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Today the clouds were very low, thick, gloomy, and snowing.

Wuping County is not big, with square and several main streets intersected, and the county government office is the center.

Compared with other yamen, Wuping County is much simpler, with mottled eaves and old traces everywhere.

In the public room, Lu Qingyuan looked a little restless. He spread his pen on the table, but he couldn't write it in a few times.

The day before yesterday, he received information that the barbarian army was found in the territory. The barbarian army invaded, looted a village, and then disappeared.

All traces show that the other party has not left and is still wandering in Wuping County.

A team of barbarian troops, with dozens of people, had strong combat power, which was enough to cause danger to Wuping County. There were hundreds of troops stationed in the county, some of which remained in the county town, and some were dispersed to patrol.

If the barbarian army came directly to attack the county town, Lu Qingyuan would not be afraid, but instead would not be able to find it. He would be afraid that the other party would attack guerrillas and burn and kill and rob, which would be a headache.

More importantly, Lu Qingyuan knew that Chen Sanlang was in Wuping County.

I saw each other quickly that day and separated, but Lu Qingyuan was very thoughtful and could probably guess some clues.

In this way, a big problem will arise - if the team of barbarians accidentally bump into Chen Sanlang and his party, what should we do?

Lu Qingyuan was immediately scared and sweated. He quickly dispatched people to investigate and search, and be sure to find the whereabouts of the barbarian army.

However, two days later, no discovery was found. The barbarian army disappeared without a trace like mud cows entering the sea.

Wuping County has a complex landform, many mountains and dense forests, and it is indeed difficult to track it once you get in. Moreover, the county is short of manpower now, and a lot of manpower can deal with the affairs of refugees, so it is difficult to get out of here.

It is of great importance. Lu Qingyuan was thinking whether he should report to the prefecture city and ask the mansion to send troops. If Chen Sanlang had returned to Laoshan Prefecture safely at this time, it would be better.

The barbarian army invaded the border, which should be just the sentry in the front line. No one knew whether there would be a large army behind us. In fact, on the day he received the information, he had already reported it as soon as possible after he found out the situation, but he did not mention Chen Sanlang's incident.

And today, Lu Qingyuan couldn't sit still.

"Report!"

The mens shouted.

"Come in."

The gate soon entered the room, bowed and said, "The Southwest Patrol reported that he had found the Lord of the Mansion."

"Really?"

Lu Qingyuan was excited and stood up suddenly.

"It has been confirmed that they are coming to the county town."

"Okay, very good... hurry up, prepare to greet..."

Lu Qingyuan was overjoyed and expressed his feelings. As long as Chen Sanlang had nothing to do, he was better than anything else. He tossed and turned these two days, and now he was finally relieved.

...

Thirty miles outside Wuping County, a group of people were walking towards the county town.

Wang Cheng led the horse and walked in front to open the way. His wings dispersed, forming a slight wingguard to form protection.

They are one of the many patrol teams in Wuping County, with only fifteen people, all of which are older veterans. Wang Cheng is the captain. He was trained in the military camp of Fucheng and met Chen Sanlang. He was impressed by this young adult. Therefore, when the two sides met, he immediately recognized him and immediately dismounted and saluted.

Chen Sanlang was so happy that he had no explanation when he was recognized. He just wanted to go to the county town. I believe Lu Qingyuan had been waiting there.

As Wang Cheng walked, he thought to himself, not knowing why the Lord of the Mansion suddenly appeared here, and he also brought a large group of people.

Those people were dirty and covered in dust, and they could tell they were refugees at first glance.

It is not surprising that refugees come. Since the beginning of winter, refugees have been in a constant stream of time. After entering the country, they have taken their own people to the resettlement site, eat hot porridge, and move into the refugee site.

However, the group of people following Chen Sanlang now are a bit different. Many of them are young and strong, and carry bows, arrows, swords and guns with them. Although the production is simple, it is enough to show their identity, which is different from other displaced refugees.

Wang Cheng was puzzled, but he would never ask too much. It was not his turn to ask about these things. As long as Chen Sanlang was safely sent to the county town, a single contribution would naturally not be eliminated.

The people from Hongjia Village came out of the mountains and were busy and were very tired. When they met patrol soldiers before, everyone was shocked and held the weapons beside them tightly. This was a completely subconscious reaction. However, soon, they saw the captain of the team leader respectfully saluting Chen Sanlang, saying "Sir".

At this time, no matter how stupid the villagers were, they knew that Chen Sanlang had an extraordinary identity.

Identity is often a label, and different identities can give people a different impression. Some identities are easily convinced as soon as they are revealed; while some identities often provoke suspicion after being spoken out. In short, judging people by appearance and judging people by identity have both long history and traditions that have existed since ancient times.

Chen Sanlang's identity as a "adult" suddenly made everyone feel awe-inspiring.

When in the mountains, Chen Sanlang kept saying that he could let everyone go out for food. Although everyone chose to follow, he had no choice but to bet. After all, there were doubts in his heart. Who wouldn’t know what it was? Besides, Chen Sanlang’s origin is mysterious and he didn’t know the depth. Who knew if it was a conspiracy?

But now, this trace of doubt has disappeared and no longer exists. When they saw Lu Qingyuan leading a large group of people to greet each other, each with a humble attitude, Hong Ada and others were all honored and had a glory on their faces.

They had a relationship with Chen Sanlang.

When Lu Qingyuan saw Chen Sanlang and a large group of refugees, he was secretly surprised. After thinking about it, he felt relieved. It must have been met by Chen Sanlang halfway. But since it was brought back by the young master himself, the treatment would naturally be higher.

Chen Sanlang asked: "Does there still be free places in Qingyuan? "

Lu Qingyuan hurriedly said, "Yes, don't worry, young master, I will arrange them properly."

Chen Sanlang nodded and said no more. He entered the county town and went straight to the county government. Lu Qingyuan had asked someone to arrange a banquet to wait. The dishes on the table were not rich, but there was rice and meat, which was enough. In short, he had eaten fish these days, and he was quite fucked. When he saw rice, he could eat at least three big bowls.

Hong Ada and Hong Tiezhu were invited to the table, both of them blushed, with a cramped expression and looked very restrained.

They are simple by nature, and have never attended such a scene? They don’t even know how to place their hands.

Chen Sanlang greeted him warmly, which made the two of them gradually relax. The main reason was that the food was delicious and it was a delicious dish. After taking a bite, I couldn't help it. No matter how rituals and faces were used, I could not help it. What kind of etiquette is the importance of filling my stomach?
Chapter completed!