Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 759 You're still not happy?
After the conversation was resolved, Meng Changqing mounted his horse and led the group of men toward the wall.

On the way, we naturally passed by the newly built city wall of Beishan County.

Song Qingfeng's deputy general exclaimed, "Meng Changqing is fast at building the city wall; it was completed in the blink of an eye."

In reality, only the rammed earth part of the city wall was completed; stone bricks were also laid inside and out, otherwise the city wall would not have lasted for many years.

Meng Changqing hadn't had much contact with this deputy general before and didn't know what his speaking habits were, but to her, his words sounded sarcastic and unpleasant.

What do you mean she's fast at building city walls? Is building city walls all she knows how to do?

However, a cunning person like her usually won't express her displeasure directly, even if she's unhappy.

"It's mainly thanks to County Lieutenant Zuo Datou," Meng Changqing said to Zheng Jie. "We also have to thank you, sir. Without your strong support, the wall wouldn't have been completed so quickly."

Zheng Jie also felt that Meng Changqing's words were sarcastic and even pointed at him, saying that he could find people when he needed them before, but now he couldn't get weapons and food.
Zheng Jie was embarrassed and didn't want to talk anymore.

Misunderstandings are inevitable even among acquaintances, let alone among three people who are only one point close to each other.

After passing through the new city wall, continue north along the official road.

As they were about to pass through Beishan County, Zheng Jie had no choice but to ask, "Changqing, where are the weapons and provisions stored?"

Meng Changqing spurred her horse closer to him. "Everything is ready. You can go ahead." Her tone was different now, as if the two of them were getting along quite well.

When the group arrived at the city wall, just as Meng Changqing had said, there were about a dozen carts loaded with weapons and food parked at the foot of the wall.

Zheng Jie dismounted and stood in front of the carriage for a while.

No one knew what he was thinking.

But Meng Changqing guessed that he was probably lamenting how useless he was.

It's ironic that even the prefect couldn't produce something this small.

The above is purely Meng Changqing's own imagination.

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Yuan rushed over, bowed to the three people whose names he recognized, and then reported to Meng Changqing, "The people from the Snow Night Tribe have all arrived."

“My lord.” Meng Changqing stepped forward and stood to Zheng Jie’s side. “It’s late. Let’s finish this quickly so that you and the general can go back to rest sooner.”

Zheng Jie nodded, "Give it to me."

Meng Changqing said to Zhang Yuan, "Have the people upstairs be on alert. You will personally go up the wall to keep watch later. You must make sure that neither gate can be opened at the same time. Don't take any chances." "Yes!" Zhang Yuan turned and went up the city wall.

Here, the guards, who had been prepared in advance, pushed the carts at Meng Changqing's signal and waited in front of the city gate.

Above the barbican city wall, Zhang Yuan directed the guards to crank the wooden wheel, and as the chains tightened, the city gate slowly opened.

The dozen or so savages who had been waiting outside the door couldn't wait to go inside.

As they entered, the guards on the city wall nocked their arrows and prepared to attack, and the city gate behind them was quickly closed.

Meng Changqing and his group heard the sound of the barbican gate opening and closing, and after waiting for a while, the gate in front of them was finally opened.

The guards pushed the cart in first, followed by Meng Changqing, Zheng Jie, and the others.

Among the opposing savages, someone stepped forward and asked, "You really aren't going to send troops?"

Upon hearing the voice, Meng Changqing recognized the speaker and leaned close to Zheng Jie, whispering, "The one speaking is the leader of the Xueye tribe."

Zheng Jie looked at the person in front of him again and smiled, "It's just a small predicament. I believe you can solve it yourselves with these weapons and food."

The chief of the Snow Night tribe thanked Zheng Jie and the others, and then called his men to pull the cart.

Meng Changqing had been wary of the Xueye tribe, and seeing them actually leave with the cart, he was somewhat skeptical.

She never hesitated to assume the worst about people. In her view, these people might have already defected to the Yan people, or even wanted to take this opportunity to kill the person who came to make the handover, so as to intimidate the Liang.

Because of these thoughts, she specifically instructed Zhang Yuan to have the archers on guard on the city wall pay attention and shoot arrows immediately if the enemy launched an attack. She herself also kept her knife in one hand, ready to act at any time.

All the precautions we took turned out to be completely unnecessary.

Zhang Yuan and the others watched from the city wall as those people walked away. Only then did the inner city gate open, and Meng Changqing, Zheng Jie, and the others returned to the territory of Beishan County.

Zhang Yuan came down from the city wall. "Sir, they've walked two miles and seem perfectly normal."

Since there was nothing unusual, Zheng Jie and Song Qingfeng's deputy generals were about to return.

Meng Changqing wanted to stay a little longer and give Zhang Yuan a few more words of advice, but considering the current situation, she knew she couldn't easily leave Beishan County, and Zheng Jie couldn't come to Beishan County often either.

Take this opportunity to ask the questions that need to be asked.