The place where the Triumph soldiers held a celebration banquet was not elsewhere, it was the barracks that Wu Mian had visited before.

The wine is full of fragrance here, and the aroma of stewed meat can be clearly smelled across two streets.

However, although it was a celebration banquet for the Triumph soldiers, as Wu Mian said, in the current situation of Langzhou and Yikangda City, it is impossible to hold a wasteful banquet. It was just stewed some pretty good meat and prepared enough rice and pancakes. The others were that each person had a large plate of fried locusts and a large jar of turbid wine, and nothing else.

But this is enough for the soldiers.

They are all from Langzhou. They know very well that Langzhou is not a wealthy place and has no extra wine and meat. No matter how hard or tiring they train on weekdays, they just drink broth a month. Even if they eat meat, they are only stewed and rotten shredded pork.

Now everyone has meat to eat, and there is enough alcohol and staple food to eat with open stomachs. What else is it that makes them unsatisfied?

It can even be said that they joined the army for this moment!

Can eat enough, eat meat, and get drunk.

Above the corner building, Wu Mian looked at the scene of eating meat and drinking happily on the school grounds and stuffing things into his mouth with big mouths, and felt indescribable.

For him, the things the soldiers ate, not to mention the modern modern times where the materials were abundant in his previous life, he had never eaten them even in his life.

Although the meat was stewed so hard and there were a lot of spices added, the meat was not fresh, and there was no fresh meat in Langzhou, all of them were cured meat.

Moreover, the weather in Langzhou is hot, and the meat is very easy to deteriorate, even if the meat is marinated. Now Wu Mian smells the deteriorating smell of the meat eaten by the soldiers. Not to mention asking him to eat this kind of meat, it makes him feel a little uncomfortable to smell it next to him.

But the soldiers were still full of oil and joy.

Then, he remembered the victims outside the city.

Silently sighed, Wu Mian whispered to himself: "It's a pity that I'm not a scientist, and I don't remember much of the scientific knowledge I have learned before. Even if there are some ideas, there are no executors. Those ideas are just ideas and cannot be truly transformed into things that can improve productivity and promote people's livelihood..."

"but!"

"I am from the modern civilization of civilization, and now I just hold authority! Even if I can't give them modern civilization for a while, at least I have to give them stability, otherwise wouldn't I seem very incompetent?"

"Where is the adult incompetent?"

While Wu Mian was talking to himself, a voice suddenly sounded behind Wu Mian.

While being shocked, Wu Mian turned around and saw Li Mingtian looking at him with a smile, and his face turned red behind him, as if it was caused by drinking.

"As soon as he came to Langzhou, he killed the monsters, set up plans, save the people invisibly, and block the troubles in the tent. If this is called incompetence, wouldn't the subordinate officials survive and have no achievements yet?"

"It turned out to be Lord Li and Lord Zhao." Wu Mian observed Li Mingtian and Zhao Zhicai without saying a word, thinking about how much they heard their own words.

However, one of the two had a smile on his face, and only the expression of admiration and admiration in his eyes. The other was serious and his eyes were firm, so he could not see anything.

Forget it, what I said was ambiguous, and I did not reveal my origin or the fact that I was pretending to be a magistrate. So what if they heard it?

After reviewing the content he talked to himself, Wu Mian also showed a smiling expression similar to the other party: "Don't the two adults drink a few more drinks with the soldiers?"

Li Mingtian smiled and said, "Isn't Xiaguan worried about Lord Kong?" As he spoke, his expression turned to worry again: "Lord Kong is not feeling well and is so worried about political affairs. How can Xiaguan drink with peace of mind? I saw the adults pale face outside the city. Could it be that he was sick? Do you need to ask the doctor to visit?"

After waved his hand, Wu Mian smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to look at the soldiers who were drinking happily and smiling happily. After a little silence, he said lightly: "Three hundred stones of food are missing, one hundred stones, this is not a small amount. Lord Zhao, do you know where to go to the 100 stones of food?"

Zhao Zhi took Li Mingtian and looked at him, then stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Sir, the lower official does not know where the 100 stones of grain will go. But when the lower official killed the Dadao Sect, he found that four recorded Dadao Sect disciples, including Hu Zhonghuang, the son of the Dadao Sect, were not with them. The lower official guessed that the 100 stones of grain might have been taken away by them."

"Then where can they take it?" Wu Mian asked, knocking on the guardrail of the Kou Tower with his fingers: "Is it given to Shakosha bandits?"

Shagang, sand bandit, sand bandit, sand bandit actually refer to a type of people, hiding in the vast and boundless Langzhou desert, hiding passers-by caravans, and even bandits in marginal counties that are difficult to reach by the imperial court!

When Wu Mian sorted out household housing information, he often saw people everywhere being robbed by sand bandits and the words "sand thieves" appearing in commercial roads, so he was naturally familiar with them.

The Dadao Sect robbed the court's food, so the court naturally could not allow them to continue to exist, and Bai Dao naturally couldn't survive.

If Bai Dao can't keep going, then he can only go to the underworld and become a bandit!

