Small local county magistrate, what to do to cultivate so many elite deadpools?

Song Zhao's eyes tilted and his lip line was gently straightened, "Nanxun is a remote place, and the trade is not very good. Almost all the people are farmers, and the superiors basically won't pay attention to it.

This is the north... Farmers all grew up eating pasta, and all the raw ones are quite strong, which is very suitable for joining the army. However, the people here are more family-oriented, and because of the decline of culture, most of them are unwilling to serve the court."

Song Bing once mentioned that there were several Nanxun people in his army, and they were all very powerful.

Emperor Yuan Chun also issued an order to the local government to try their best to subdue the Nanxun people to join the army... but because no one joined the army, it was left alone.

"I understand..." Song Zhao suddenly realized, "A person who is greedy for money will be greedy for power when he has money. The county magistrate knows your identity and your abilities. He may want to combine your power and serve as a backstage for him, and take the entire Nanxun into his hands, so as to occupy the land as the king!"

Song Zhao actually didn't remember clearly the situation of the peasant uprising in his previous life... he only remembered that from his father's words, it seemed that the county magistrate did not mention it.

Those who want to occupy land and become king are clearly those mighty and majestic farmers.

"Don't think about it. I will be in Nanxun tomorrow at noon. Let's see the specific situation of the farmers and make inferences." Si Yu patted Song Zhao's head. The little girl had worked hard all the way for him. He really felt sorry for her hard work.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhao pinched his somewhat weak temple.

After a night of tossing, she was really tired.

So he nodded and turned to wash.

After washing up, she saw Si Yuruo standing there thinking about something, her expression was a little gloomy.

Song Zhao felt that the powerful ministers might not be in a good mood.

Yun Xiu was the daughter of Si Yu's mother's wet nurse, and was one of his few confidants.

If you are betrayed by your confidants, even if you are cold and ruthless, you will not be able to live a good life.

Song Zhao believed that Si Yu must be very uncomfortable at this time.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she stepped closer to him in a soft voice, "Brother~"

Si Yu moved his eyebrows, and said softly.

Song Zhao took two more steps towards him and asked carefully, "Are you still thinking about Yun Xiu betrayed you?"

In fact, Si Yu was just thinking about how to let Song Zhao distribute him a quilt tonight:?

Since the two of them slept on the same quilt that night in the inn, the shy Song Zhao had two beds when he moved into the inn, so that each person and one bed would not violate each other.

Song Zhao sighed and looked up obediently, "Brother, don't care too much, don't forget that you still have so many people towards you... If you are really sad..."

Although I don’t know why Song Zhao felt that he was sad, Si Yu wanted to know what kind of actions Song Zhao would do to comfort him at this time, so his eyelids drooped slightly and raised his voice gently, "What should I do?"

Song Zhao seemed a little uncomfortable, and his hands were nervously stolen together, whispering, "My mother said, it would be much better if someone could hug you when he was sad... I, I am willing to hug you."

Very strange.

In order to play a good role, the two of them held hands and hugged each other a lot, and Si Yu took the initiative.

But Song Zhao took the initiative to ask to hug him, and he felt very embarrassed.

“…”

Si Yu didn't speak for a moment.

His eyes were gloomy and he couldn't tell his emotions.
Chapter completed!