A poor family counterattacks, she is beautiful and sassy on the way to the imperial examination

Others said that they saw Uncle Wu, who had been searching in the cottage for a long time, being taken in by that imposing and extraordinary lady, and that he had to use it so soon.

One by one's eyes lit up, they cast a glance at Mo Ran, and smiled triumphantly at Uncle Wu who showed his big white teeth.

Turning his head and eyes bright, he looked at An Chuxia expectantly.

An Chuxia met the man's star-like eyes, and at the same time, she could see the meaning in his eyes.

"You want to do things with me too?"

Han Moran nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"I only accept people who are useful. What skills do you have that can impress me and let me take you in." The words were spoken in a faint voice without any emotion.

Han Moran stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, he pulled out the saber in his hand, turned over and jumped up suddenly.

The sword flower in his hand was as fast as lightning, and when he flew to the ground, a big tree next to him fell to the ground with a bang, and all the branches and branches of the bare tree were severed.

"Clap clap~"

"it is good!"

"...good skill!"

When everyone saw this scene, they praised it one after another.

Who doesn't like talents, An Chuxia also smiled and was about to speak.

Jiang Zhirou, who was handsome by Han Moran, walked over quickly, grabbed his arm shamelessly, turned to An Chuxia and said, "Teacher, he is so handsome. There are so many powerful people around you, so why don't you let him go?" Give it to me!"

An Chuxia fixedly looked at this thick-skinned guy, and looked at her with cold eyes.

Jiang Zhirou felt inexplicably apprehensive, but in order to get this handsome man who was good looking, Jiang Zhirou walked up to An Chuxia and hugged her arm and rubbed her arms, "...Teacher, sister Xia!"

"For so many years, you haven't learned much about being an official, but you are good at being shameless."

"It's all taught well by the teacher," Jiang Zhirou followed An Chuxia's words. Originally, she wanted to please her. When she realized that her words were wrong, she stared at her with a pair of eyes of death.

"I teach well?!" An Chuxia said coldly.

"No... this... is definitely not taught by the teacher, it is a little self-taught."

"Go away, I have never seen anyone worse than you!"

Jiang Zhirou looked like a little daughter-in-law, and returned to the two beautiful men looking for some comfort, but the two men who did not want to follow her were so angry at her pulling Han Moran just now, they looked up at the sky, the ground, and the scenery, Don't look at her.

An Chuxia saw that Jiang Zhirou was rejected by her servant, "It deserves it!"

But she still asked Han Moran who was standing there blankly, "Are you willing to follow her?"

"You have also seen that her identity is also extraordinary. If you are willing to follow her, you will not be short of wealth and prosperity in this life."

Han Moran glanced at the beautiful Jiang Zhirou, and shook his head.

"Then I want to explain to you that it's not such a good life to follow me to do things.

Not only will you sometimes sleep in the open air, but you may also be hunted down from time to time. It is still too late for you to choose again. "

"There is no need to re-election, I will work with you, Mrs. Lady, don't give me to others, okay!" Han Moran said sincerely.

An Chuxia thought it was strange to hear these words, and looked up to see Han Moran's cute and dazed look, and didn't say anything.

In the end, half of the people who had no relatives and no reason did not go back to participate in the division of land, settled down, and asked to stay in An Chuxia's new barracks.

The matter of Donghua Ridge was easily resolved in this way, and An Chuxia even accepted some people who needed it.

But then the bandits on Daqing Mountain were not so easy to talk to. Although they had a good reputation abroad, they were not as bad as the bandits on Heihuya and Youhun Mountain.

But after An Chuxia's investigation and contact, this group of bandits was not as innocent as Donghualing.

So after several times of persuasion to go down the mountain to no avail, it happened to give An Chuxia's newly recruited soldiers a chance to practice.

On the vast and rolling mountains, An Chuxia was wearing a blue embroidered bamboo robe and a black cloak, standing tall and proud like a green pine.

Standing beside Zuo Wang, Lin Can, Leng Shanshan, hundreds of guards and a group of people from Crescent Moon Village, they looked down at the thousands of recruits down the hillside and the group of bandits encircling Daqingshan.

In order to train this group of recruits, An Chuxia and Si Heng's guards, as well as the people from Crescent Moon Village who came to seek refuge, were not allowed to participate in this battle.

Just to let this group of newcomers feel the ruthlessness of swords and swords in fighting, it's either you die or I die, let them have a psychological preparation in advance.

It also gives those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, just to have a place to eat, a chance to choose to leave.

There are less than 1000 bandits in Daqingshan. Er'an Chuxia took over the Donghualing group, and now there are about 3000 people in the recruit camp.

Although the bandits in Daqingshan were fierce, the people on An Chuxia's side beat one by two, and there was another one behind.

In the end, it goes without saying that the result of this fight is known.

Also under An Chuxia's hint, Zuo Wang, Lin Can, and the newly joined Han Moran took advantage of the chaos to join the battle, and wiped the necks of several family leaders in Daqingshan.

Those among the bandits in the Daqingshan Mountain who were secretly checked on the list, and those with lives in their hands were also dealt with in the chaos. After the rest were subdued, they were sent to the quarry to do two years of work and released, and then they were distributed. Tian Anjia.

This also serves as a wake-up call to those who come down from the mountain. If they still want to do bad things, their end will either die or go to the quarry to suffer.

Those who used to think that doing farm work was tiring, saw An Chuxia's tricks also stopped.

They didn't want to die, and they didn't want to go to the quarry to move big rocks.

It is even more impossible to go up the mountain to become bandits. I am afraid that they will be wiped out by this decisive female monarch before they rob.

After An Chuxia finished her work here, Jiang Zhirou had been wandering around as the magistrate for so long, and she had a plan, so she also brought people back to work.

After sending away Jiang Wan, who always wanted to drag her to look for fresh meat, An Chuxia sent people to keep an eye on the Lingnan border, and suddenly news came.

Zhao Jing'an, the acting commander of the Nanning Army, is preparing to recruit Lanyue and Wen Qingyi, a group of rookie soldiers who have not been trained for a long time.

So soon he will be sent to the battlefield of the frontline city to resist foreign enemies.

I don't know what the acting commander is thinking, but this group of recruits who have just been conscripted have not practiced their military sticks, and sending them to the battlefield at this moment is not a proper way to let them be cannon fodder.

And for some unknown reason, the Nanning army, which was still able to confront the Lingnan army, was suddenly defeated and two cities were captured in a row.

Afterwards, An Chuxia received news from the capital that the second emperor, the false emperor, had sent emergency documents to several other border town guards, hoping that they could send troops to support the Lingnan border.

In the evening, the wind stopped, and a light rain began to fall, dripping on the eaves.

Although the winter in the south is not as frozen and snowy as in the north, the cold and humid weather makes the cold even more uncomfortable.

An Chuxia sat on the master chair behind the desk, with a brazier next to it, and threw it in after reading the secret letter. Looking at the secret letter that had been burned to ashes, she always had a faint feeling that there was a conspiracy in it.