The capped pine mountain is full of green, white snow and green mountains, which is truly beautiful.

Wen Yu let out a sigh of relief, rubbing her stiff hands.

Yin Junfu was wearing a tight-fitting gray ink-colored padded jacket, looking quite capable, with no expression on his face.

He is taller and more mature and resolute than he was eight months ago.Even the voice was much calmer than before, with a more chilling air than before.

Wen Yu looked back at the wooden house that had disappeared into the forest, and the watchtower gradually blurred into a black shadow.

She nodded to Yin Junfu.

Apart from the sound of two people's footsteps, there was no other sound.

Wen Yu looked at his back, the joy of meeting an old acquaintance in another country and a trace of bewilderment in her eyes, she asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Yin Junfu stopped in his tracks, glanced at the sky, turned his head and said coldly to Wen Yu: "We'll talk about it when we leave here."

He casually threw something into Wen Yu's arms, and she stretched out her arms to hug her, looking down, it was a leather water sac.

"Drink some water, your lips are too dry." Yin Junfu said dryly, turned his head awkwardly, ignored Wen Yu, and continued on his way.He seemed to be sorry for his actions just now, but he was really embarrassed to say it directly.

Wen Yu suddenly thought, this person is not yet eighteen, he is still a teenager.

It moved forward for nearly half an hour.Yin Junfu took Wen Yu to the village she had passed by before. It was just at nightfall, and there was no smoke in the village when Wen Yu came, but the immature voices of children playing and playing could still be heard from time to time.

The small village at the foot of Changfeng Mountain is full of people, with yellow hair hanging down, which has a sense of rural and pastoral artistic conception in the poem.

"Are we going to this village?"

Yin Junfu nodded: "I live here, come with me."

The village is very small, with only two streets, front and back, and twenty or thirty families.Wen Yu saw Jingzhe Village written on a big rock before entering the village.In the season of Awakening of Insects, spring is sprouting, and everything is full of vitality.

A child on the street saw Yin Junfu raising his hand to greet him: "Brother Xiaomu, you're back. Is your friend behind him? He looks as handsome as you."

Yin Junfu smiled and said, "It's my friend."

Wen Yu also nodded in greeting to the boy, with a slight smile on his face.

Xiao Mu, she raised her eyes and glanced at Yin Junfu, then fell into deep thought, and followed along the footprints he had stepped on.

Yin Junfu walked to a red brick house at the end of the village, took out a key from his pocket, and unlocked it with a click.

"come in."

"Thank you."

Wen Yu lifted her foot and walked into the house.

Wen Yu put the water bag on the table, curled her slender fingers into her palm, and her knuckles were cold white.

Yin Junfu violently picked up the water bag and drank all the water in it, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, acting unruly.

"Wen Yu, meeting is fate. If you have anything to ask, just tell me, I have nothing to hide." He rubbed his head, and those green eyes looked directly at Wen Yu.

Yin Junfu did not expect that he could still remember the name of a person who had only met twice.

"When will you leave Beijing?" Wen Yu blurted out, but she thought that what she really wanted to ask was not this, but when the eyes of the two met, she couldn't help but spit out this sentence.

Yin Junfu glanced at her, his thick eyebrows were still raised as before, his expression was a little surprised, as if he was wondering why she would ask this, but his eyes, which were as clear as emerald stones, were brighter than before, as if a littlehappy.

But he pursed his lips for an instant: "March."

No wonder I didn't see him again before I left Beijing, it turned out that Yin Junfu had already left at that time.

Wen Yu immediately recalled the day when the rankings were released in mid-March this year, she collided with Yin Junfu in the heavy rain, and he seemed to be going somewhere.

She loosened her clenched hands a little, and her eyes brought some warmth: "Your umbrella is still with me."

You still put it on, he couldn't hold back his expression, rubbed his head: "Oh." He paused again, and continued: "What else do you want to ask?"

Wen Yu said seriously: "How come you are so familiar with the people here, what is the relationship between the people in Jingzhe Village and those people on the mountain?"

The man who had gradually turned into a young man also sat upright, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Wen Yu, stared at her with a trace of scrutiny and inquiry, and questioned in his tone: "Why are you here?"

The atmosphere seemed a little anxious, a series of pictures flashed in Wen Yu's mind, and his thoughts were complicated.She spoke with a cold voice: "Yin Junfu, you are Yin Xiaoliang's son. The Yin family is full of staunchness, should I trust you? Even if you are in a bandit camp."

Wen Yu glanced at the knife at his waist, which was the same as the one she had peeked into the wooden house, even the pattern on the scabbard was the same.

A look of pain flashed across Yin Junfu's face, his breathing seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and he spoke slowly, his voice a bit rough: "You can trust me. Wen Yu, you are the new county magistrate, right?"

He seemed to have no intention, but revealed her identity in one word.

Wen Yu's pupils shrank for a moment, then she nodded and said in an affirmative tone, "I am the new county magistrate of Yixin County."

