor, much less His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi."
"There's actually something about the King of Qi involved here?"
Kong Xiao asked in surprise.
This time, the postmaster could no longer hold back and said quickly, "Guests, please don't listen to his nonsense anymore. Otherwise, not only you but us as well will be in trouble."
Zhao Xin patted his shoulder and smiled, "It's alright, we're just asking casually. We won't cause you any trouble once we leave this place."
The postmaster finally breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "Guests, do you want to stay overnight or have a meal? If you have a message, I will arrange it for you right away."
Zhao Xin didn't say anything. Cao Xiong took the opportunity to take out a piece of gold leaf and handed it to him, saying, "We are not officials, but travelers. This leaf of gold is the deposit. You can arrange a few rooms for us. If there is not enough, we will make up for it later.
Please buy us some vegetables, rice and meat for meals, and we can cook them ourselves."
The postmaster smiled brightly when he saw the gold, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's enough, but this is a small town, and I'm afraid there aren't so many posthouses..."
"That's fine. You can arrange a good room for each of our young master and lady, and then arrange one for each of these two. We can arrange whatever we want."
Cao Xiong said this and pointed at the Kong brothers and sisters.
Kong Xiao hurriedly said: "Please arrange a room for my sister, I can arrange it casually."
"Okay, wait a moment, we'll make the arrangements."
After saying that, he turned around to leave, but he couldn't help but look at Zhao Xin and others and the old man worriedly. He wanted to say something, but finally shook his head.
Maybe he felt that it was pointless to say anything.
But in fact, after he left, Zhao Xin and others stopped asking questions.
The old man didn't say anything more.
It was not until the old man finished sweeping the stable and was about to leave that Cao Xiong said again, "Father, please help us arrange for the horses and feed them some concentrated feed."
As he spoke, he took out a smaller gold leaf from his bag and handed it over.
The old man shook his head and refused to take the money. He just said, "You and the postmaster should settle the cost of taking care of the animals. I am just an old man who works and I don't charge any money."
Cao Xiong was slightly stunned when he saw this, then he bowed without any hesitation.
The old man acted as if he didn't see it. He put down his broom, slowly opened the door of the cattle pen, and let everyone lead the horses in by themselves.
Naturally, these things will be done by the Nan family's guards, so Zhao Xin doesn't have to worry about them.
After a while, the postmaster came back and told everyone that he had done his best to arrange three fine houses and five large rooms for everyone.
In addition, firewood, rice, vegetables and other supplies were also bought by people, and even two pheasants and two rabbits were bought from the mountain people. In addition, there were sheep raised in the post station, and two of them were brought out to everyone.
This arrangement naturally took all aspects into consideration. Cao Xiong was very satisfied and gave him the gold leaf that he had given to the old man but the latter had not accepted.
The postmaster was naturally very happy, and when he saw that no one was chatting with the old man anymore, he felt relieved and became more enthusiastic towards everyone.
Running around to serve.
The post station had its own stove, and the postmaster ordered people to clean it and let them use it.
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