"The people of Xuanzhu County are so miserable."
As Yingu Yue looked at the newspaper, he suddenly let out a strange sigh. Xia Lingguo, who was busy with official duties, slightly raised an eyebrow but did not respond to him.
"Mr. Xia, don't you want to ask me why I think so?"
"Under heaven, no one is not miserable, and all are troubled."
Yingu Yue put down the newspaper, "Mr. Xia, come with me."
Xia Lingguo obediently put aside his duties and followed him out.
He knew that if he ignored this person now, it would only lead to more entanglement and nagging. It was better to resolve it quickly and send him on his way.
The two walked to the balcony, looking at this small town, built relying on the barren mountain. At this moment, the sun was shining, bathing the entire town in golden splendor.
A cool breeze blew by, ringing hundreds of copper bells.
This was Copper Bell Town, the southernmost part of Dongyang District.
