Xianyang City, Mangjia Village.
It had been almost a month since Boor left.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and winter was approaching. It would probably not be long before white snow fell.
Mengyao was sitting on a small wooden block in front of her house, her small hands supporting her small face as she constantly looked into the distance, waiting for someone to return.
"Gah!"
A Qin official riding a warhorse was rushing towards Mang Village.
Unlike the Han Dynasty's " ten miles per pavilion, ten pavilions per township ", the pavilions of the Qin Dynasty were not subordinate units of the township, but directly under the county's lieutenant system.
Tingchang usually had to have the title of 'Shangzao' or 'Zanniao' to be able to hold the post.
They were not in charge of management and did not need to get involved in administrative trivial matters such as registering household registration and collecting taxes.
The responsibility of the pavilion chief was to manage the security of the surrounding ten miles, supervise illegal activities, train the pavilion guards, or welcome and send off the passing post officials, garrison soldiers, and officials.
To put it bluntly, the Tingchang of the Qin Dynasty was like a street police station, a guest house, and a post office. They were neither lower level than the township government nor higher level than the village, but they had to manage the security in the middle.
"Phew! Phew!"
Holding the reins, the Qin official in charge of delivering the letter stopped his horse.
If one wanted to be a minor official in the State of Qin, one had to have a first-class title of 'public scholar', and could also be considered a civil servant.
Therefore, when Qin Li arrived, the village elder quickly walked out.
Mang Village had always been relatively remote. Other than paying taxes every year, there were basically no Qin officials who passed by here. If they really came, there was only one possibility…
"Is the Mang Village Chief here?"
"Mang Village Chief, Mang Sandao, what's the matter?”
He cupped his hands and said.
Even though he was already old, he had once beheaded an enemy and was conferred the title of " Duke ". He had been the village chief of Mang Village for twenty to thirty years.
"Military intelligence from the front line and a letter from home.”
"Frontline intelligence? Could it be…"
"I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?”
"Da da da-"
Light footsteps sounded in everyone's ears.
When she saw Qin Li, who was in charge of delivering the mail, arrive, Mengyao could not wait any longer. She was eager to know the situation at the front line and whether Boor had sent her a letter.
"What's the bad news?"
"Mang Village has five soldiers, three have died in battle.”
" What?!"
Mang Sandao's white beard suddenly stood up, and he felt dizzy.
There were not many young and strong people in the Mang Family Village. In just a month, three people had died in battle. When the war ended, who knew how many people would come back alive?
The cruelty of war was something that this veteran who had been on the battlefield in the past had experienced deeply.
“.......”
Covering her mouth with her hand, Mengyao's face was pale.
She was a little afraid that she would hear Boor's name among the dead.
Speaking of which, Mengyao's life was indeed very bitter.
She was brought back to be a boorish child bride. Although the two of them worked hard every day, they were quite happy.
However, before the day of marriage, Boor chose to go to the battlefield to make contributions. Until now, his life and death were unknown.
Although there were 50 pounds of marinated wolf meat at home, which was enough for Mengyao to survive the cold winter, the house without Boor felt a little empty.
"Mang Jin, Mang Yin, and Mang Tie have died on the battlefield.”
"So, only Boor and Mang Feng are still alive?”
Li Zhengmang said with a sigh.
The three people who died in battle were all ordinary youths. It was indeed not an easy thing to survive on the battlefield without any skills.
As for the two who survived, Boor had the courage to chase away a fierce tiger, and Mang Feng had good archery skills. As long as they did not die, they should be able to obtain some merit.
Hearing Qin Li's words, Mengyao heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Boor was still alive. As long as he was alive, it was good. Mengyao did not desire to live a life of glory and wealth. As long as she could be with Boor, she could live happily every day…
" Then I wonder what the good news is-"
"The three people who died in battle were awarded the title of 'public scholar' because of their meritorious service in killing the enemy. They were rewarded with a plot of land and a house, which were inherited by their father, son, and brother.”
"At the same time, Mang Feng beheaded five levels on the battlefield and joined the first camp to attack the city wall. He was awarded the title of 'Zanniao' and three acres of land and three houses.”
"Boor displayed his valiant martial arts skills on the battlefield. He beheaded nearly a hundred people and was conferred the title of 'Bugeng'. He was rewarded with four acres of land and four houses.”
“........”
Qin Li announced the battle report from the front line and the reward at the same time.
He was just a small 'public scholar'. He didn't dare to put on airs in front of a village with' Zanniao 'and' Bugeng'. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
When the two of them returned, if they were interested in becoming officials, it would not be a problem for them to become a pavilion chief or a township chief.
At that time, he might become his immediate superior.
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