Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

The sun was high in the sky, and it was the hottest time of the day. Zhang Tiezhu returned to Zheng Le Escort Agency on time. After the two had dinner, they closed the door and left.

On the street, Zhang Tiezhu held back his question for a long time before finally raising it.

"Chief镖师, the east gate is the way to Yan City. Wouldn't it be a detour if we went through the south gate?"

"Sometimes, the choice of route isn't necessarily the shortest, but rather the most suitable one. As the saying goes, 'The south wind knows my heart, blowing my dreams to the western continent.' Although taking the south gate is a detour, we can enjoy the beautiful scenery and learn about interesting people and things along the way, gaining a lot of knowledge and broadening our horizons."

Zhang Tiezhu straightened his back; he had learned something new.

The south wind knows my heart, blowing my dreams to the western continent.

That's a really cool phrase. I'll say it every time I go through the South Gate, and I'll learn it too for the East, West, and North Gates. Say it every time I go through a gate. It'll be really cool. I asked immediately.

"Head镖师 (镖师 is a term used in the Chinese martial arts novel, referring to a镖局, a system of guarding specializing in镖局) and how should we explain the route through the east, west, and north gates?"

"East wind, it's hard to meet and hard to part, the east wind is powerless and the flowers wither. West wind, the west wind rolls up the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. North wind, the north wind sweeps the ground and breaks the white grass, and snow flies in the eighth month of the northern sky."

Zhang Tiezhu took out paper and pen from his bag, but then forgot again.

"Captain of the镖头 (bodyguard/escort), it's so hard to meet again, the east wind blows but the chrysanthemums wither," what's the next line again?

He kicked Zhang Tiezhu in the butt and said, "I've been teaching you for so long, and you can't even remember a few lines of poetry. Your memory is terrible. From now on, you'll memorize a three-thousand-word article every day. Remember it well: 'It's hard to meet and hard to part, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.'"

His straight back was instantly bent under the heavy burden of memorizing three thousand words of text every day, and the flesh on his face sagged, like a bitter gourd that had been hit by frost.

"Chief Escort Zheng, please wait."

As they reached the south gate, a voice came from the nearby herbal tea shop.

Looking in that direction, a middle-aged man dressed in official robes and sporting a mustache walked over and bowed.

"Chief Escort Zheng, I am Wu Feng, and I have come here specifically to wait for you."

With a cupped hand in greeting, Zheng Qian said with a smile, "So it's Lord Wu. I've heard so much about you. I have some matters to attend to, but I will definitely visit you when I return. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Zheng Qian pulled his horse away without the slightest hesitation.

He rose to officialdom halfway through his career, and he was also laid to rest halfway through his life.

Wu Feng stepped forward and blocked Zheng Qian's path. "Chief Escort Zheng, aren't you curious why I'm waiting for you here?"

Pointing to the city gate thirty meters away, Zheng Qian still had a smile on his face. "Lord Wu, I am really in a hurry. When I return, I will definitely pay you a visit with generous gifts. Farewell."

After saying that, he walked around Wu Feng and headed towards the city gate.

What a curiosity! Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?

Wu Feng tried to block his way again, but Zhang Tiezhu grinned and suddenly leaned close to him, stopping him in time.

Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, "If you stop my head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), I'll take off your pants, hmph."

A mixture of smells—garlic, food, and tartar—wafted over me, along with saliva spraying into my mouth.

Drink tui.

Wu Feng spat repeatedly; it was utterly disgusting.

Zhang Tiezhu's tactic worked well; Wu Feng indeed stopped chasing and instead shouted from behind.

"Chief镖主 (Zheng, the镖头 is a nickname for a镖师, meaning镖头 is a person or organization), the

Zheng Qian continued walking forward. "Are you kidding me? A county magistrate waiting for a mere镖头 (bodyguard/escort)? Only a fool would believe that."

"Zheng Le".

Wu Feng panicked. He knew of Zheng Qian's feat of single-handedly destroying the Biqiang Sect, and that the few soldiers at the city gate couldn't stop him. He explained loudly.

"The magistrate said he didn't want you to stay, he just wanted to tell you about Zheng Le."

Zheng Qian stopped in his tracks, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Zheng Le is Zheng Qian's biological father; it's an obsession.

Zheng Qian mounted his horse and tossed a rein to Wu Feng, saying, "Lead the way."

"okay."

