Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 509 It's Better to Be Insufficient
Many things mixed together made Meng Changqing feel uneasy in the New Year.

These days, Meng Changqing often thought that although Liu Dexiang would have to be removed sooner or later, would it definitely be beneficial to her to replace him with a superior?

Even if Wen Fangyun was brought back, Meng Changqing felt that it might not be a good thing, not to mention that it was impossible.

Since you are under the control of others, there are bound to be things that are unsatisfactory.

Every time she thought about the future, she felt dim and gloomy, as if as long as she was in this world, no matter what her identity or situation, there was always a heavy mountain pressing down on her head.

When you are young and strong, you can barely survive by carrying this mountain on your back. But once you are no longer able to do so, the mountain will immediately crush you into meat paste.

"Master!"

Meng Changqing's depressed mood was interrupted by Bafang's force.

He walked to the window crookedly, carrying a stone pole on his shoulder. "Master, look at this treasure. I asked Master Bai to make it according to my request."

What Bafang called treasure was the stone burden he carried on his shoulders and was reluctant to put down.

It was a solid wooden stick with a large stone embedded on each side.

"For the seventh day?"

Bafang nodded, and his eyes kept signaling Meng Changqing to try his new treasure.

Meng Changqing leaned out of the window and lifted the stone closest to her. If she didn't use force with her hands, the stone would not move easily even if Bafang carried it on his shoulders, which shows how heavy it is.

"How heavy is this?" Meng Changqing asked.

Bafang shook the weight on his shoulders and said, "It's about the weight of two stone of grain."

Meng Changqing leaned against the window sill and asked him, "How many people can meet your requirements?" "I don't know." Bafang scratched his head, "Do we have to choose ten people?"

"That's not necessarily true."

"Does it depend on how many people are selected on the sixth day of the first lunar month?" Bafang guessed what Meng Changqing meant. "Let's count based on the total number of 20 people. I'll select the remaining number of people based on how many people are selected in the written test."

"Not necessarily. My original intention was to select ten civil and military officials, but this is the first time we have used examinations to select yamen runners. It is also the first time for the people in the county, so we don't know each other's strengths.

I think we should strictly follow the conditions we set. If there are more than 20 candidates, we will select the best candidates. If there are less than 20 candidates, we will select again in the second half of the year."

"We'll hold the election in the second half of the year." Bafang said with a smile, "This is a good idea. It would be better if it were insufficient. The people know that there will be an election in the second half of the year, and those who are willing to work in the government will definitely not slack off."

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Meng Changqing got up early in the morning to practice swordplay.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw several imperial guards standing on the roof of the next courtyard, each of them craning their necks to look in the direction of the front yamen.

Meng Changqing called out to them, "What are you looking at?"

Wang Xun bowed to Meng Changqing and said, "Sir Meng, I didn't expect it to be so lively. There are so many people waiting at the gate of the county government office. Boss Shu really knows how to do business. He is here again with his pole on his shoulder to sell millet cakes."

Zhou Qiwen discussed with Meng Changqing with a smile, "Master Meng, we will help you look after the person, how about you treat us to some millet cake?"

Meng Changqing could still afford to pay for their millet cakes, "Then I got the advantage."

Meng Changqing went into the kitchen and said a few words to Xiao Dai, who immediately took the money and went to buy all of Shu Erhua's millet cakes.

Knowing that there were people waiting outside, Meng Changqing walked around the door twice before practicing with the sword. He greeted everyone who came to take the exam and told them not to rush, as the exam would not start for at least another hour, and they could find a warm place in the town to wait.

It was still early, and apart from the shops selling breakfast, no other places on the street were open. Considering that there were so many of them, Meng Changqing asked the yamen runners to open the door of the school and asked them to wait inside.