However, Dadao Sect used to be idle and often assisted the court in clearing out the sand bandits. Now, if you want to surrender to the sand bandits, how could the sand bandits easily accept it?

Sent a letter!

From ancient times to the present, the simplest and most effective way to join the original hostile forces is to vote for the letter.

The Big Sword Sect needs to vote for the title before joining the sand bandits to become one of them. The best testimonial for the title is robbing grain and delivering grain!

After all, no matter when, the sand bandits, such as the horse bandits who were not engaged in production, were always short of food and offered food, especially the food seized from the court. What could prove the attitude of the Dadaomen better than this?

When Wu Mian learned that the food of 300 stones was less than 100 stones, only 200 stones, he had two conjectures at that time.

One thing is that Zhao Zhi took them and embezzled the 100 stones of food and hid it as spoils.

The other is that the Dadaomen surrendered to the sand bandits and sent part of the robbed food to the sand bandits as a letter of denunciation.

The first possibility is that Wu Mian thought about it and felt that the possibility was not high.

His new magistrate has not burned three fires yet. Even if he has some thoughts, Zhao Zhicai would not be so obvious. So wouldn’t he give him the right to do it?

As long as Zhao Zhi is not a fool, he will not deduct food privately and do such a thing that can cause trouble.

In this way, the amount of 100 stones of food is likely to be given to the Sha Bandit by the Dadao Gate as a letter of surrender.

Zhao Zhi looked at Li Mingtian, and saw Li Mingtian nodding to him, then stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Xiaguan is not clear about this matter, but Xiaguan and Li both think that this possibility is very large. However, when Xiaguan cleared the Dadao Sect, there were no signs of separation in their convoy, nor were there any traces of large-scale crowd movements..."

“No signs of separation or large-scale crowd movement were found?”

Wu Mian turned around, his eyes as cold as winter.

One hundred stones, five or six tons of food!

If so much food is not pulled by horse, carriage, ox, and people have to move it away, it will inevitably leave obvious traces.

But now Zhao Zhicai said that he did not find any traces...

"In other words, the robbery of grain was not only done by the Big Daomen, but also the sand bandits were involved?" After speaking in a slightly cold voice, Wu Mian stared at Zhao Zhike for a moment, and said lightly: "Continue to check. Find the whereabouts of those beasts. I believe that Lord Zhao will not disappoint me in this matter."

Zhao Zhiqie was slightly stunned, just about to say something, but suddenly he saw Wu Mian looking at his prey like a poisonous snake, cold and vicious, and instantly felt a chill behind him, almost unable to control his chills.

"Here!"

Nodding indifferently, Wu Mian turned around and looked at the soldiers who were still eating and drinking, and then passed Zhao Zhiche and Li Mingtian.

But after crossing the two, Wu Mian paused and turned around: "Mr. Zhao, the safety of the food channel depends entirely on you. Don't let me disappoint the people of the disaster in Langzhou. Lord. Li, please let Long Hao prepare for the creation of the Locust King before tomorrow. I am still feeling a little uncomfortable, so I won't accompany you."

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Li Mingtian and Zhao Zhi to get the answer.

After watching Wu Mian leave, Zhao Zhiche suddenly coughed, approached Li Mingtian, and whispered in Langzhou dialect: "This magistrate is not simple."

Li Mingtian glanced at him sideways: "There are hundreds of millions of people and millions of scholars in the Song Dynasty. Only one top scholar has been there in three years, and he is from the Yongjia School. How could Master Kong be simple? How could it be simple?"

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After returning to the government office and confirming that the household officials were still proofreading the data, Wu Mian returned to his room and leaned on the couch a little weakly.

It only took a few days to come to Langzhou, but all the things he had made him feel anxious and exhausted.

But before he could rest, the door was pushed open.

Wu Mian instinctively sat upright, looked over with a frown, and found that it was not someone else who pushed the door, but Song Yingyue, and let go of her frown again.

"So it's senior sister." After getting off the bed, Wu Mian smiled and said, "Senior sister, can you find a good place to pray for rain?"

Song Yingyue nodded up and down, frowned slightly and said, "According to the terrain of Kangda City, I decided to set up an altar at the East Gate to pray for rain. However, there are some problems with the pulsation of the dragon veins in Langzhou, and I can't grasp the best time to pray for rain. I still need to wait for Lord Zhuge to come back and discuss with him."

"There is a problem with the dragon vein?" Wu Mian suddenly felt his head hurt again and he felt anxious inside.

Not only did he have another problem that made him a headache, but he didn't even know what the dragon vein was, which was completely his blind spot in knowledge.

After all, I have accumulated too little!

After sighing inwardly, Wu Mian raised his hand and looked at his watch, confirmed the time and said, "Now it's almost the right time. When does senior sister think we'll be suitable for us to dream?"

While asking, he recalled the chart he had already recorded, but found that he could not accurately structure the drawing in his brain for a while, and he couldn't help but frown again.

"The Xu time...it's still the Hai time. There are so many things in Shangzhou, and I don't know when the senior brother will rest. If it's too early, maybe the senior brother is still awake and cannot fall asleep."

Wu Mian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Then let's get Hai Zheng."
Chapter completed!