Yuezhou has a suitable climate, making it ideal for rice cultivation.
Moreover, the area is rainy and mountainous, resulting in a unique landscape.
This is also why Nam Chi led everyone to move here.
When they arrived at the city gate, soldiers were already waiting there.
Song Hanyan returned after gathering the information.
"Right now we need to register. Once we've registered enough, we'll be assigned to other places."
One by one, the villagers of Taile stepped forward to register.
In the afternoon, notices were posted at the city gate.
Nan Chungu squeezed in to take a look.
"Big sister, we've been assigned to Ping'an Village!" Nan Chungu said happily upon returning.
Nanzhi collected the herbs that had been drying on the ground.
"Hurry up and pack your things." If I'm not mistaken, officials will take them to their accommodation today or tomorrow.
In the afternoon, Zheng Xinghai and his family rushed over.
“Nan girl, our family has been assigned to Anfeng Village, so we’re not in the same village.”
Zheng Xinghai was very sorry.
The villagers of Tai Le Village were separated into different villages.
Nanzhi was also heartbroken. After spending so much time together and going through thick and thin together, how could there be no affection between them?
I knew we would part ways someday, but I never expected it to come so soon.
Although everyone was sad, everyone still held onto hope for life.
After experiencing so much, nothing is more precious than peaceful and quiet days.
That evening, Nam Chi noticed that the men who had been following them were gradually disappearing from the group.
Realizing what was happening, the Nan family members all kept their mouths shut and pretended not to see anything.
Even Qian Lanfang, who usually loves to chat, shut her mouth.
Those people are clearly not to be trifled with, so it's best not to say anything.
The next day, the officials and soldiers registered all the refugees and sent people to take them to my home.
The Nan family followed the soldiers to Ping'an Village.
The yamen runners brought the person to Nanzhi.
“Lord Nan,” the yamen runner handed Nan Zhi twenty taels of silver, “this is a resettlement allowance specially prepared for you by our county magistrate.”
Nanzhi raised an eyebrow.
Watching the constables walk away, Song Hanyan stepped forward.
"The magistrate of Qin'an County certainly knows how to handle people."
Nan Zhi nodded. She had only been here a short time when the magistrate sent her silver.
It is evident that the magistrate of Qin'an County was very well-informed.
In any case, we need to settle down first.
The village chief of Ping'an Village was already waiting at the village entrance. When he saw a large group of people coming, he quickly went to greet them.
Ping'an Village is neither too good nor too bad.
It's near a river, but precisely because it's near a river, nobody usually chooses this location.
There are about two or three hundred people in the village, and more than one hundred people from the county were assigned to their village.
Other villages struggle with how to accommodate these people, but Ping'an Village is different.
They were very welcoming.
Wang Zhenmin watched with a smile as a large group of people approached.
Chen Guang, who was behind him, stepped forward and said, "Village chief, you should be more discreet. Don't let them see through you."
Other villages looked grumpy when they saw so many outsiders coming into their village, but you were the one smiling the most happily.
"Ahem." Wang Zhenmin's smile faded.
The person who came to pick them up today specially wore the newest clothes in order to meet these people.
The villagers of Ping'an Village were puzzled as they watched the approaching carriage.
Are all homeless people this rich now?
Throughout the journey, Nam Tze kept observing the terrain surrounding Ping An Village.
It is near a river, but some distance away from the distant mountains.
With lush aquatic plants and dense vegetation, it truly is an excellent place.
Nanzhi could not hide her excitement.
Wang Zhenmin straightened his chest and said, "I'm sure the yamen runners who came here explained everything to you. From now on, Ping'an Village will be your place of residence. It's written on your household registration documents that you will be residents of Ping'an Village from now on. You can't run away."
Chen Guang nudged Wang Zhenmin without making a sound.
"Village chief, that's too much. Don't scare them away."
"Yes, yes," Wang Zhenmin said with a smile.
"Please, everyone."
Chen Guang covered his face, no wonder there were so few people in the village, their village chief looked just like a street swindler.
Nan Chungu whispered to Nan Chunxian, "Brother, this village feels a bit strange."
Nan Chunxian also sensed it.
The person who came to pick them up had such an air of authority that it seemed they wanted to give them a hard time.
"What should we do then?" Nan Chungu asked anxiously.
Nan Chunxian shook his head.
Nan Chungu thought to himself: If they try to steal my things, I'll fight them to the death.
The group consisted mostly of people from other villages, most of whom they did not know.
Therefore, very few families, like the Nan family, arrived in horse-drawn carriages.
Wang Zhenmin couldn't help but take a few more glances.
At a glance, I spotted a few handsome young men in the crowd.
And the woman standing at the very front, dressed plainly, had an air about her that didn't seem like she came from a poor family; she seemed more like a young lady from a city family.
Wang Zhenmin couldn't help but wonder about the family's identity.
Many people have left Ping'an Village over the years, resulting in a large number of houses remaining.
However, there were too many people, so to ensure fairness, a lottery system was adopted.
Some were assigned adobe houses, while others drew the best tiled houses.
Take it to the corresponding place according to the position you draw.
Nan Chungu held the lottery ticket he had drawn with great interest.
"Brother, believe me, our family will definitely live in a brick house with tiled roof, or at the very least, an earthen house."
Nan Chunxian sighed, wondering where his younger brother's charming confidence came from.
When the villagers arrived at the place with their families, Nan Chungu was dumbfounded.
After so many years, we've gone back to square one.
"A thatched hut!" Qian Lanfang exclaimed.
"What terrible luck! I might as well have gone."
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