Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 749 Don't say anything more, let's go.
What else can be done? The safest way is to abandon your family and business and run away from Beishan County.

Putting aside whether they'd be willing to give up their land and houses here, the key issue is that they simply can't escape.

Previously, if you wanted to leave Beishan County, you needed a travel permit to pass through two checkpoints. Are travel permits still available now? Are the checkpoints still open to traffic?
No need to think about it.

Anyone who is older knows how the government operates.

In Luojia Village alone, several people sat on their doorsteps wiping away tears: "Oh! We shouldn't have come! We should have known this day would come. We traded the next ten years of our lives for two good years."

Some people who are more open-minded advised, "Look at you, old man, you really think highly of yourself. You've lived for another ten years or so. If you had lived that kind of life before, it's hard to say whether you would have survived to this day."

I don't think about that much. Who cares what happens in the future? Having lived a few years of peace and comfort, even dying would be worthwhile.

The younger people, not understanding the older man's reaction, sat down and asked, "Why are you crying like this, sir? Didn't the magistrate say that he wouldn't let the Yan bandits attack?"

"That's what they say," the old man cried. "Even if it's really like what he says, we won't have a good life. Once the fighting starts, requisitioning grain and money is a minor issue. What I fear most is that when the fighting gets out of manpower, they'll conscript you young people. Alas!"

"Whose fault is it?" said the old man who had just said that it was worth dying for. "It's your bad luck that you weren't born in a good place. If you had been born as people of the capital, you wouldn't have to live such a life."

The news of an impending war spread through the ranks, and everyone who heard it had their own thoughts.

Young people are ignorant and fearless, while those with experience are terrified.

You can't blame these people for being cowardly. How many times has the Great Liang army won against the Yan army?

Since General Meng's passing, the border battles of the past few years have only been narrow victories. Such battles have not only dampened the morale of the Liang army, but also broken the spirit of the Liang people.

That afternoon, Dr. Hu and his family rode in a horse-drawn carriage into the county government office.

Wen told them to rest in the back office for a while.

The family stayed in the guest room. Dr. Li and Dr. Hu were able to sit calmly, but Dr. Hu's backside couldn't even touch the chair. After learning that the war was about to break out, it was as if the ground and chairs in Beishan County had sprouted poisonous thorns.

He was restless. He waited and waited until nightfall, but Meng Changqing still didn't come from the front office.

"Why haven't they arrived yet? Have they forgotten about us?" Doctor Hu was so anxious that he stomped his feet on the spot.

"Close the door, it's so cold," Doctor Li said to him. "Just sit there quietly. When has your wife ever gone back on her word?"

Dr. Hu stormed onto the door, shouting, "We never even counted the numbers!"

"Dad, have a cup of tea. Look how red your hands are from the cold." Hu Xiaohua poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

Dr. Hu waved his hand, "I'm not in the mood for tea."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Dr. Hu thought it was Meng Changqing coming over, but when he opened the door, he saw Xiao Dai standing at the door with dinner in hand. "Dr. Hu, dinner is ready."

"Where is Meng Changqing?" Doctor Hu stood blocking the doorway, showing no intention of giving up his seat.

Xiao Dai stepped aside to walk past him and placed the dinner on the table. "It's not time for the young master to finish his shift yet, so please have dinner first."

Dr. Hu, who couldn't even drink water, had no appetite.

But he doesn't eat it, yet the rest of the family still has to.

Time seems to pass very slowly when people are waiting for something.

After dinner was finished and the dishes were cleared away, Meng Changqing still hadn't arrived.

When the candle had burned down to half its original length, the second watch gong sounded outside, and Meng Changqing finally arrived.

"Dr. Hu," Meng Changqing greeted the two men behind him with a smile, "I've been busy today and have been delayed. The carriage is waiting outside the East Gate. Please come out."

Dr. Hu grabbed his small bag and ran outside, saying, "Don't say anything more, let's go."