Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 276 Departure Immediately

But Qi Renli didn't expect that when he arrived at Dazhou Prefecture, he couldn't even get through the door.

Seeing Yang Zheng coming out of the side door of the government office, he hurried over and said, "Brother Yang, what's the situation? What does the governor say?"

Yang Zheng looked unhappy, "Lord Wen has seen the token and said that it is not good to ignore the county magistrate below. He cannot directly manage the Hong family."

"What?" Qi Renli said angrily, "He actually dared to ignore it? Has he seen the complaint?"

Yang Zheng nodded, "I showed it to him, but when the complaint was in his hands, I asked him for it, but he refused to return it."

Qi Renli dropped the cake in his hand, stamped his feet and said, "Is there any law in this world? Is there any justice in the world?"

"Don't be angry." Yang Zheng took out a letter from his sleeve. "Although he said he didn't care, he wrote a letter to the county magistrate, saying that if he took it to the county, the county government would take care of it."

As naive as Qi Renli, he didn't believe it now.

Suddenly Qi Renli realized, "Oh no, hurry back to Hongfu Village, the people named in the complaint are in danger!"

Hearing this, Yang Zheng quickly mounted his horse and said, "We have left people in Hongfu Village, so don't worry too much."

The group then went to Hongfu Village.

In Beishan County, Meng Changqing got up at dawn. If there was nothing particularly urgent, she would always practice swordplay in the yard first, warm up her body, and then go to the study in the front yamen to handle official business.

Usually, after the official business is almost done, Bafang will come over with breakfast.

This process has become a habit. Meng Changqing finishes the documents on hand while eating breakfast.

After that, think about what you want to do today.

Thinking about what her master had dealt with yesterday, she simply went down to the fields.

By this time the sky was bright and the fields were full of people working.

Looking at their sweat-soaked clothes on their backs, you can tell they have been doing this job for quite a while.

Meng Changqing stood on the ridge of the field and shouted to the people working in the field, "If you can't work anymore, take a break. Don't overwork yourself."

In the fields, people wheeling various farm tools turned around and saw that it was their Lord Meng. Many of them responded positively, "Hey!"

"Master Meng, you're going to the fields so early in the morning?"

Meng Changqing replied: "I came to see you guys, do you find anything inconvenient?"

"It's convenient. The county magistrate is in charge of us. Everything is very convenient."

Meng Changqing didn't take this seriously. She knew that she couldn't just listen to nice words, otherwise she would be gone in less than half a year.

"Where is the water for irrigation?" Meng Changqing asked.

"It's convenient to use water," said a nearby person. "After the autumn harvest, we dug a canal. Now we can pedal the waterwheel and the water will flow to our fields. It's very convenient."

Meng Changqing paused briefly on the ridge of the field, and then went to see several large reservoirs. These were reservoirs that were dug when winter was almost approaching last year. In winter, they were used to store snow. When the weather got warmer, the snow melted into water, and water wheels could be set up on the reservoirs to divert the water into the ditches.

This will save people from having to carry water from far away like last year.

She was standing beside the pool with satisfaction when she saw Mancang and a boy running on the path not far away, one after the other, each holding a piece of brown sugar cake in their hands.

Meng Changqing recognized the brown sugar cake. She also had a piece of it in her breakfast. It must have been steamed by Laicai in the morning.

Looking at these two children running in the fields, carefree and innocent, it is such a wonderful scene.

The boy didn't run as fast as Mancang, and he fell to the ground with a thud, but his hand holding the brown sugar cake was still raised high.

Mancang stopped and went back to the boy.

Meng Changqing thought Mancang was going to help the man up, but Mancang grabbed the brown sugar cake from the man's hand and ran away.

"Mancang!" Meng Changqing shouted, "Give the things back!" You little brat, you start bullying others at such a young age.

After inspecting various places, Meng Changqing returned to the government office and found Cheng Guang, asking him to pay attention to who in the county was good at raising livestock.

"After a while, Luojiang County will send cattle here, and there will be cattle-raising masters coming along. Find a few people and learn from the masters."

"Yes, I'll go and find out right away."

As soon as Cheng Guang went out, Meng Changqing heard scolding coming from all directions outside.

"Look at yourself, what a person you are!"

When I came out of the study, I saw Bafang holding Mancang by the back of the neck and scolding him as he walked.

"What's wrong?" Meng Changqing asked.

"That's outrageous!" Seeing that Meng Changqing was going to intervene, Bafang put Mancang on the ground. "Ask her, after you beat Manshan until he screamed, do you still act like a girl?"

"Which Manshan?" Meng Changqing asked again.

"The son of the white bricklayer, the silly boy who always plays with her."

Meng Changqing remembered the one whose red sugar cake was robbed. "Why did you beat him up?"

Mancang felt wronged: "We agreed to leave half for me, but he took a big bite."

"It's still for the brown sugar cake." Meng Changqing said helplessly.

Bafang Xun said, "Is there nothing left at home? Why bother with those few bites? If you want to eat, ask Laicai to cook for you."

"Don't say that." Meng Changqing stopped Bafang, then squatted down and asked Mancang, "If you wanted to eat it so much, why did you share the brown sugar cake with Manshan?"

"She didn't give it to me." Bafang revealed, "Mrs. Liang gave it to me."

"Do you have anything else to do?" Meng Changqing turned to Bafang and said, "Go and do your thing."

"Okay, okay, I don't care."

Meng Changqing pulled Mancang to sit on a nearby bench, ready to counsel him, "I know you are a good kid..."

As soon as he started talking, Mancang interrupted him and said, "I'm not."

"Ah?" Meng Changqing was stunned.

But Mancang said, "If being a good child means giving in to others, then I am not that person."

Meng Changqing stood up and shouted to Bafang, who had not yet walked far away: "Bafang, come back."

"What are you doing, young master?"

"Give her a beating."

Bafang quickly found a stick and hit Mancang's palm with it. As Mancang screamed, Meng Changqing tried to reason with her, "Do you want me to give in to others?
Do you know what your behavior today is called? It's called snatching. No matter who gave him the things, once they are in his hands, they belong to him.

You want the other party to give you permission and hand it over to you personally."

Teaching a child is a laborious and stressful task. Meng Changqing was not confident that she could teach Mancang well. After scolding her, he asked Bafang to send her to Wen.

"Master, don't worry about Mancang." Xiao Dai learned about this from Bafang. When he passed by the front yamen, he came over to tell Meng Changqing, "Bafang and Laicai were also very annoying when they were this age. You see, they are both doing well now."

"I am indeed upset, but not because of Mancang." Meng Changqing closed the booklet in front of him and threw it to the corner of the table impatiently.

"why?"

"I have a bad feeling. Why hasn't Lord Qi come back yet?" Meng Changqing said this, feeling even more uneasy. "No, I have to go find him.

Brother Dai, go inform Lord Bai and Bafang that I am going to Dazhou and will leave immediately."