Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 389 Is the next one you?
Mao Chunfang was a respectable man, and Meng Changqing started talking to him, and the two naturally started chatting.

Mao Chunfang said, "According to the length of Lord Wei's term, this year is probably the last time we will send a congratulatory letter to Lord Wei. What did Lord Meng write?"

Meng Changqing joked to himself, "I am not like Lord Mao, who was born in the imperial examinations. I don't have any special skills in writing. In the past two or three years, I have only been writing over and over again: Happy New Year to Lord Futai."

Mao Chunfang smiled and said, "It's just one sentence, so you don't need four or five pieces of paper."

"It's not that I'm afraid of neglecting the prefect, so I can only write something else to make up the number." Meng Changqing said, "These are all matters within my county, and I also want to take this opportunity to ask the prefect for advice."

"Only you, Lord Meng, would dare to write about the county's affairs in the congratulatory article." Mao Chunfang said, "Indeed, good things happen in Beishan County every year, and the superiors will be happy to read it if it is appropriate. If we write about the county's affairs, I'm afraid we won't have a peaceful year."

"Master Mao is being modest."

Mao Chunfang smiled halfheartedly, then thought of something and smiled more sincerely, "Lord Meng has many people around him and is more informed. Do you know who will be the governor of Liangzhou after Lord Wei leaves?"

Meng Changqing said: "Although I have many people, they only work in Beishan County, so I can't be considered well-informed. From what Lord Mao said, it seems that he knows something."

Mao Chunfang did not deny it. He said, "For a military general like Lord Wei to concurrently serve as the prefect of a state is just a temporary measure. Now that Liangzhou is stable, it is time to separate the civil and military affairs."

"That's right. I just don't know whether the new prefect will come from somewhere else or be selected from among the gentlemen?" Meng Changqing almost asked directly, will you be the next prefect?
Meng Changqing was speaking in a weird tone, and Mao Chunfang could naturally hear it.

"What do you think, Lord Meng?" Meng Changqing asked back.

"I think it's fine either way." Meng Changqing said with a smile, "It's impossible for me to be the prefect."

"Hahaha." Mao Chunfang shook his head, "You are still young. When you grow older, I'm afraid the position of prefect will not be worthy of you." He paused and asked, "If the next prefect is chosen from among us, who do you think is suitable, Lord Meng?"

"This is something the Ministry of Personnel needs to consider, but since Lord Mao asked me, I think you are a good fit."

"Lord Meng thinks highly of me."

"Of course, who doesn't want to have some friendship with the new superior?" Meng Changqing said.

"In terms of friendship, Lord Ding of Luojiang County is still your master. Why doesn't Lord Meng hope that Lord Ding will be promoted to prefect?"

Meng Changqing said: "Of course I hope so, but this kind of thing is not useful just because you hope for it. Besides, compared to my master, Master Mao made great contributions in suppressing bandits two years ago, so the court will naturally remember you more."

As Meng Changqing spoke, he carefully observed Mao Chunfang's expression. Seeing that he was secretly complacent, he thought to himself, what the hell, is Mao Chunfang really going to be the prefect of Liangzhou?
After saying these words, I felt a chill in my stomach.

On the way back, Meng Changqing tried to speak as little as possible and kept thinking in her mind how she would respond if her Shangguan was really Mao Chunfang.

By the time he arrived at the Liangzhou government office, Meng Changqing had already thought of several ways to bring down Mao Chunfang, but none of them were decent or practical.

The yamen runner who was welcoming guests at the gate came forward and said, "Master Mao, Master Meng, the prefect is talking to Master Cao. Please wait in the warm room. I will take you there."

Mao Chunfang nodded, "Thank you very much."

As soon as I entered the greenhouse, I saw Zeng Jing from Quping County eating cakes.

The three of them met, congratulated each other, and then sat down again.

Mao Chunfang said, "I thought Lord Meng and I were late, but how come the other lords are even later than us?" Zeng Jing took a sip of tea and said, "All of us except Lord Luo have arrived."

Mao Chunfang inquired, "Then why is there no one?"

"Master Hua and Master Ding have just been called away by the prefect. As for Master Cao, he has not come out of his study yet. I think he is discussing important matters."

"Oh."

Meng Changqing heard this and asked, "Why didn't Lord Luo come with Lord Zeng this year?"

Zeng Jing put down the biscuit in his hand, leaned his upper body towards Meng Changqing, and whispered: "Something happened in Quping County. I'm afraid Lord Luo can't come today."

Mao Chunfang moved closer to them and naturally joined the conversation, asking in the same low voice: "What happened in Quping County?"

"It's Chinese New Year, and they happened to hold a sacrifice ceremony again. This year, a scholar's family was involved, and they reported it to the county government. Lord Luo couldn't just ignore it. As a result, the situation got out of hand. Those people almost pushed down the gate of the Bishan County Government. We had to borrow soldiers from the Hongjia Camp to suppress them."

Meng Changqing only half understood what was said, but he had a premonition that blood must be flowing underneath these words.

Unlike Meng Changqing, Mao Chunfang understood clearly. After all, he had been in Liangzhou for a longer time. "The army has been mobilized, but the situation is still not settled?"

"It's not easy to deal with those people." Zeng Jing sighed, "Lord Luo has a hard time too."

Just as Meng Changqing was about to ask in detail, he heard footsteps outside the door, and then the greenhouse door was pushed open.

"Master!" Seeing the person coming in, Meng Changqing stood up to greet him in surprise, "Excuse me, Changqing, I haven't wished you a happy new year in person yet."

Ding Aixue held Meng Changqing's elbow and said with a smile, "I know you have something to do.

I received the things you sent, and your mistress and I both like them very much. Your mistress made you a cotton-padded jacket, which I brought today. I will ask the prefect to lend it to you later. You can try it on and see if it fits you well. "

"I only gave those things, but Master's Wife has to worry about me."

The two people on this side were talking affectionately, while the two people on the other side were staring at them stupidly. It was Zeng Jing who couldn't help it and clapped his hands.

"You two, my lords, how come when Lord Ding comes in, Lord Mao and I become outsiders?" He said with a smile, "I haven't asked Lord Meng yet, why did he suddenly worship Lord Ding as his master? I already know which generational rank I should occupy among you."

"Master Zeng is of the same generation as Master." Meng Changqing said, "So is Master Mao."

Mao Chunfang was not interested in them becoming his disciples, so he changed the subject and asked, "Why didn't Master Hua come?"

"We'll be there soon." Ding Aixue patted Meng Changqing on the shoulder, "Go sit down first, we'll talk later."

Sure enough, just as Meng Changqing's butt touched the stool, Hua Rujin, Cao Hongxing and Wei Fangyun arrived.

Meng Changqing stood up again, saluted, and gave the front seat to other adults. Meng Changqing sat down at the end.

On the main seat, Wei Fangyun said: "Lord Luo is busy and can't come, everyone is here except him.

This is my last year as the prefect of Liangzhou. If you count carefully, there are only a few months left. Thanks to your good governance over the years, I have saved a lot of trouble. I would like to thank you very much. "