Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 660 Inquiring about the past
Luo Mao shook his head, his brows furrowing again.

“Lord Luo, there’s an old story that I’ve never heard of. I’d like to ask you about it,” Meng Changqing said.

Luo Mao looked at him. "Please speak."

“Last year, there was a scholar in Xunxian Town…” Meng Changqing deliberately dragged out his words, not in a hurry to continue.

Sure enough, with just a few keywords, Luo Mao understood what Meng Changqing wanted to ask. He shook his head again and sighed, "It's not a good ending."

“I’m afraid of all those people. What trouble can a mere scholar stir up?” Luo Mao scratched his brow. “I wholeheartedly agree with what Prefect Zheng said, but the real difficulties are right in front of us.”

Meng Changqing had no idea about the specific situation in Bishan County, and although he wanted to help, he couldn't come up with a solution.

Cao Hongxing said, "The new prefect is a man of action. He won't turn a blind eye to difficulties. As long as you cooperate well, you might be able to take this opportunity to resolve this difficult matter."

"Sigh, I guess so." Luo Mao picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips, but then put it down in frustration.

As he was trying to reassure himself, he saw Meng Changqing beside him deftly rolling the vegetables into the pancakes, making several in a row. "Lord Meng, are you still hungry?"

"Bring some to my advisor to try." Meng Changqing picked up the roast pork in front of him and asked, "Would Lord Luo like some more?"

Luo Mao shook his head, but before he could even shake it halfway, the roast pork on the plate was rolled up.

"Lord Meng is still the best," Luo Mao exclaimed.

Meng Changqing was puzzled by this, "What do I have to do with it?"

"Beishan County is clean and tidy. Your county government is united in purpose, so there are no worries."

Upon hearing this, Cao Hongxing chuckled sarcastically, "Why didn't you say this four years ago?"

"Look at what I've been saying today," Luo Mao apologized to Meng Changqing, adding, "Please forgive me, Lord Meng." "Hey, we've known each other for so many years, a few words of jokes, what's with all this talk about forgiveness? You're being too formal," Meng Changqing said.

Meng Changqing rolled up all the dishes on the table, then used the excuse of asking the waiter for some oil paper to pay for the meal.

Meng Changqing went back into the private room and had just finished wrapping the cakes when he heard Cao Hongxing say, "It's getting late, and we still have things to do in the county. Let's go."

As he stood up, Cao Hongxing helped Luo Mao up and said to him, "Lord Luo, although Xunxian Town is within the territory of your Bishan County, it is not your business alone. If you have any difficulties, just say the word. I'm sure Lord Meng would say the same thing."

Meng Changqing, carrying the cakes, smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Lord Cao is right."

There wasn't much sincerity in Meng Changqing's words.

It's not that she could condone human sacrifice to the mountains, but rather that it wasn't her place to make the decision, or even to have a say in it; even if she wanted to, it wouldn't matter.

If Zheng Jie had gathered them together and asked them to come up with a solution, Meng Changqing might have been able to contribute.

But in this situation, if she were to offer advice or help, Luo Mao would blame her for meddling too much.

She became worldly and cautious, and these concerns were even more important than human lives.

At this point, Meng Changqing hadn't realized this yet. After all, although it sounded tragic, the person hadn't died in front of her, so her feelings were limited.

After going downstairs, Meng Changqing handed the things in his hand to Xi Bei and said to Cao Hongxing and Luo Mao, "My lords, I have the longest journey, so I will go ahead first."

Back in Beishan County, Meng Changqing continued to focus on his own work.

Spring planting has come to an end, but there is still a lot of work to be done in the fields, and Meng Changqing is busy traveling around to various villages.

Luo Mao admired how clean and united the county was, but how could he achieve that without putting in his own effort?