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Volume 1, Chapter 470 of Yancunzheng: How many people are there in one state and one hundred cities?

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    Boss Ma was waiting nervously in the concierge inside the gate of Zhizhou Mansion.  From the appearance, Boss Ma is dressed like an ordinary old farmer, with deeply furrowed brows, heavy bags under his eyes, rough skin like No. 1 sandpaper, and calluses on his palms that are so thick that he can hardly hold his hands.  He put on his best clothes and washed them specially, but he still couldn't wash away the earthy smell in his body.  Anyone who sees Boss Ma will think that he is an honest and honest old farmer, the kind who has never seen the world in his life.  But in fact, Boss Ma is not.  Boss Ma is not named Ma. He commands the entire caravan, so he is called Boss Ma.  Boss Ma¡¯s caravan was once the only caravan in the entire Zaitian Prefecture that dared to go deep into the hinterland of the wilderness. It was half bandit, half businessman, and had a tough style.  In the endless wilderness, without human habitation, there are countless ferocious beasts and savages. There is only one kind of person who dares to enter the depths of the wilderness and is willing to enter the depths of the wilderness.  People with no way out.  In Boss Ma¡¯s caravan, there are bandits who have committed evil deeds, monks who have been expelled, criminals who have been sent to the frontier, deserters who have escaped from the army, ordinary people who have nowhere to go, and ethnic minorities who have rebelled from their tribes.  Boss Ma can accept anyone and control anyone.  This old man had served as a soldier, killed enemies, and learned basic martial arts in the military camp. Later, because he was marginalized by his colleagues, he pulled a group of people out and established a caravan.  They sell smuggled salt, transport jade, and deliver letters. They do everything that can make money. Many small cities in Zaitianzhou depend on them for their survival, such as Wangdong City, Dingshui City, and so on.  When he reached old age, Boss Ma handed over his caravan business to his son. He reclaimed a piece of land in the extreme northern wilderness, and built a city with a group of old brothers who were too old to run away.  A city where no one saw them as criminals and bandits, but as treasonous deserters, was the place where he defected and decided to become a caravan, Ma Tou Mountain.  That city is called Ma Tou City, a city smaller than Wangdong City, a city with nothing but desert and rocks, but it is their home. After working hard for most of their lives, they finally found it and can live there by themselves.  s home.  Boss Ma¡¯s hands clenched tightly, and the rough skin rubbed against each other, like two stones squeezing each other.  A few months ago, his son got married. Boss Ma asked his son to stay while he ran the last business trip for his son.  Boss Ma was thinking about taking this trip to see his old friends and telling them that he would never come again and that as soon as they saw each other today, they would say goodbye forever. He would also tell his old friends that he had to wait to have his grandson. Even though it was hard work, this time  Sons and sons raised in the wilderness are all good men. He likes such a hard but full of humane place, and hopes that his grandson will one day be able to run on this trade route and become a link and bridge between these cities.  But he never thought that today's farewell would actually become an eternal farewell.  The entire Zaitian Prefecture suffered a catastrophe, with most cities turned into dead zones, and Ma Tou City on the wasteland may not be spared either.  At the beginning of the disaster, Boss Ma relied on his survival instinct and correct judgment of the situation to suppress the urge to go back to Matou City and quickly escaped.  He brought his brothers to Zaitian Mansion. He asked the old brothers to escape for their lives, but he refused to leave.  His son, his future grandson, and the woman who came from a wealthy family and was robbed by him but is now completely devoted to her are still in Nag Tau City. He cannot leave them alone.  He didn't leave, and those old brothers also stayed. In times of crisis, they hugged each other, helped each other, and helped each other. In addition, most of them had practiced rudimentary Qi training techniques, and they actually survived several disasters.  Survived.  You must survive before you can find your family. If they can survive, then your family may also survive. Boss Ma knows this very well.  The reality sometimes makes people despair, and sometimes it gives people hope.  It's like the spiritual energy of the Tianfu, which is broken and broken.  But when one person created many miracles and convinced everyone, even Boss Ma couldn't help but think: "If it's Mr. Zi, he can definitely do it." It must be possible, it must be possible, please ask Mr. Zi to rebuild it.  Nagasou City, send people to look for my family, at least find them, whether deador aliveas long as I find them, I am willing to give anything.  Even though Boss Ma was licking blood from his knife and struggling all his life in the wilderness, he couldn't help but have such hope for Zi Baifeng. He was not an impulsive and trusting young man, but he still firmly believed in this in his heart.  Because apart from this hope, he has nothing.  I have been waiting here since early in the morning, but it was already early in frontSeveral people were already waiting. Officials came in a hurry and stepped in front of him one by one, asking him to continue waiting.  