Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 818

Meng Changqing immediately smiled ingratiatingly, "Yes, I was just thinking about it too."

Seeing him like this, Zheng Jie realized he had said the wrong thing. He thought that Meng Changqing was not a corrupt official who coveted comfort and disregarded the people and the country; he was just trapped by reality and had no other choice.

People aren't money; you can't just plunder someone else's pocket. If you ask him to come up with a solution, what solution could he possibly come up with?

Thinking of this, Zheng Jie sighed and said, "Let's take it slow."

"Hey."

The group arrived at the wall.

A constable had already gone ahead to inform them, and Zhang Yuan was already waiting at the intersection. Before Zheng Jie and Meng Changqing could dismount, Zhang Yuan stepped forward and bowed to them.

"Alright, enough of this small talk, take me to see the messenger."

"Yes." Zhang Yuan led the way from the side, and Meng Changqing naturally followed behind.

The two people from the Snow Night tribe were waiting in the barbican, just like before.

Meng Changqing refused to allow outsiders to enter Beishan County.

The city gate opened, and Zheng Jie and the others went inside. The two people who came out of the small house were the same two who had come to deliver the message earlier.

"How is your tribe doing?" Zheng Jie asked, starting with others before asking about the issues he himself was concerned about.

"We've reclaimed our land, and we've also reclaimed our food and women." They were still savages after all; even though they'd learned a few phrases of the Liang language, their speech still carried a savage flavor.

Suppressing his disgust, Zheng Jie managed to maintain a normal expression on his face. He said, "If that's the case, why don't you return our things?"

Upon hearing this, the two savages immediately covered the knives at their waists.

Once the items are in their hands, there's no chance of them being returned.

“The things you give us are ours,” one of the savages said. “When did you say we were giving them to you?” Meng Changqing stepped forward and said, “Didn’t you ask us to lend them to you? As the saying goes, if you borrow and return, it’s easy to borrow again. If you only borrow and don’t return, you’ll probably never be able to borrow anything again.”

Meng Changqing spoke such a long string that the two savages didn't understand much of it, only knowing that what he said wasn't anything nice.

The savage emphasized, "This was given to us by the chief."

"Yes! It's ours now."

Zheng Jie asked this question not because he wanted these things, but mainly because he was dissatisfied with the attitude of the Xueye tribe.

I lent you the stuff, and you used it to make a profit. Instead of coming to thank me in person, you sent two of your men to ask if I wanted to join forces to take down the spear.

The things were done in a very unseemly manner.

"Alright," Zheng Jie waved his hand. "Where's your leader?"

"The chief is in the tribe."

"Why doesn't he come in person?" This is what Meng Changqing asked. A qualified lackey should know what his superior wants to say and speak it for him at the right time.

Meng Changqing was very experienced in being a lackey, so much so that Zheng Jie didn't even realize it was her current job.

“The chief has his own business to attend to, and his business is very important,” the savage said.

Does his business matter more important than other people's? Does Zheng Jie, a dignified prefect of a prefecture, have no important matters to attend to?
This is what happens when you can't speak properly; you open your mouth a few times and end up making others furious.

Zheng Jie sneered, "I will only discuss matters concerning your tribe with your chief. Let him come in person."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Meng Changqing didn't rush to follow; she still had something to say.

Facing the two dumbfounded savages, Meng Changqing said, "Tell him to come as fast as he can. If he's late, I won't even open the gates of the barbican."