Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 684 Mind Your Own Business
It was already afternoon when they returned to Beishan County. With only a few dozen people traveling, the journey was always a bit slow.

They ate dry rations all the way back to the county government office. Some of them collapsed on the steps, some rubbing their feet, others going to sleep.

The forwards had already returned to report the news, and Cheng Guang had already had hot meals and bathwater prepared. Seeing that they were lying on the ground unable to get up, he simply carried hot soup and hot food from the kitchen and delivered them to them one by one.

Compared to them, Meng Changqing had much less effort, as he had a horse to ride to and from the place, and Xi Bei to take care of him during the journey.

The people on the steps had just finished eating and recovered when Meng Changqing took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes.

Seeing Meng Changqing enter the study, Cheng Guang quickly followed and reported, "Sir, I told them to go back and rest after they finish eating, and they will be on duty again tomorrow."

"it is good."

Cheng Guang saw Meng Changqing take his teacup, picked up the teapot next to him, and went over to pour him some tea. "Sir, how is things in Bishan County?"

Meng Changqing took a small sip; the temperature was just right. "There has been progress. When we came back, things were still unresolved, and I don't know to what extent we can get it done."

As they spoke, Meng Changqing sat down behind his desk and began to review the official documents he was processing.

Basically, it was just the things Qi Renli and Cheng Guang sent. Except for the things they needed her to make a decision about, she could put the rest away after looking at them.

Compared to before, Meng Changqing now handles these matters much less effort.

"When you led your men to Bishan County, I asked around about Xunxian Town. The terrain there is very complicated, and I'm afraid the troops borrowed from the two counties can't handle it," Cheng Guang said.

Meng Changqing picked up his brush, and Cheng Guang immediately ground the ink.

While handling official business, she said to Cheng Guang, "That's not something we can predict. In any case, it's a good thing that the new prefect is willing to deal with these old problems. The worst thing is when no one cares about such things."

Now that someone is in charge, regardless of how well things are managed, they can only develop in a better direction.

Cheng Guang didn't understand. How could it necessarily be better? "Why?"

“It’s already completely ruined,” Meng Changqing said. “That place can hardly be considered part of the Great Liang territory. If we attack like this now, it will only benefit Bishan County, both in terms of the population that will be relocated and the terrain that will be discovered.” After listening to Meng Changqing’s words, Cheng Guang started to think about it. Meng Changqing had finished reading all the official documents on the table and was still pondering.

“We can’t interfere in other people’s business, and it’s useless to think about it too much,” Meng Changqing said. “Just take care of what’s in front of us.”

"Ah." Mentioning the present moment, Cheng Guang thought of something. "Sir, Miss Mo came to see me this morning and told me some good news."

"What happy event?"

"Do you remember that kid in our county, Xiao Wuzi?"

Upon hearing the name, Meng Changqing had a vague recollection; he had indeed heard of it, but couldn't remember the person.

"What's wrong with this person?" Meng Changqing asked.

“This child modified the iron plow. I went to take a look, and it wasn’t much different from the old one, except that the angle of the bent wood was different. But everyone who tried it said it was less strenuous than before. I didn’t believe it at first, but I tried it myself and pulled the plow for a small area. It was indeed less strenuous than before,” Cheng Guang said. “Sir, would you like to take some time to go and see the modified iron plow?”

When Meng Changqing heard about modifying farm tools, he remembered who the child was. "This Xiao Wuzi, didn't he modify a silk reeling machine before?"

"Yes, that's the child."

Meng Changqing said in surprise, "This child really likes to think about things. Don't miss any time, I'll go with you to take a look now."

Xiao Dai brought over a steaming bowl of food, but there was no one in the study.

Meng Changqing was already testing the modified iron plow. She tightened the hemp rope around her shoulder, buried her head, and walked forward. She was still plowing a barren field. Cheng Guang followed behind, holding the plow. The two of them walked very fast.

Of course, Meng Changqing had no food in his stomach and didn't have much strength at the moment, so he stopped after trying for a while.

"It's good stuff, Xiao Wu. You're a really good kid. You're good at thinking things through and you always manage to come up with something useful."