Boss Ma was just like this, worrying about gains and losses in his heart. Sometimes he thought: "They must be dead. Even if we look for them, what's the use? Let's go, let's go. Why bother begging Master Zi." Sometimes he would think: "What if?"  Are they still alive? What if they are waiting for me to save them?" When I think about it, I don't even want to wait for a moment, I just want to fly to Nag Tau City immediately.  Amid this painful struggle and torture, Boss Ma stood up and sat down, restless.  Most of the people in front were like this, until Boss Ma became the one at the front.  The concierge walked in again, and Boss Ma immediately stood up excitedly. It was finally his turn?  "I'm here to inform you that I've gone to have a meal and rest." The porter was an older veteran soldier. He was a little hunched over and a little deaf. At this time, he looked at them with dissatisfaction in his voice: "I  I tell you, if it¡¯s nothing important, don¡¯t bother me. Do you know how busy I am now? Even if I want to see you, you still don¡¯t understand me. Just wait, wait!  "My lord, you are busy with big things right now. You have a family and a family, and you still bother me with trivial matters!" Everyone lowered their heads, a little ashamed, but no one left.  The people have a long-standing respect for the officials. If they didn't have no other choice, they would never come here.  After complaining, the old porter turned around and brought another large pot of stew and said: "My lord, you are all waiting here to take care of the food. The chef is too busy. I am not good at cooking, but I can take care of the stew."  You¡¯re full, you¡¯ve got enough food. Come on, come on, eat everything while it¡¯s hot.¡± ??Boss Ma ate a little, but he couldn¡¯t eat anything and was restless.  After waiting for who knows how long, the concierge finally came in and said: "Your Excellency has come back, Boss Ma, it's your turn next." As soon as he finished speaking, another official came in and said: "I have something to see you, Your Majesty. Please  Help with the notification." The concierge waved his hand impatiently and said, "Wait, wait, I just finished informing the next one." This old concierge has served here for many years, and all the senior officials will lie down when they get here.  Where is the slightest bit of temper?  He quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Please help me inform the old man, this matter is extremely important." "There are so many important things. If you have anything to do, come here to report to the adults. Don't you just want to get closer to the adults? Do you know how busy the adults are? Lao Ma  , Come on, it's your turn." Boss Ma followed the concierge in anxiously. There was already a clerk waiting there, who took over from the old concierge. He led Boss Ma back, stopped outside the study courtyard, and said, "Sir,  Wait inside, please come in." Boss Ma entered the yard and suddenly became nervous. What if the adults don't agree?  What if there is no hope at all He almost turned around and left until he heard a voice from inside the door: "Please come in." The door of the study room was not closed, but opened directly. Zi Baifeng stood at the desk.  Before, he looked at Boss Ma with a smile.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Where is the Matou City you mentioned?¡± After listening to Boss Ma¡¯s words, Zi Baifeng stood up and pointed to the huge map behind him.  This map was drawn together by Xiaopan, Master Hua and Zi Baifeng.  Because the spiritual energy was gone, Zi Baifeng's porcelain pieces were completely dark. Only Yinglong Sect, Shanshui City, and Zaitian Mansion were lit. Zi Baifeng only drew more accurate places, and the remaining places were still dark.  Just blank.  Boss Ma stood up and pointed at it, but then hurriedly retracted his hand. He had never seen such a beautiful map drawn before.  "This is Wangdong City. Four hundred and fifty miles to the north from here, there is a small city called Zhuji City with more than 400 people. A thousand miles to the northeast, there is another city called Yewu City.  To the north is the Yinma River. Go north along the Yinma River and go to the endhere, this is Ma Tou City." Zi Baifeng's eyes lit up when he heard Boss Ma counting these cities.  Zi Baifeng picked up a small flag, wrote the words "Ma Tou City", and inserted it where Boss Ma pointed.  "Boss Ma, do you know all the cities well?" Zi Baifeng asked.  "The old man has been to all these places when he was a horseman. However, some cities have disappeared, leaving only ruins. Some cities have fewer and fewer people, and only a few cities have developed. Alas, it is not easy to make a life in the wasteland  ¡­¡± Zi Baifeng nodded, marked all the cities mentioned by Boss Ma before with small flags, and asked Ma Laodao: ¡°Tell me about other cities.¡± Although Boss Ma really wanted to start from Zibai.  Listen to the wind?An accurate belief, but when Zi Baifeng came to ask, he did not dare not answer. In order to satisfy Zi Baifeng, he marked every city he had known throughout his life as a businessman.  Zi Baifeng counted and Boss Ma marked out a total of ninety-three cities, not counting those that Zi Baifeng had marked out before.  Including the cities originally marked by Zibaifeng, Zaitianzhou actually has 112 cities.  Of course, some of these cities can only be regarded as small towns, but there are also cities with a population of tens of thousands.  Zi Baifeng was speechless. In the desolate and vast land of Zaitianzhou, there were far more people than he imagined, and the sins of Yinglong Sect were deeper than he knew.
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