Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

February is more than halfway over in the blink of an eye.

As usual, Meng Changqing walked around the wall that day and then headed south.

With that child's example as a precedent, no more rumors of theft have surfaced in the south.

It's unclear whether they were too afraid to steal it or too afraid to let Meng Changqing hear about it.

Meng Changqing didn't have time to worry about these things for the time being. There were Yan soldiers lying in wait outside, and there was also the good-for-nothing Zheng Jie inside. Although the war was not over yet, she didn't know what the future would hold.

But one thing she was very clear about was that as long as Liangzhou City did not fall, and as long as Zheng Jie remained the prefect of Liangzhou, there would inevitably be a purge in the Liangzhou government office after the war ended.

Meng Changqing naturally hoped that Zheng Jie would gain the upper hand, so that her previous compromise would be meaningful.

Meng Changqing had too many things on his mind. Although he appeared to be standing in the fields to the south, he had actually been spacing out for a while.

Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves, which gradually became clearer as it approached.

She hurried back to the official road, thinking it was an urgent message from Liangzhou Prefecture, but to her surprise, it was her family.

Three people approached on horseback from afar, and the people on horseback gradually became clearer in Meng Changqing's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the horse was right in front of him. Meng Changqing instinctively put some distance between them, but his mind went blank.

Although she had expected it.

With war raging in Beishan County, Bafanglaicai certainly can't concentrate on his studies in the capital. The lack of letters these days probably means they've come here.

It was still surprising to see someone suddenly appear before one's eyes.

Overjoyed, Meng Changqing punched Ba Fang in the back before Ba Fang could even fully dismount, yelling, "Why couldn't I have said something!"

Ba Fang feigned pain, then begged for mercy, displaying considerable skill in executing his moves.

He brushed the dust off his face and laughed, "Let me tell you, where else could you possibly send us?" Now that everyone was already here, Meng Changqing didn't say anything that would spoil the mood.

As for what to do about Bafanglaicai's upcoming provincial examination, well, let's just leave it at that. If he can make it, he'll take the exam; if not, he'll just have to wait for the next one.

In the time it took to say a few words, Lai Cai and Dai Dongwen also walked up to Meng Changqing's side.

"Young Master," Lai Cai greeted.

Meng Changqing nodded to them, "Was the journey smooth?"

"smoothly."

Lai Cai finally had a chance to ask the question that had been bothering him, "Why are there so many people here? Where did they all come from? And what's going on with all these shacks and mud houses?"

"During the war, let them come south to take refuge," Meng Changqing said succinctly.

Ba Fang immediately followed up with, "Young Master, how is the battle going? Are you alright?"

Meng Changqing spread his hands. "Do I look like I have something to do?" With his familiar family members back by his side, Meng Changqing couldn't hide his joy. He kept smiling. "The Yan bandits are just like that. They fought twice, but found they couldn't beat them, so they retreated to Tuozhou like turtles."

The three reunited and had so much to say, but they didn't know where to begin. Meng Changqing spoke first, saying that Cai Bafang was more composed than before and looked somewhat like a scholar.

Lai Cai said that Meng Changqing was so thin that he must not have been eating on time.

After they had been chatting intimately for a while, Dai Dongwen, who had been standing to the side, coughed twice.

"You've suffered." He approached Meng Changqing, bowed respectfully, and addressed him as "Patriarch." The man before him was no longer the same as when he left the capital. Although still young, he was worthy of the title "Patriarch."

"Uncle Dai, I'm really not used to you calling me that," Meng Changqing said. "Brother Dai and his wife are at the Beishan County Government Office right now, let's go home first." (End of this chapter)