After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

I know everything is empty when I die, but I don’t see Kyushu in my sorrow.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

This poem was once published in Yunzhou Weekly and was contributed by an unknown poet.

As soon as this poem was published, sales of that issue of the newspaper surged.

Especially in Wuzhou, many families would secretly collect them.

Hearing the three words Dingbei Road, Gu Nanxi was also stunned.

She originally thought that Ma Nantian would name the road something like Majia Road, Nantian Road, or something like that, but she never expected that he would name the road Dingbei Road.

After a moment of hesitation, Gu Nanxi said firmly: "Okay, this road will be called Dingbei Road!"

Gu Nanxi closed the box and said, "Take this gold back with you! These roads were not included in the bidding, so I can't take your money! The name Dingbei Road suits my taste very well!"

Ma Nantian kowtowed again: "This is what our Ma family donated to the general voluntarily! We only hope that one day, the king's army will be able to conquer the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun in the north!"

Gu Nanxi once again felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

……

It was early spring and ships were not allowed to sail on the rivers in Shuozhou, so most caravans traveled by land.

Inside the Shuozhou Post Station, the postmaster called a few postmen and said, "Go to the Osmanthus Shop on South Street and buy some snacks and canned mutton."

The postman pointed to the post station and asked: "Who ordered this again, the imperial envoy?"

Yicheng curled his lips: "Besides him, who else could it be?"

The postman frowned: "Didn't he complain that the dim sum in the Osmanthus Shop wasn't delicate enough and the canned mutton wasn't fresh enough? Why does he order these every day?!"

The postmaster slapped the postman on the head and said, "Why do you care so much? Just do your job well!"

The postman ran away in a flash.

The postmaster was very upset. The official who delivered the imperial edict had been staying at the post station for several months, so why didn't he set off yet?

"Postmaster, have you bought what I want?" The Prince of Jiguo walked slowly down the stairs and asked loudly.

"Sir, I have sent a postman to buy it."

The prince of Jiguo scalded the teacup with boiling water in disdain and said, "I'm not saying this, but Shuozhou is such a barren place! Why is it so difficult to buy something? If it were in Kyoto, I wouldn't have to leave the house to buy it!"

The prince of Jiguo moistened his throat and continued to complain: "If I hadn't received the emperor's order, I really wouldn't want to come here. Alas, Shuozhou is like this, I don't know how remote and desolate Yunzhou is!"

The postmaster had heard such complaints for several months, and his ears were almost calloused. So he said indifferently: "You have worked so hard, sir! In my opinion, it would be better for you to go to Yunzhou earlier, finish this mission as soon as possible, and return to Kyoto to enjoy your life."

The Prince of Jiguo paused with his hand holding the teacup and cursed in his heart, "No wonder this postmaster has worked here for more than ten years and has never been promoted. He is so bad at talking!"

At this time, the wife of the Prince of Jiguo also came down. When she saw the situation, she knew that her husband was being bullied again.

The wife of the Prince of Jiguo was not in a hurry either. After all, she would have to go to Yunzhou when her husband's money was almost spent.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the Prince of Jiguo tried to find a topic to save his own face: "The military supervisor of Yunzhou, Lord Niu, and I have a close relationship. How long has he been in this post station?"

Postmaster: "That's unfortunate. Great minds think alike! You two are indeed good friends. Lord Niu is only about a month younger than you."

puff!

The wife of the Prince of Jiguo couldn't help laughing. Before the Prince of Jiguo got angry, she sent the postmaster away and said, "I was on the second floor just now and saw several caravans heading here from a distance. They must want to stop by the post station to rest. Do you want to go and take a look?"

After confronting the Prince of Duke Ji, the Postmaster felt much better, but as a high-ranking official can crush people, he did not dare to provoke him any further. Taking advantage of the excuse given by his lady, he hurried out to take a look.

"Who are you on the side of?!" The Prince of Jiguo was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger.

"What do you think of me? I paid for the trip myself, and I didn't rely on your help!"

"You are so capable, why don't you go to Yunzhou alone?" The Prince of Jiguo asked deliberately.

The wife of the Prince of Jiguo did not indulge him: "If I were like you, with soldiers protecting me, I would have gone there long ago! You wait, if those caravans go to Yunzhou, I will not wait here with you!"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

The postmaster warmly welcomed the two groups of people into the post station.

"Who are they? What qualifications do they have to enter the post station?" The Prince of Jiguo was looking for trouble.

The postmaster's brows were almost twisted into a frown.

Although this post station mainly receives officials, Shuozhou is a remote place with many mountains around it, so if passing caravans have needs, the post station will also receive them.

Therefore, caravans were happy to take this route, and the people living near the post stations could also buy a wide variety of goods.

This is called making things convenient for others and for yourself.

Of the two teams, one was neatly dressed and looked very strong.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a goatee. He said with a smile.

"We are from Jiangnan and want to go to Yunzhou to do business. Here are our documents."

The postmaster took the document, glanced at it briefly, and then allocated the courtyard on the first floor to them.

"The courtyard on the first floor is spacious and quiet, suitable for you."

Of course, the price of such a yard is more expensive.

"Thank you!" The man with a goatee led the caravan to settle down.

The other team looked even more dusty, with strange patterns embroidered on the cuffs of everyone's clothes, and they were not as tall and strong as the northerners.

They were obviously not good at speaking, so they just handed the documents to the postmaster and were then arranged to sit on the west side of the second floor.

The prince of Jiguo frowned and said unhappily, "Who are they? I am the imperial envoy. What if there are assassins among them who are harmful to me? Can you bear the responsibility?"

The prince of Jiguo lived on the east side of the second floor.

When they heard the words "Imperial Envoy", both teams stopped and looked at the Prince of Jiguo with ambiguous eyes.

The atmosphere in the post station suddenly became a little strange.

The postmaster was worried that the three parties would cause trouble, so he said hurriedly: "They are not merchants, they came here on the orders of Lord Zhu of Nanjun."

Perhaps he finally realized the majesty of the imperial envoy, the prince of Jiguo was a little too proud for a moment, and deliberately said in embarrassment: "Lord Zhu? The two are far apart, what important matter is there that requires him to avoid people like this? Doesn't he know the principle of avoiding suspicion? Or is he trying to plot something with Gu Nanxi?"

Yicheng's pupils suddenly shrank!

The Nanjun people, who had been quiet at first, tensed up their muscles in an instant, like wild beasts ready to attack!

The Prince of Jiguo had no idea that danger was approaching and was still about to speak out. The next second, he was slapped under the table by the Young Lady of Jiguo!

"Excuse me, everyone! He is not feeling well and keeps talking nonsense. He has just rested in the post station for such a long time and he is not fully recovered yet!"