Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Bafang's eyes sparkled as he stared at Meng Changqing, "Master, what you said is so true! If I were one of those kids sitting there, I would definitely study very hard."

Meng Changqing chuckled: "The truth has passed through so many ears, but there are not many brains that can remember it, and even fewer hands that can act on it."

Bafang thought so too. Just take his martial arts training as an example. Doesn't he know the necessity of practicing martial arts well? But how come he has practiced for so many years and his level is still mediocre? He really can't help being lazy.

As the two were walking towards the government office, Qi Renli quickly caught up with them from behind, "Sir!" Without even taking a breath, he could not help but praise Meng Changqing, "It is a blessing for Beishan County to have you as the head of Beishan County! It is a blessing for Daliang!"

He had the nerve to say this, but Meng Changqing was embarrassed to listen.

"I don't deserve it. Master Qi, you are too kind." Meng Changqing was about to move forward, but Qi Renli said stubbornly, "I am speaking from the heart. Ever since I entered the teahouse with you that day, I have known that you are a rare good official among the officials of several dynasties. You will go down in history."

He stared at Meng Changqing sincerely with his eyes, "You will definitely go down in history, and the world will remember your kindness."

Meng Changqing thought, that's too unfortunate. Anyone who is recorded in history books would make up some unofficial history. Besides, what's the point of writing on paper? If you have the ability, give you two boxes of gold.

Qi Renli's silly mood passed, and he also noticed that Meng Changqing was in a bad mood, "Sir, are you unhappy?"

Meng Changqing pointed forward and said, "Master Qi, what do you think that is?"

Qi Renli adjusted his position and looked in the direction of her finger. "County government office."

"You're looking in the wrong direction. What's behind the county government office?"

"Behind the county government office? Isn't that a wasteland?"

"Yes. How can I be happy looking at these wastelands?" Meng Changqing said, "It's not time for us to be happy yet."

Qi Renli's expression gradually became serious, "You are right, you are right! Sir, I have to go back and get busy first." Before he finished speaking, he hurried to the yamen.

Bafang came forward, "Master, Lord Qi is a really good person, do we have to treat him like this?" "What did I say wrong?" Meng Changqing asked back, "Look at this land! Thinking about my gold, how can I be happy!"

Bafang scratched his head and whispered behind him, "Otherwise, the lady will say that you are narrow-minded and you will cheat others whenever you are unhappy."

When the two men arrived at the gate of the yamen, they happened to see a yamen runner carrying a gong out.

The yamen runners stopped to make way. Meng Changqing nodded at them. He had only taken a quick look at the people in front of him, but suddenly realized that the people in front of him were not right. So he stopped and asked, "Have the people in charge of the road construction been selected?"

"Oh, yes." The leader took a deep breath and looked a little guilty.

Because of this guilty feeling, Meng Changqing asked, "Who did you choose?"

"The three leaders are Song Xiyu, Chen Zhi, and Fang He." The grandson replied.

"Which class are you in?" Meng Changqing asked.

"I was assigned to the class led by Song."

"Okay, do a good job." Meng Changqing turned around and called Zuo Datou over.

"Banfang, pour Brother Zuo a cup of tea." Meng Changqing asked everyone to sit down before asking, "Have you recruited all your men?"

"Yes, you said that it doesn't matter how many people are repaired, as long as they are repaired, so I didn't draw many people. I will decide whether to add more people when the time comes."

Meng Changqing agreed with his ideas.

"My Lord, you suddenly asked me if there are any changes?" Zuo Datou asked. (End of this chapter)