Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

After saying all that, there was only one purpose: Hu Xiaohua believed she had understood and compromised.

At the same time, officials from several localities were also summoned to the county government office.

The village chiefs of the five villages and the heads of the two streets were brought into the reception room one after another.

While waiting for others, those who had arrived earlier began to discuss amongst themselves, "Did they say anything about it?"

"I haven't heard of it. What about you?" Zhu Laosi asked Zeng Dashu, "Your Meizi works in the county government. Did she give you any prior notice?"

Zeng Dashu shook his head. "I haven't heard anything about it. Calling us over at this time of year must be about spring planting."

"It's a bit early to talk about spring planting now," Zhu Laosi analyzed. "It's the New Year, there's no reason to call us over for something like this."

"What else could happen?" Zeng Dashu asked in return.

"Could it be that they're going to redistribute the land?" said the village chief of Luojia Village. "I heard that the county magistrate measured the land south of the dangerous mountain, and it's possible that they're going to redistribute the wasteland."

"Oh, if we're talking about allocating the wasteland in the south, we should say so sooner rather than later, otherwise we definitely won't have time to plant it this year..." Before Zhu Laosi could finish speaking, he saw the village chief of An'nan Village and Sha Zhu, the person in charge of Xinjie, walk in together.

"Why are you here too?" Zhu Laosi asked Sha Zhu.

"The master sent me."

Zhu Laosi said, "If he comes over, it definitely won't be about farming."

"What kind of land?" Sha Zhu looked completely bewildered. "We don't have any land in the new street, but we do have land in the old street."

Just then, Yang Ping, the person in charge of the old street, walked in.

All seven people have arrived.

Before they could continue their discussion, Meng Changqing and Cheng Guang arrived.

After the two entered the room, the constables outside immediately closed the door. In the reception room, two square tables were specially put together today, and instead of benches, chairs were placed around them, just in case someone couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.

When Meng Changqing took the seat of honor, and everyone was about to greet him in unison, Meng Changqing waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities, please sit down."

After saying that, she sat down first.

Meng Changqing dislikes announcing bad news to people who haven't offended him.

So at the beginning, she chatted with them for a while, asking about their lives and work, and talking about interesting things that happened during the New Year, before saying, "I called you all here this year because there is something important I have to tell you."

Zhu Laosi immediately replied, "Please give your instructions."

"I'm not giving orders, I'm just informing you of some news," Meng Changqing said gently before continuing, "This year, the Yan Kingdom is very likely to wage war against us."

Meng Changqing had been telling those around her that war was coming, but now she was saying that war was very likely.

She was still somewhat afraid, afraid that public opinion would be difficult to control, that the people would completely back down, and that before the war even started, some would flee and others would give up.

Adding the word "maybe" is telling these people that there's still a chance they won't get vaccinated.

Even though the level had been lowered, the seven people present were still stunned when these words were spoken.

"A war?" This was Zeng Dashu's question; he was the first to react.

"The information is not very accurate, it only says it's possible," Meng Changqing said. "It doesn't say exactly where the attack will be. There are three counties on the border, so it's not necessarily going to be our Beishan County."

"It's best if they don't attack us here." The village chief of Luo Family Village was barely able to maintain his composure, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

"It's not like we haven't fought before," Zeng Dashu said. "We clashed with them once before the city walls were even finished, so we're not afraid now that they're here." (End of Chapter)