Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 767 Small troubles arise when there are no big ones.
“They are all people from my county,” Meng Changqing explained. “The ground is thawing and spring plowing is about to begin. The wasteland allocated to them in the south is too far away, so living in the south will save them the time of traveling back and forth.”

"Of course, with war breaking out in the north, it would be quieter for them to live in the south."

Zheng Jie understood Meng Changqing's intention perfectly well. "You know what I mean. I'm leaving now, you should go back and rest too."

The so-called "having a clear understanding" meant that Meng Changqing should be careful not to let those people affect Yangmen County.

After seeing Zheng Jie off, Meng Changqing chatted with Zhang Yuan for a while before returning to the Beishan County Government Office.

After that night, the Yan army remained silent for several days.

Many people guessed that the Yan army wouldn't dare to come, and that the Great Liang could finally stand up straight.

Meng Changqing was not so optimistic. Judging from past battle records, this deterrent was not enough to frighten the Yan army, and they would come again sooner or later.

That day, after finishing his work, Meng Changqing rode his horse south.

In the passageway below the new city wall, Zhou Xing greeted him while holding a large meat pie in his hands.

Humans can adapt to various environments at a very fast pace. When the war first broke out, no one even had the appetite to eat.

Now that two battles have been fought, the people of Beishan County have actually adapted.

Meng Changqing also took a liking to the pancake in his hand, "Where did you get it?"

"It was given to us by Yang Ping's family. I helped them transport some mud bricks, and they even made meat pies and brought them over. They're so kind." Zhou Xing knew Meng Changqing's temperament well. "Sir, would you like some?"

Are there any extra?

Since she asked that, there must be one.

Zhou Xing returned to their little house and brought over a piece, wrapped it in oil paper, and handed it to Meng Changqing.

"Thanks, thanks." Meng Changqing couldn't wait to put it in his mouth as soon as he got it.

It really is delicious. She's usually very good at judging food, but of course, this ability is pretty useless.

Once outside the city walls, you can see shacks scattered along both sides of the official road. Most of them are shacks, but looking around, you can also see several mud-brick houses that have been built.

At this time, only people with poor health are staying in the south.

Most people in Beishan County are hardworking. They go north to cultivate the land during the day and return in the evening. Before it gets completely dark, they also have to clear land in the south.

As Meng Changqing walked along the official road, he saw several people peeking out from their shacks. When they saw that it was Meng Changqing, they all came out of their homes.

"The county magistrate has arrived."

"It's the county magistrate."

Meng Changqing dismounted and greeted them, "How are things here? It's not as good as up north, is it?"

“We have nothing here, we have to start from scratch, it’s definitely not as good as the north.” An older man in the group said, Meng Changqing recognized him, he was an old man from Luojia Village.

The old man said, "But I feel at peace living here."

Meng Changqing then asked, "Did you bring anything out without anything missing?"

"No, no," the old man said again. "The constables patrol all the time, who would dare to do petty theft?"

Meng Changqing was tall, and although he was surrounded by a crowd, he could still see far and spotted someone at the end of the crowd who was clearly hiding something.

"It's good that nothing is missing. If anything is lost, tell the constables immediately. Don't keep it to yourself and suffer the loss; it's not worth it."

After Meng Changqing finished speaking, he saw the man rubbing his hands, as if he wanted to say something.

Before he could even speak, the others chimed in, "Yes, yes, the magistrate is right."

The words that the man wanted to say were swallowed back down.

Meng Changqing noted down the man's face and address, and asked Cheng Guang to send someone to find out the details, while she went to check elsewhere herself.

Before they had finished exploring the south, Cheng Guang came to report that the man had indeed run into trouble; money had been stolen from his home.