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[057] Thirty years in Hedong?(2/2)

After a while, Su Ping stopped writing and dried the two documents with his own name on them.

"That's right, I can't see the slightest bit of fraud."

Su Ping nodded with satisfaction, put away the documents, got on his horse, and turned to look in the direction of Yang Jing.

He planned to leave, but he did not intend to forget this humiliating experience.

"If you have a chance……"

"drive!"

The riding whip was swung down heavily.

The horses kicked up their hooves and galloped towards the north.

I decided to go north early in the morning.

If the Duke's Mansion is determined not to let him go, most of its manpower will definitely be deployed in the south leading to Xiaohe Village.

No one could have imagined that he would go north.

Pass through Feng'an Prefecture, Donghui Prefecture, Jiahua Prefecture, and Ruijiang Prefecture, then go all the way east, then cross the border and go to Dasu in Dongzhou!

This is the route and final destination planned by Su Ping.

He thought very thoroughly.

Nanzhou is hostile to Daqing and it is difficult to go there. Although Xizhou has Buddhism and Taoism to mix with, it is also difficult to go there because of such a large desert.

Um...I won't mention the north.

Only Dongzhou is the best choice.

The Dasu Dynasty in Dongzhou was not at all behind Daqing in terms of national strength, land, and laws.

After all the calculations, only the overall level of Confucianism and Taoism is worse.

Moreover, there was frequent trade between Dasu and Daqing. As long as I was willing to spend money, there would be no problem in adding a merchant group.

As for the map... you don't need it at all.

After reading so many books in the Imperial Academy, I'm afraid there won't be many people in Daqing who know the geography of Zhongzhou better than he does.

Once we reach the Dasu Dynasty, we will no longer have the shackles of Duke Dingguo...

Su Pingping was thinking and planning expressionlessly.

But he didn't know.

About four hundred miles away from him, on the official road, a bald man with bare feet was walking silently.

If someone comes close to him, they can hear the repeated muttering.
Chapter completed!
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