Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Looking at the hand being held by Wu Anren, Bai Yunxi chuckled, "Sitting for a long time, my legs and feet are indeed a little numb."

"In a while, I will accompany Yiren to enjoy the flowers in the garden, exercise my muscles and bones..."

As he said that, Wu Anren said in a low voice, "Liang Gong from our prefecture is not an ordinary person. She comes from the famous Mu family in the capital. She is a dignified lady with strict rules. Master Liang belongs to the Beijing official dispatch , I may be transferred back to Kyoto when the term of office is up."

Bai Yunxi thought about it. During the period of the Song Dynasty, many prefectures and counties were set up, and each prefecture had a magistrate, who was responsible for managing government affairs and military affairs, as well as the troops stationed in the prefecture.

Even her Xiaowu, in addition to managing local government affairs, is also in charge of the military in two counties.

When it comes to the army, it is naturally the most important thing for the court.That's why, whether it's the magistrate or the magistrate, the imperial court directly sends Beijing officials to serve in the localities, and when the term expires, they return to Beijing and replace them with other people.

Even so, the local state government still set up general judgments. In addition to assisting government affairs, it also has the responsibility of supervising local officials.

Thinking of this, Bai Yunxi couldn't help sighing in his heart, no wonder Wu Anren mentioned Liang Gongren with a calm tone, and there were so many intricate details in it.

That's right, although Wu Tongpan is a sixth-rank official, he has the responsibility of supervising the magistrate, and he can avoid him and directly submit a letter to the court. This right alone is enough to be respected.

While speaking, everyone had already reached the gate of the mansion, beside the carriage, a group of girls and women were helping a graceful and luxurious woman to get off the carriage.

Standing in the crowd, Bai Yunxi watched Liang Gongren being supported by the maid, and couldn't help but take a few glances.

She is wearing a blue thin double-breasted beige with swastika patterns embroidered on the collar and front, and a dark blue skirt embroidered with elegant orchids.The hair is thrown into a bun, with a golden hairpin inserted on the left and right sides of the bun, and a small and delicate crown of emerald flowers embedded in the center of the bun.
On the maid's wrist, there was a pair of white jade bracelets. The nails of the red Danko set off the white and delicate knuckles, which did not look like someone in their 40s.

Thinking about it, too, dignified fourth-grade respectful people, there are a lot of girls and women, and the maintenance is naturally extreme.

When Liang Gongren stood still, Wu Anren took Baiyunxi and took a step forward, and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Greetings to Mr. Liang Gong, and welcome to Mr. Gong."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she and the guests who came also blessed her body and saluted. For a moment, the rings were tinkling, and the colorful clothes were dazzling.

Liang Gongren supported the girl's hand, straightened his body, raised his chin slightly, condescendingly greeted the woman in front of him, and said softly,
"All free."

Seeing everyone standing up, Liang Gong took a step forward, looked at Wu Anren gently,
"I'm late, please wait for a long time."

"Where does Mr. Gong say, it's about viewing flowers, no matter whether it's morning or evening."

Wu Anren said politely, and asked people to come in and talk sideways. A group of people gathered around the door, which was really outrageous.

Surrounded by Liang Gongren, they went all the way to the hall. Wu Anren invited him to the first seat, and he sat on the right side of the first seat to accompany him.

For a while, there was another exchange of greetings, good words one after another as if no money was needed, but Liang Gongren, with a decent smile on his face, seemed to have been used to such occasions for a long time, and Bai Yunxi couldn't help but admire him.

When communicating with women in the back house, every word and every word of yours is tempting. You are obviously soft-spoken, but there are hidden mysteries in every sentence, which is not at all easier than men's verbal wars.

Bai Yunxi sat quietly, listening to their greetings with whispers and laughter in his ears, thinking in his heart, he had to let the two daughters-in-law learn how to socialize in the backyard, so as to accumulate more experience, so as not to be tricked.

From the moment she entered the door until now, she hadn't interrupted except for saying hello at the beginning, but it aroused Liang Gongren's idea.

"I heard that Bai Yiren has been in Fucheng for some time, and I haven't seen each other, but is he not used to the climate of Fucheng?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was suddenly quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Bai Yunxi, with different eyes.

Facing everyone's curious eyes, Bai Yunxi smiled slightly,
"Fucheng is not too far from our Qing County, and there is not much difference in climate. The main reason is that when we first came to Fucheng, many things needed to be put back, and we didn't leave the mansion very often. You don't know, we are in the countryside. It’s easy to forget the date when you’re busy. If Wu Anren hadn’t sent me an invitation card, I almost forgot that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.”

In the eyes of everyone, they are just country folks. Instead of letting them be weird, it's better to talk about it directly.

"I agree with that. In my spare time, I occasionally go to the village. Every spring planting and autumn harvesting is always the busiest." Liang Gongren nodded, his tone easy-going.

Before Baiyunxi could reply, there was a chuckle beside him,
"I heard that farmers go to work in the fields. The men are shirtless and the women are barefoot. I can't even imagine such a scene... Dare I ask Bai Yiren, is this true?"

Following the voice, Bai Yunxi saw the next woman wearing a pea green dress. She was covering her mouth with a handkerchief. Her tone was full of questions, but there was a sense of schadenfreude in her eyes. .

Bai Yunxi looked at her with a calm expression, "I wonder who this lady is?"

Wu Anren glanced at the man, his expression slightly restrained, and before she could speak, Mrs. Deng spoke with a smile.

"Bai Yiren doesn't know, this is Mrs. Qian. The head mother of the governor's family." Mrs. Deng said, taking out her handkerchief and pressing the corner of her mouth, "Governor Qian should be working under Mr. Zhizhou. "

After hearing Mrs. Deng's reminder, Mrs. Qian looked startled, and then hummed,
"Ms. Deng is really funny. We women are talking, what are we talking about men for?"

"Miss Qian, don't mind. Bai Yiren didn't know about us when he first arrived in Fucheng. Please explain in detail so that people can remember, right?" Mrs. Deng said, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, and giggled.

Hearing this, Bai Yunxi frowned, the governor of the prefecture is at the ninth rank, just below the seventh rank, and his family members have no titles.

"Miss Qian, right? You're right. Farmers live in poverty, and they count on the harvest of the few acres of land in the field all year round. They wish they could stay in the field every day, hoping to harvest an extra liter and a half. In the season, the whole family is naturally dispatched, just to plant the seedlings earlier and harvest more."

"It's said that the same person has different fate. Mrs. Qian fell into a honey pot when she was born, and she didn't know the sufferings of the people. What farmers care about is how much food they harvest all year round, how much taxes they pay, and whether they are hungry afterwards. As for the rest, no one cares." care."

Speaking of this, Bai Yunxi looked at Mrs. Qian's contemptuous eyes, and slightly restrained her expression,
"It can only be said that Mrs. Qian will be reincarnated, so she doesn't need to roll up her trouser legs to go to the fields. Farmers are born to live a hard life, as long as they can feed themselves and survive starvation, they will naturally ignore others."