Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Lai Cai looked at the person who was returning with the flag in the distance. He walked two steps behind Ba Fang and asked, "Have you ever thought that someone didn't run the whole way, but just waited somewhere to snatch the flag?"

Bafang looked back at him and chuckled, "I've thought about it. But how can I say I've passed the test if I can't even protect what I've got?"

Lai Cai disagreed strongly, "It's not fair at all. What are you testing? It's their endurance. Those who listen to you seriously run properly, while those who take shortcuts save their energy and rob them of their achievements. You don't do them justice, but make sarcastic remarks. Is that right?"

Bafang was choked by his words and couldn't think of any words to defend himself for a moment.

He originally thought that his first level was particularly smart, but after listening to Lai Cai's words, he only regretted not discussing it with him in advance.

They didn't speak loudly, but Meng Changqing was right next to them and should be able to hear what they were talking about.

Bafang secretly looked at Meng Changqing's expression, and his eyes were like a thief, scanning Meng Changqing's face back and forth several times.

Meng Changqing couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

"Since this matter has been entrusted to you, I will not interfere in the middle." Meng Changqing added, "But do the people recognize you more or Beishan County Government more? No matter how well you do, people will only remember the County Government.

You can do it boldly. "

What is so bold? Bafang knew that Meng Changqing was playing tricks on him. "Master, I was wrong."

"Why apologize at this time?" Meng Changqing smiled at the person who ran up to him, but whispered to Bafang, "Write a 500-word self-criticism tonight."

After saying that, he pushed Bafang forward and took responsibility to the end.

Bafang forced himself to cheer up and imitated Meng Changqing in greeting the person in front of him with a smile, "Congratulations on passing the first level."

There were a total of twenty small flags on the official road. The eight parties counted the number of people and shouted loudly: "Who among you did not complete the race and snatched other people's small flags? Stand up now."

The returning people looked at each other.

Bafang noticed the two vicious looks and figured it out. "If you admit it now, you will only be disqualified. If I find out the truth from the interrogation, you will be beaten with a stick."

Someone obviously shrank his neck.

Bafang stared at the two guilty people and sneered, "It seems that during the New Year, someone is determined to make things difficult for me."

The two men immediately knelt on the ground.

"I...I quit." Another person followed suit.

Bafang asked someone to write down their names. "You knew you were wrong and took the initiative to withdraw. You can be considered to have known your mistakes and can correct them. Put down what you have and get out."

"Yes."

The two men dropped the small green flags in their hands and pushed each other to hide in the crowd.

At this moment, a man who was running back from the official road shouted, "Sir! The flag I got was taken away! Please help me."

Bafang immediately stopped the two people who were trying to hide in the crowd and asked, "Is the person who stole your flag among them?"

The man pointed at one of the two men and said, "That's him!"

Bafang asked the man to return to the team and asked again who the other person who was robbed was. After waiting for a long time, the person still didn't come. Someone who knew the situation said: There was another person who was robbed and sat on the ground crying for a long time. Maybe he thought there was no hope of passing the customs and didn't run over here anymore.

"Should we send someone to look for him?" Cheng Guang asked.

Bafang looked at Meng Changqing's expression, but he didn't expect that his young master didn't even look at him.

Bafang could only make his own decision, "Go find that person." Then he said loudly to everyone, "Those who got the flag have passed the first level. Rest for an incense stick of time and start the second level test.

Disperse, I remember your faces, come back when you hear three gongs."

After hearing this, more than half of the people who had run ten miles back and forth sat down.

Luo Sanmu was relatively better, and he was able to hold on and return to sit down next to his family.

Jiang Chan held a pot of hot soup, quickly poured out a mouthful and fed it to Luo Sanmu's mouth.

"Drink it later." Luo Sanmu leaned on Jiang Chan, "Where did the soup come from?"

"Thanks to Xidong, she went back to her residence to endure it."

(End of this chapter)