Wu Feng mounted his horse and galloped towards the east gate with Zheng Qian in tow.

Currently, there are only two people in Lüchang County who are worth the government guarding the four city gates to prevent them from leaving: one is Jin Jindao from Jindao Shop, and the other is Zheng Qian from Zheng Le Escort Agency.

The Brocade Knife Shop has over three hundred skilled fighters, all of them muscular and capable of taking on ten men at once.

The reason why Zheng Qian was worth defending was very simple: he single-handedly destroyed one of the three major forces in Lüchang County, the Biqiang Sect.

It should be noted that the Jade Spear Sect is on the same level as the Brocade Knife Shop and the Golden Flour Chamber of Commerce. People only say that the Jade Spear Sect is domineering, but no one says that the Jade Spear Sect is bad.

This morning, he single-handedly stormed Cao Gang's territory again, defeating the madman Zhang Xinghai and the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce members in a rout. Such a master deserves to be detained by the government at the four city gates.

On the city tower of the East Gate, Magistrate He Zuowen sat upright at his desk, dressed in a blue robe, looking refined and composed.

As Wu Feng led Zheng Qian onto the city wall, He Zuowen extended his slender hand, his eyes gleaming with a gentle light, and spoke to Zheng Qian.

"Please take a seat."

After Zheng Qian sat down, He Zuowen waved his hand, and everyone withdrew from the city tower.

He poured Zheng Qian a cup of tea himself and slowly asked, "Nephew, are you carrying luggage on a long journey?"

Two years ago, He Zuowen was still a grain manager. Zheng Le took on many escort duties for the government, including transporting grain. The two became good friends and got very close. It was not wrong for He Zuowen to call him his nephew.

"My lord, I want to go out and see the world."

He paused for a moment while holding the teacup, blew on the tea, took a sip, put it on the table, and said.

"Young people should be adventurous and see more of the world. Your sister Ruoyun is in the palace. If you go to Yancheng, you must go and see her."

As if suddenly remembering something, He Zuowen patted his head and continued.

"Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the palace. I had forgotten about that rule. Didn't I give you the position of patrol inspector? Don't worry, with your uncle around, it's only a matter of time before you enter the palace and become an official."

Zheng Qian took out the inspector's documents and placed them on the table without saying a word.

You're way too cunning to play mind games.

You immediately start by trying to establish a connection by calling her your nephew, and then you bring up He Ruoyun, who is currently favored by the Emperor and has been granted the title of Noble Lady. Although she has no real power, she can wield supreme authority.

Then it was pointed out that Zheng Qian was an ordinary person and did not even have the qualifications to enter the palace, which subtly elevated He Ruoyun and belittled Zheng Qian, telling him that he did not even have the qualifications to enter the palace.

Finally, I extend an olive branch: I'll offer you a position, and I guarantee you'll be promoted and make a fortune.

No wonder he was promoted from grain manager to county magistrate. It seems that it wasn't all thanks to He Ruoyun. After all, He Wenzhuo has won the respect of the people and the praise of the court in the past two years. This shows that he has unfathomable shrewdness and wisdom.

“My dear nephew, the Red Turban Rebellion is a great opportunity for me to make a name for myself. This morning I moved my documents here to work. From now on, I will eat and live on the city wall. Let those abandoned folks see that their magistrate is still fighting on the front line. As long as we are united, we can defeat the Red Turban Rebellion.”

"Come on, join your uncle and let's make great achievements together."

After He Zuowen finished speaking, he still didn't get a response from Zheng Qian, and he didn't know how to continue.

Most importantly, Zheng Qian's eyes showed no emotional fluctuations, only calmness and depth.

He Zuowen felt as if he had been stripped naked in front of Zheng Qian, his mind and body exposed to the sunlight, which was extremely embarrassing.

Unbeknownst to him, Zheng Qian was also watching him this morning while he was looking at Cao Bang.

Unfortunately, as an ordinary person, his eyesight was not as good as Zheng Qian's. He could only see a blurry figure, while Zheng Qian could see the cold expression on his face.

Keep making empty promises, why have you stopped?

Zheng Qian found He Zuowen boring; he neither loved power nor money, and empty promises were meaningless to him.

Besides, a nobleman and a county magistrate are not worth Zheng Qian's assistance.

After a long silence, Zheng Qian finally spoke.

"Your Excellency, where is Zheng Le?"