There is a small pavilion on the street, and a monument is erected inside, which says "Han Shui Well". It is said that the well was left in the Han Dynasty, and the water is sweeter than sugar water.

Wan Jun took a bite and felt that it did taste sweeter.

Going further, the Zhenguan General's Mansion is in the middle of the street, where He Chuyi is now stationed.

Wanjun looked around and saw that inside was just a large, dilapidated house.

Wanjun went to the east gate again. From a distance, he saw a big locust tree blocking out the sky and sun standing at the east gate. There was an earth temple built at the root of the big tree. It seemed to be three or four hundred years old.

Wanjun gathered around the old locust tree and took a group of people to the east gate. Looking eastward, the mountains and rivers were winding like giant dragons to the east. The Black Painted River turned south of the east gate and flowed to the southwest.

The southern city wall runs along the river to the southwest, forming a trapezoid that is wide in the north and narrow in the south.

All Jiangjiacun camps have been moved to Fushui Pass. Wan Jun asked about the deployment of Fushui Pass. He Chuyi arranged everything in an orderly manner, "Keep Fushui Pass and Lucheng County will be safe."

Wan Jun encouraged He Chuyi with a few words and looked up to the south of Guancheng. Many fields were already busy with summer harvest.

"Should this year's harvest be good?" Wan Jun asked.

He Chu said, "People say that this year there was no military disaster, and the drought relief was timely, the harvest is much better than last year."

After hearing this, Wan Jun led a group of people and prepared to go out of the east gate to find Huangtu Village.

He Chuyi suddenly knelt down and said, "I have something to report to you, sir!"

Wan Jun said, "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!