Yin Junfu breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was a little youthful spirit on the brows: "It's true, then I'll just say it straight."

Two hours later, it was already unitary time.It got dark early in winter, and when Wen Yu returned to the county town, the street was empty, and the inn was still lit with a faint light.

Cao Juanhe was under the dim oil lamp, her fingers constantly threading needles and threads, mending some clothes.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Granny Cao hastily put down her needlework and carefully looked at Wen Yu's whole body. After a long time, she slowly exhaled: "You child, I'm really worried about you. I went out early in the morning and only came back now.I'm sitting here anxious. Have you eaten yet? There's still food on the stove, I'll heat it up for you."

Wen Yu said softly, "Mother-in-law, I made you worry. I am fine, I have eaten, and I am not in any danger."

Grandma Cao's tears dripped out suddenly, her face was not that old, but her head was covered with silver threads.

Wen Yu asked her age, and she is only in her forties now.Wen Yu once wanted to change her title. After all, mother-in-law is a bit too old, but she insisted on asking for this title.

"My son, his eyebrows and eyes are almost exactly the same as yours." Cao Juanhe concealed the last part of the sentence, but your child is more like my brother than mine.

Wen Yu heard the deep sadness in her tone, and the tears on Grandma Cao's face made her feel a little inexplicably sad.Wen Yu thought her son had passed away, "I'm sorry, mother-in-law, my condolences."

Cao Juanhe wiped away tears, "Oh, what are you talking about, kid. My son is not dead, it's just that we don't see each other anymore."

Wen Yu keenly caught the strange words in her words, and secretly wrote them down.

Cao Juanhe closed the door and looked at the thick layer of snow on the eaves, which was very eye-catching even in the dark.She said with some emotion: "The snow in Yixin County this year is much more than in previous years."

"There should be a good harvest next year." Wen Yu's voice was full of expectation.

However, what Cao Juanhe said casually next undoubtedly poured a bowl of cold water on her, and the ice was biting, making her gasp.

"Hey, old lady, I hope so too, as long as the locusts don't come next year."

"Locusts!" Wen Yu's voice was a little unsteady, no wonder she saw that the land in this county was obviously suitable for planting food, but she didn't see any signs that the food here was abundant.

"Yes." Grandma Cao fell into memory.

"Those insects are reincarnated from starvation ghosts! When the locusts came, the sky suddenly became overcast, covering the sky and covering the earth like dark clouds. I still remember the sound of the places they passed, like thunder. Every time they walkedIn one place, not to mention the young crops in the crops, even the bark in the field is bare. As long as it is all edible and edible things, all of them are wiped out. Yesterday, it looked like a neat green fieldAfter the locusts passed by, it became a piece of yellow land."

"Did it not be reported? Did the imperial court send someone to deal with it?" Wen Yu was shocked.In Beijing, she had seen no less than a thousand memorials of various documents reviewed by His Majesty, but she had never seen any memorials from Yixin County.

The matter of agriculture and mulberry is the foundation of the country, locusts overwhelm the land, and no grass can grow.If such a major event is reported to the capital, how could it not cause an uproar.But before she left Beijing in December, she had never heard any speech.

Cao Juanhe shook her head, she is an old and weak lady, how could she know about this matter, but she can be sure that the imperial court did not send anyone to manage it.

Wen Yu moved her lips but said nothing, a completely different aura appeared on her body.

Cao Juanhe was glanced at lightly by her, her heart trembled for a while, and she suddenly had the urge to kneel down, why is this little boy suddenly different.

The note about the locust plague was only delivered to Capital City at this moment.

After the previous county magistrate had an edict about his impending transfer, he wrote down this memorial.The county magistrate lightly brushed off the locust plague incident, and wrote that he was so responsible and dedicated in Yixin County, which made people "tearful", and finally flattered him.

He seemed to think that the new emperor was the same as the former emperor.

But when Xie Yu saw this memorial, Long Yan was furious, his eyes were cold, and he immediately deposed the former magistrate of Yixin County who thought he had fooled himself.

Late at night, the Royal Study Room.

The snow fell on the ground one after another, drowning many wealthy families.

Song Duan was ordered to enter the palace overnight, Xie Yu threw the booklet to him: "Look for yourself."

The expression on Song Duan's face changed from calm to dignified.

"I don't worry about others, you should go this time. The matter you investigated in Qingchi Mansion last time, it's best to take the opportunity to solve it together. Don't startle the snake."

Xie Yu's figure was a little blurred under the candlelight, his brows were slightly lowered, and he seemed to say casually: "You and Master Wen Yu are in the same school, so you can help her when the time comes."

Song Duan covered his eyes, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "I will do my best to live up to the entrustment of the Holy Majesty."

The author has something to say:

Song Duan: Your Majesty, if you don't tell me, I will take good care of Heng Qi.

(Whisper: Nobody knows who Heng Qi is.)