“Did you sell the land?”

The thin middle-aged man stared at Han Xin and looked at him.

Han Xin was slightly stunned, Tian?

What's this all!

Although he was confused, Han Xin still nodded honestly and said, "Not bad."

"The Great Qin rule is that those who sell fertile land in the imperial court are sentenced to death."

After the thin middle-aged man finished speaking, he picked up the wine again, raised his head and drank it all.

this?

Han Xin's face immediately changed, but soon he calmed down and laughed.

"Ha ha!"

"Sir, joking."

The thin man put down Jiu Jue and asked Han Xin: "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Although faith is not talented, it is not so stupid. I have also learned about it before selling the land. There is no such order in the Qin Dynasty."

Han Xin is extremely confident and decisive.

"Not before. After you sold your land, the Lord of Huaiyin County reported this matter. Your Majesty was angry and issued this law."

The thin man seemed to know everything well and told the story.

Han Xin's face began to look ugly. How could this happen?

The thin man seemed to have not seen Han Xin's face at all, and continued to say to himself: "The Zhu Niu family who bought your field has been arrested and should be executed in just two days."

Is this a huge disaster?

Han Xin had a handsome face, no more bloody color.

My ambitions have not been realized yet.

I have not used my own strategy yet.

Is it over like this?

No……

I'm not willing to...

Han Xin was fighting with a man and a man in his heart, and his handsome face changed rapidly.

The thin man did not disturb him, but sat there, savoring the fine wine in Juezhong.

After about a moment, Han Xin's expression calmed down again. He looked at the thin man and asked, "How did sir know about this?"

Han Xin was nervous for a long time and cleared his thoughts again. This person seemed to be here for himself.

For some reason, he felt a vague feeling that there seemed to be an invisible big hand manipulating everything.

Is this a bit too coincidental?

As soon as I sold the land, the court issued this law?

How did the man in front of him find himself?

Why did he tell himself this?

What exactly does he want to do?

Han Xin was full of doubts and worried and uneasy.

"I am Meng Zhi, the governor of Huaiyang County, and of course I know all this."

The thin middle-aged man smiled silently and told him his identity calmly.

"Han Xin, a Caomin, has met the county magistrate."

Han Xin rubbed it, stood up, bowed to Meng Zhi and said.

"It's okay! It's not in the court."

Meng Zhi smiled and said to Han Xin, he had no airs on his body, giving people an approachable feeling.

Although Meng Zhi said this, Han Xin dared not be arrogant and stood there honestly and did not dare to take his seat again.

"Sir, did you happen to meet this place on the way? Or?"

Han Xin wanted to speak but stopped. Looking at Meng Zhi, he believed that the other party understood what he meant.

"Come specifically for you."

Meng Zhi looked at Han Xin without any hesitation.

"Did the adults come to catch villains?"

If Han Xin said he was not nervous in his heart, he would be deceiving himself.

The person in front of me is the highest executive of a county and he is also guilty of death. He is like a mouse who sees a cat, and he is so guilty that he is so angry.

"Ha ha!"

Meng Zhi put down Jiu Jue and laughed.

"Sir, why are you laughing?"

Han Xin was very puzzled.

"If you want to arrest you, Han Xin, do you need me, the county magistrate to do it yourself? Just send a few yamen runners, can you, Han Xin, still have three heads and six arms?"

"Besides, I am the governor of Huaiyang County. You are from Sishui County and are not under my jurisdiction."

Meng Zhi stroked his beard and joked.

Well, it seems that's the reason!

Han Xin nodded and asked back, "Was that adult here to save the villain?"

"You have committed a death sentence. Although I am a county magistrate, I can't save you."

Meng Zhi shook his head, looked at Han Xin with an expectant look on his face and sighed.

"Why did that adult come after working hard?"

When Han Xin heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Abide by the nobles."

Meng Zhi said with a serious expression.

"Who?"

Han Xin asked.

"Not to say, no to say!"

Meng Zhi smiled mysteriously.

Han Xin was becoming more and more confused. He was just a poor boy who couldn't even afford to eat. When did he meet noble people?

My ancestors have indeed been brilliant, but I don’t know how many years of old calendar it has been.

Where are there any noble old friends now?

If so?

Why wait until now?

"Can a noble man save me?"

Han Xin thought about it and said that since the other party could drive the guards of a county, he was afraid that the origin was amazing, and at least he was a powerful boss in the temple.

"It depends on your own luck."

Meng Zhi said something in his words, and he said it in one pun.

Although Han Xin didn't know what the other party was selling, he knew very well that his only life could only be tied to the Huaiyang County Magistrate.

He knelt down at Mengzhi, bowed deeply and said, "I would like to teach me how to save my life today. If it is a Japanese and Korean faith who can escape from heaven, he will remember the kindness of his greatness forever."

Meng Zhi stood up, looked at Han Xin who was kneeling down and begging, and helped him up and said, "I can show you a way out, it depends on whether you agree."

"Please make it clear."

Han Xin said hurriedly.

"There are no five fingers in the world who can save you, but only one person is willing to save you. If you want to survive, you have to go to Xianyang. Whether you can save your life depends on yourself."

Meng Zhi patted Han Xin on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

Xianyang?

The center of world rights!

This was the place he dreamed of all his life, but he couldn't even eat, so he had some money to get into Xianyang?
To be continued...