Chapter 1 Chapter 1 A tattered horse in the woods...
A tattered carriage was moving slowly in the grove. The driver was an elderly man who kept talking about his grandson's promising future.
The person in the car responded from time to time, and through the half-lifted curtain, he could see the person inside, squinting his eyes slightly.
It’s not that Hezhou doesn’t want to pay attention to the other party, but he really doesn’t know what to say. Any college student who has been playing around for two years will be like this when he travels through time.
When he just came through, he was lying on the street, his clothes were torn, his head was dizzy and he was about to faint in the next second.
I heard the vegetable vendor next to me say that he had been kicked out of the inn four days ago because he had no money. He has been lying here for three days and there has been no movement at all.
He racked his brains, lying still for three days without any movement, which meant that the original owner had been dead for three days and no one had discovered it.
The hunger in his body kept pressing on him, his mind was buzzing like an old computer, and his eyes were fixed on the dishes on the stall.
The vendor, probably frightened by his gaze, threw him a skinny carrot and kept muttering, "You ate my food, so listen to me and lie down somewhere else. You're disturbing my business here."
The owner of the nearby hotel came out upon hearing the noise, his face tilted upwards with his arms folded, his tone full of mockery, "Oh my! You're lucky to still be alive. I was thinking about getting your tattered luggage back. Hurry up and find a job. Those things are enough to cover the store's expenses. Stop wasting your time with me."
"Look at you! You look so vicious, you don't look like a Wenquxing at all, you look like a bandit."
Hezhou's hands and feet were weak and he was confused about the situation. He chewed the radish with difficulty. He was so hungry that he ignored the spicy taste of the radish and only thought it was delicious.
He rolled his eyes and looked at the other person, his gray eyes were clear.
He had eaten half of the radish when he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance. Two men in official uniforms came over, holding a box and a high school sign in their hands, and stood straight in front of him.
The noises around him finally stopped. He squatted on the ground and saw only a pair of brand new cloth boots in front of him. The mocking voices beside him became more emphasized at some point. It was so lively that even the owner of the hotel across the street came out.
"Oh my god! Is this even possible?"
"I've already inquired about it. It's only enough to be a county magistrate, but it can also change one's fate."
"Who says it's not? Then wouldn't Shopkeeper Wang be in trouble?"
Hezhou stood up while combing his hair. His black hands took the official uniform, official seal and some money. He could not understand the ancient silver coins, and his only thought was to eat!
He rushed into the hotel across the street, slapped a piece of silver on the table, and said weakly, "Serve me a good meal, prepare some clothes for me, and find a doctor."
"Hey! Okay!"
Everything went much more smoothly afterwards. The hotel was renovated for a few days and reopened only after he left. He didn't know the concept of a silver ingot, but the waiter arranged everything for him very well during these few days and even hired a carriage and bought him some dry food.
After feeling comfortable, Hezhou was in trouble. He had to take up the post after receiving the official seal. Although he was only a small county magistrate, he knew nothing about this aspect.
The carriage traveled intermittently for half a month. As soon as it entered the woods, the driver told him the good news. After passing the woods, it would be the Qilan County where he would take up his post.
Hezhou held his head in his hand in frustration, his brows furrowed, cursing inwardly, "Isn't this just forcing him to do something? He didn't study management, and he had no intention of taking the civil service exam. It's not like he traveled through time at a good time."
"Sir! Look!" the coachman exclaimed and stopped the carriage.
"What happened?" A cry of surprise interrupted his thoughts.
Hezhou's catapult start only hopes that the trees in front are broken or the mountains are cracked, forcing them to turn back. It would be best if they can repair it within a year or half a year before taking office.
Contrary to expectations, there was a complete road ahead, but a man in white clothes covered in blood was lying on the ground next to it.
The white clothes were already stained red and the pattern could not be seen clearly. If we had to analyze how the injury occurred, it was probably caused by sliding down the hillside and being hit by trees of different heights and falling to the ground.
He stood there for a while until the driver kept calling him "sir" and he came to his senses. You know, Hezhou had never seen such a scene before.
He forced himself to comfort himself by saying that everything was fine. The tall figure loomed over the person in front of him, and the man's slight movement showed that he was still alive.
Hezhou's first reaction was to call an ambulance. He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and the slight pain made him put aside this outrageous idea and start analyzing the situation urgently.
Although the person in front of him was injured, it was obvious that the clothes he was wearing were made of high-quality material, which looked like silk, and he fell near this kale.
It's possible that he is the son of a wealthy businessman in the city. If I rescue him now, I can gain a foothold. Even if he is not the son of a wealthy businessman, I can avoid a lot of troubles and earn a good reputation by taking care of the injured.
He thought about it and found that there seemed to be no harm in it. The key was that he was alone now and needed a companion.
Hezhou thought about it again and again and carefully carried the person into the car.
"This place is in the middle of nowhere, with no village or shop nearby. I guess they're from Zhuqi County."
"Yes, I think so." The driver wiped the sweat off his face carefully and increased the speed of the car. The journey that should have taken a day was compressed into half a day.
At noon, they arrived at the Qilan County Government Office. Only two registrars were standing at the door, leaning against stone lions and dozing off.
It was not until the carriage stopped that the two men came over, straightened their clothes, and greeted the guests in a daze.
"County Magistrate?"
"Well, find a doctor and leave someone to take me to the inner house." Hezhou carried the person in his arms and walked inside.
The two officials exchanged a glance, leaving behind a thin young man with a smile on his face. "Sir, you have had a hard journey. My name is Ajia, and that one is Ading. Please follow me."
