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In autumn, everything is bleak, but it is a season of harvest. At this time, there are still some days before the harvest, and the fields are already busy and busy.

On the dike, teams of yamen runners rushed around, either monitoring, escorting, or loading cars.

Many households felt heartbroken among the fields.

The autumn has not arrived until now, and the food is too green at this time. The loss can be said to be huge after harvesting, but no one dared to object to the yamen runners.

If there is enough money, who is not selling it?

I urged my horse to enter Mulin Mansion, and all I saw along the way were like this.

When the four masters were no longer restricted, Xu Wenji's high pressure caused the officials in Qingzhou to burst out with extraordinary execution.

The fields are harvesting, and the vehicles are sending.

Many prefectures and counties have been mobilized.

"Drought in Deyang Prefecture..."

Yang Yu's heart sank, urging his horse to walk, and he kept going, and soon arrived at Mulin Mansion.

When he saw the head of Mulin Mansion, the sky had dimmed. When the tide was heavy, Huang Sixiang stood at a high place and directed and shouted.

At this time, the one who complicatedly transported the materials of Mulin Mansion was Huang Sixiang.

He was about to return to Qingzhou City, and Ling Ying brought Xu Wenji's order. In his helplessness, he had to dispatch food and grass here.

Although the canal transport of Mulin Prefecture cannot reach Deyang Prefecture, it is much faster than the land route.

At this time, Mulin Mansion was in full swing. Not only many prefectures and counties in Mulin Mansion, but also prefectures and counties that had no waterway to go, were also transporting food and other supplies in a steady stream.

Then transfer here and send it to the pier closest to Deyang Prefecture, for secondary transportation and direct to the disaster area.

"Um?!"

As soon as Yang Yu stepped into the dock, Huang Sixiang's heart thundered, and his eyes were like lightning to the place where he came from.

"Where did the master come from?"

The thought flashed, and when he saw that it was Yang Yu, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had fallen from a high place and took advantage of the force several times and had already come closer.

"Good boy! I heard you made great contributions again? Good boy, it seems that you will climb onto my husband's head in just a few years!"

Huang Sixiang sighed.

With his channels, he naturally heard about Qingzhou City. This young man was not as famous as the one in his prime and was already famous all over the world.

"It just happened that Mr. Xu was superb."

Yang Yu smiled and said his intentions.

"You are going to Tianlang Pass? It's the adults who are going to do it..."

After hearing Yang Yu’s request, Huang Sixiang frowned, and obviously guessed something.

"I guess so."

Yang Yu looked at the river. At this time, the boat was several times more than before, and the vast river surface seemed a little crowded.

"This letter must be for help! Even if you are at the end of your life, the lord will not mobilize the border troops. He is also an old man who has been flowing out of the mountains. How can he not understand this principle?"

Huang Sixiang seemed to have guessed something, and her face looked a little solemn:

"You are afraid that there will be no peace if you go here..."

The forces of the four great masters, from temples to green forests in the rivers and lakes, are naturally many, and naturally there are also many military personnel.

He has a background, martial arts, and connections. The four great masters have a very small force in the military.

"I'm going to deliver a letter."

Looking at the tide of the rolling river, Yang Yu looked calm and had some expectations:
Chapter completed!