Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

In another two or three years, the positions of county yamen runners will be filled, and the people who were brought out from Weishan Camp should return to their original duties.

As Meng Changqing was lost in thought, he heard Man Cang's voice from afar, "Young Master! Are you going to eat?"

"Eat." After replying, Meng Changqing didn't forget to leave Xiao Wuzi with a parting word: "Work hard!"

Xiao Wu nodded seriously.

Meng Changqing left first, leaving Cheng Guang to take Xiao Wuzi to collect the reward money.

When Meng Changqing returned to his study, he noticed that the meat pie on the plate was not right; its presentation suggested that it had been tampered with.

It's not impossible that someone poisoned her, but anyone with a brain would know to restore her to her original state.

Meng Changqing picked up the chopsticks beside him and turned all the meat pies over. He saw that the bottom pie had been bitten twice. Hearing the uneasy footsteps outside the study, Meng Changqing sat down and said seriously, "Mancang, come in."

Mancang entered, his fingers twitching, head down, only daring to steal glances at Meng Changqing.

"Young Master, is there something you need?" Man Cang asked, trying to appear calm.

"Did you eat the meat pie?" Meng Changqing asked, but before Mancang could answer, Meng Changqing added, "I don't like children who lie."

Mancang said with shame, "I ate it. I thought you weren't going to eat it, so I took a couple of bites first. The meat pie didn't taste good when it was cold."

"Is it the truth?" Meng Changqing asked again.

"The truth."

Hearing her say that, Meng Changqing rolled up the meat pie and ate it. It was indeed not good to eat when it was cold. Fortunately, the soup next to her was still hot, so she put it in to soak a piece and put it in her mouth.

After they had almost finished eating, Meng Changqing asked Mancang, "You ate, but why did you think of stuffing the ones you ate at the bottom?" "There were only three pieces of bread, and it would be too obvious if one was missing."

"You're thinking quite a lot." In the past, Meng Changqing would definitely have saved a piece for her. The child likes to eat something, what's the big deal? But now it's different. It was only at this moment that Meng Changqing realized that Mancang, who used to be thin and weak, had become so fat.
The clothes Mancang was wearing seemed to be her everyday clothes that she didn't usually wear. The key point was that the clothes were a bit tight on Mancang.

How old is this child? He's not growing tall, he's just got fat. This won't do, if he gets any fatter, it'll affect his health.

“Mancang, it’s not cold anymore now, what time do you get up in the morning?” Meng Changqing asked.

"If you get up, Madam, I will get up too."

With her mother, they would sleep until the sun was high in the sky before getting up.

"I saw you in the yard a few days ago, very early in the morning." He wasn't even wearing a coat, just dragging his shoes as he ran around in the yard.

"I'll have breakfast first, then I'll go and sleep with my wife for a while."

Meng Changqing added, "Wait until Madam wakes up before you eat with her?"

Mancang nodded, "Anyway, Madam can't finish it all."

"Starting tomorrow, you are not allowed to sleep after breakfast. Come to the front and find Master Xi." Meng Changqing issued the new order.

"Why?" Mancang asked, puzzled.

"No reason why, you have to complete your new task, or you won't be allowed to eat dinner." Meng Changqing gave her a painful choice: "Either don't take a nap in the morning, or don't eat dinner. You choose one."

What's the point of choosing? For Mancang, what in the world is more important than eating?
After Man Cang left, Meng Changqing rested for a while. She hadn't slept all night, and although she was slightly better off than others, she wasn't in much better shape. (End of Chapter)