"Our place is remote, and we haven't had a county magistrate for many years. We are the only two serving here. Please forgive us for our poor hospitality, County Magistrate!"
What a great advance disclaimer! Hezhou only understood what it meant after he walked through three doors and entered the prefectural court.
Only the most remote guest room in the inner courtyard was cleared out. He originally thought that it was a place to stay for the young man in his arms, so it didn't matter if it was a little out of the way.
When he finished packing and went back to the main house the same way he came, he saw the door was full of junk piled up. In one room, a vase even fell to the ground with a crisp sound when he opened the door.
Ajia said sorry and drove him out with a bamboo broom. Hezhou was not very knowledgeable but he was not a fool.
Although these rooms were filled with junk, there was not even a speck of dust. There were even traces of dragging in front of the doors. It was probably because they knew he was coming and had just filled the rooms.
That secluded guest room is reserved for him!
This made Hezhou's rebelliousness rise, and he had to stay!
He waved his sleeves, his expression unchanged, but his tone darkened. "Find some time to clear all of this out. Also, is there an artist in the county who can draw a notice for the guy in the house? I saw him injured on the road and brought him back."
Ah Jia stood still with his broom, thinking for a moment and shaking his head repeatedly, "Grandpa, I'm afraid that man is not from our county. I don't even remember him. Let's not waste our time."
"Grandpa, the doctor is here." Ading had appeared behind him at some point, looking at him with a smile.
Hezhou frowned, his eyes filled with even more irritation. Wasn't it said that in ancient times, officials of higher rank could crush others to death? These two brothers?
He was so angry that he couldn't vent it. He was afraid of offending people in this remote mountain area by saying too much, so he could only hold his anger and take it to the side room.
In the courtyard, Ading and Ajia huddled together and stared at Hezhou. The two cunning guys asked him about his family background without any reservation.
Hezhou only gave a vague answer. The fact that the original owner was almost starving to death on the streets revealed his family background. Seeing that he did not answer, the attitudes of the two men gradually became colder, and they did not take the county magistrate seriously at all.
The doctor came out soon and walked straight to Hezhou. "Did the adults bring him here? He doesn't seem to be from our area. He's lucky. It's just a superficial injury. He hit his head when he fell and fainted. Just give him some tranquilizers."
"Okay, I understand." Hezhou nodded in agreement.
The doctor had no intention of leaving. He stood there and smiled awkwardly, "Sir, look at the money for the medicine..."
Hezhou looked up and took out all the remaining change he had. Since the man in white was dressed so well, he would surely not be short of some.
Having said that, he still left some change just in case.
The doctor took the money and left without stopping. Ajia and Ading huddled together, whispering to each other.
Hezhou just felt a headache, so he went into the house. However, the discussion outside became louder after a while.
"He looks so fierce, but he's actually just a paper tiger."
"I guess he didn't give us any money, otherwise why would he come to our place? Hey! Xiaoliu, guess when he'll leave..."
"I bet... eight days..."
The intermittent words made Hezhou angry, and grievances and anger surged in his heart. He had traveled through time inexplicably and had an inexplicable official position.
Looking around, there was nothing to throw around. The small room only had a bed, a worn tea table and a cabinet.
The only bed was occupied by a wounded man, so he could only move a stool and lie down beside the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.
In his dream, he was thinking about modern life. The last scene was him rushing out of the fire holding a child from an unknown family. He was in a trance when he came out.
There were sharp cries of emergency treatment and shouts from the crowd. It seemed as if someone had taken the child from his arms. Hezhou seemed to be looking at himself from a God's perspective. He fell to the ground and the paramedics carried him onto a stretcher.
"Wake up... wake up... hold on... don't sleep... wake up..."
The sound became louder and louder as if it was right next to my ear, and the unclear sound gradually became clearer.
Hezhou opened his eyes in a daze. It was already dawn and he felt uncomfortable sleeping. His waist and neck were sore. It was the injured young man who woke him up.
A pair of dark peach blossom eyes looked straight at him, without any emotion.
"Are you awake? Wait for me to see if there is any boiled water." Hezhou stood up in a daze. He remembered that in TV dramas, people who woke up after being injured usually had to drink water.
He felt around the table and found two more candles on it. Tea sets and medicine bags were also placed on it. He picked up the teapot and shook it. It was full of water.
"Do you mind if it's cold?"
"fine."
The word "duanduan" flashed through Hezhou's mind. He nodded, picked up the teapot, and picked up a cup.
The young man drank water slowly, his handsome face showed signs of illness, and his long black hair fell on his shoulders, revealing his noble and elegant temperament.
"Thank you, my name is Xie Xunzhi."
Hezhou was stunned for a moment before answering, "Hezhou, I'm the newly appointed county magistrate. Are you from Qilan County?"
"Probably not. How did I get here?"
"Ahhh, didn't I just take office? I saw you lying on the ground outside the city, so I brought you back. Sir, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Hezhou lowered his head and opened his mouth embarrassedly, with two fingers intertwined.
Xie Xunzhi blinked, still maintaining his cold and aloof nobleman's air, and said in a gentle voice, "Brother He is my savior, so it's okay to tell him."
Hezhou told his experience like pouring beans, vaguely saying that he died once because he had no money, and when he woke up he remembered nothing. He then carefully recounted the persecution he suffered from Ajia Ading.
He felt much better after he had spoken out his worries, and he saw that the other party was still not impatient at all.
At the end he felt a little embarrassed and stammered out the fact that he seemed to have no money.
"But Brother He, I might not have any money left... and I seem to have lost my memory..."
Hezhou suddenly looked up and met his cold eyes.
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