Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Zhao Sheng's slap was not to establish his own prestige, but was directed at the soldier who had just died under his horse.

Although the soldiers had many faults, their actions just now were to stop the playboys from riding their horses in the street. They were enforcing the law. How could they allow a moral hypocrite to abuse his power?

The scholar was beaten, and the dandy young man wanted to go up to him, but Zhao Sheng raised his foot and kicked him down. In his mind, he couldn't let this bastard get away with it anyway.

"You, you, you actually dared to hit the prefect's son. You're so bold!"

A young man who was traveling with us seemed a little scared, but he pointed at Zhao Sheng and said calmly.

"Oh, he's just the son of the prefect. Does that mean his father can cover up everything? Besides, do you know who I am?"

In Woniu City, Zhao Sheng wasn't afraid of the likes of the prefect. With his status as the Princess of Dingzhou behind him, he wasn't worried about being exposed to these dandies.

The county lieutenant standing by didn't dare to offend Zhou Tong, but he saw a passerby daring to be so presumptuous in front of him. But after hearing what Zhao Sheng said, he suddenly became suspicious.

Who on earth is this person? How dare he be so audacious that he even ignores the son of the prefectural governor!

The prefect's son, who shared the same view as the county lieutenant, endured the pain of being kicked and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He trembled and stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Unexpectedly, these words had just come out.

"Snapped!"

Everyone heard another crisp slap, and the face of the prefect's young master became visibly red and swollen.

"A young master from a prefectural family, are you qualified to ask about my identity? Even if your father were here, he would have to kneel and pay his respects."

Zhao Sheng's words were nothing short of a deterrent, letting the young master of the prefect's family know his unattainable status, and also letting the county lieutenant understand that he should not dare to offend the people behind Zhou Tong for the sake of a few playboys.

As expected, the county lieutenant, who had been riding a tall horse in a high and mighty manner, had to dismount and step forward to pay his respects to Zhao Sheng.

"I am Pan Hu, the county lieutenant of Woniu City. I am honored to meet you, Your Excellency."

Seeing that the county lieutenant had just dismounted, Zhao Sheng realized that he did not know his identity, so he pointed at Zhou Tong and asked.

"Do you know who this person is?"

When Pan Hu saw Zhao Sheng asking about Zhou Tong, he replied, "This man is the lieutenant of Dingzhou County."

"Then do you know why he appeared here?"

"Uh~~~" Pan Hu actually knew it, but didn't know how to answer at this time.

Could it be that Zhou Tong’s appearance was just to protect the princess?

Pan Hu thought over and over again in his heart, especially the appearance of the person in front of him, which was definitely not accidental.

Zhou Tong was not a fool. Seeing that Zhao Sheng was calm and could carry the banner of the princess with a calm expression, he knew that Zhao Sheng was not just a member of the royal family.

However, the princess behind also saw it clearly, especially when she saw Zhao Sheng's face and recalled the words on the skin, she concluded that it was the prince who sneaked out of the palace and took the princess with him.

So she whispered a few words in Mao Wang's ear, and then he rode his horse quickly to Pan Hu's side.

After hearing what Mao Wang said, Pan Hu was so frightened that he dared not say anything. He waved his hand and grabbed all the playboys. He beat each of them with twenty military sticks on the spot and then put them in jail.

Just when Pan Hu was beating those playboys, Zhao Sheng was no longer in the mood to watch the show, but rode his donkey cart towards Hejian.

The route he took was to go to Dingzhou first, and then turn towards Hejian.

At this time, he was pulling a donkey cart, planning to bypass Gaoyi County and head directly northeast.

In ancient times, when traveling, people had to take both official roads and familiar roads.

The official road is a road that is generally recognized by everyone as having no bandits and is relatively safe to walk on.

Now Zhao Sheng chose to bypass Gaoyi County and head towards Hejian, because there is an official road here, which is also a road often used by merchants.

With the donkey cart, the speed was much faster. Along the official road, he took Zhao Zhen and unknowingly moved towards the northeast, and came to a village.

"Uncle, where is this? Is there a county town nearby?"

Zhao Sheng saw that this place was desolate and there was almost no fertile land. An old man was prying stones and gathering the only soil together.

Seeing someone asking, the old man calmly looked up at Zhao Sheng and asked, "Young man, where are you from and where are you going? There is indeed a county town nearby, about seven or eight miles north."

This series of questions seemed unrelated, but the old man's questions clearly had a deeper meaning.

"Old man, I came from Yuzhou and planned to visit relatives in Hejian. I passed by here and just wanted to find a place to stay. The county town is not far from here, seven or eight miles away."

Zhao Sheng concealed some of the things he said, and deliberately told some of them to the old man, wanting to know what the old man would say next.

"The county seat is called Zhaozhou County, and I'm from Shigang Village. It's the poorest of the surrounding villages. The people living here are all refugees who don't want to leave. The county government has issued an order that those who live here can reclaim wasteland for two years, enjoy three years of tax exemption, and even register as a resident."

After the old man finished speaking, he pried up another large piece of stone and piled it laboriously on the side of the road, forming the shape of a wall.

"There are more rocks than soil here. If we can pry out the big rocks, we can sell them for money. If that doesn't work, we can build a house ourselves."

Seeing that Zhao Sheng did not leave immediately, the old man continued to nag.

Although Zhao Sheng had been a mercenary, he knew a thing or two about the soil and climate of various places. He saw the characteristics of this place: it was somewhat similar to karst landforms, but not completely.

After careful observation, he found that the soil was a bit like saline-alkali land, and the stones were also quite strange. Could this be a gypsum layer?

Mr. Zhao knew geography. He knew that there was a large salt mine layer near Woniu City, with a depth of between three hundred and two thousand meters.

If this discovery could be shared with the Prince of Dingzhou, not only would the people here be able to make a fortune, but he might also be blessed by the Prince of Dingzhou for the rest of his life.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Sheng decided to stay.

"Old man, my surname is Zhao. My family suffered a disaster. I wanted to go to Yanzhou County to stay with relatives, but unfortunately, I have no money left. Just now you said that this is a place where refugees can take shelter. I wonder if we can stay here?"

Zhao Sheng spoke quite politely, and the old man working in the field then stood up and looked at him.

"You are so handsome, young man. You must be a scholar!"

"Old man, you have a good eye. My family is indeed a scholarly family, but unfortunately, our family has fallen on hard times and I have no choice but to go out and make a living."

The old man also believed in appearance, and when he saw that Zhao Sheng was handsome, he believed it to be true.

"Our village is called Shigang Village. Next to it is Zhaojiazhuang, the birthplace of the Zhao State. Perhaps you will have a good future if you go there."

"Old man, I am a wanderer. I don't want to live under someone else's roof. I might be able to earn a living by relying on my own hands."

The old man who was working heard this, stood up, rubbed the mud in his hands, and said with a smile:

"My surname is Zhao, and I'm from Yuzhou. I fled here three years ago. The county magistrate took pity on us and allocated this official land. Any land that can be reclaimed within three years will be exempt from rent and head tax."

He pointed to a few houses not far away and said, "This area is mostly flat. Originally there was a hunter family here, and later another one came and opened up the land like us."

Zhao Sheng looked in the direction the old man pointed and saw only a few households. Although there were fields around, most of them were dry land. People barely grew some grains and there was almost no rice.

There was nothing else to do but to do so. There was very little food in the fields because the ground, which looked like soil, was actually entirely made up of limestone geological layers.