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Chapter 326 0323 [What kind of trouble is this? 】

The sun is shining.

The chirping of cicadas came from all directions.

A caravan marched silently along the official road with the scorching sun overhead.

The leading old man wore a bamboo hat and sat on the shaft of the cart. He swallowed and took off the kettle from his waist, only to find that the kettle was empty.

When the driver driving the car saw this, he said, "Steward Wang, please bear with me a little longer. Black Mountain Village is ahead. You can take a good rest when you get there."

When he heard the words "Heishan Village", Butler Wang was surprised and said: "Heishan Village is the territory of King Li Tian. If we go there, wouldn't it be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?"

"Harmful!"

The clerk immediately laughed and explained: "Steward Wang hasn't been out for a long time, so it's normal for him not to know. Now under the rule of the county magistrate, there are no more Black Mountain bandits. The Black Mountain Village has been transformed into a town. All the bandits in the mountains have returned to their good ways and started working. Got into serious business."

Butler Wang was still a little worried and worried: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit. Our goods are worth tens of thousands of dollars. What if those thieves have evil intentions?"

"Steward Wang, don't worry. This is less than a hundred miles away from Linzi. The Qingzhou Army is stationed here. Even if you give Heishan Village ten ounces of courage, you won't dare."

There was confidence in the guy's voice.

The bravery of the Qingzhou Army is now deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

This was fought with the Western Army with swords and guns.

Moreover, the Qingzhou army has strict military discipline and never robs or oppresses the people, so it has a particularly good reputation.

In today's world, it is no joke that bandits are like combs and soldiers are like grates. Bandits at least pay attention to long-term development and rarely fish in the lake. When soldiers plundered people, they really just robbed whatever they caught. Sometimes they might even use the brains of fellow villagers to pretend to be the heads of bandits in exchange for military honors.

In fact, the reason why the soldiers of the Qingzhou Army did not rob the people was partly because of military discipline, and partly because the soldiers did not look down on these poor people at all.

Every poor person would risk beheading to grab some broken pots and bowls.

Isn't it delicious to be in the army with a daily meal and meat, and a monthly salary of [-] cents?
  The small businessmen and hawkers from all over Shandong are not afraid of the Qingzhou Army, but they especially like to do their business.

Why?

These Qiu Ba gang are really rich!
  Sometimes three or five soldiers sitting at the stall can be worth the consumption of more than ten ordinary customers.

The words Qingzhou Army gave Steward Wang confidence.

Only then did he feel relieved, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to Black Mountain Village to have a rest."

Half an hour later, after turning around a mountain bay, a town appeared in sight.

Today's Black Mountain Village has completely changed. The original village gate has been completely demolished, and all the bandits and family members on Black Mountain have moved down.

At the foot of the Black Mountain next to the official road, there were originally stretches of dense forest, but now a large amount of farmland has been opened up.

Houses are rising one after another, and there are all kinds of inns, tea shops, foot shops and restaurants.

Heishanzhai already has a large population, and after the village was converted into a town, a group of fleeing households were absorbed, and the population of the town now exceeds [-].

This official road is the main road, and there are many merchants traveling from north to south, so the town is particularly lively.

If this development is allowed to continue, with this official road, a new county will be formed in a few years.

The caravan man had obviously been here many times before, and he led the caravan to a tea shop with ease.

After settling the cattle and horses, the group entered the teahouse, enjoying the coolness while sipping the iced braised plum juice.

Butler Wang was holding the braised plum juice, his mouth was extremely thirsty, but he didn't dare to drink it.

He was afraid that there was sweat medicine in the braised plum juice.

It's just because in this tea shop, from the shopkeeper to the waiters, they are all thick-set and rough-looking men.

Especially the shopkeeper, who still has a scar on his chin.

At first glance, it is clear that this group of people must have been bandits in the past.

The waiter on the side was not afraid at all, and joked with the shopkeeper with a smile: "Shopkeeper He, why don't you see Xiu Niang today?"

"Humph!"

The shopkeeper snorted coldly: "You are such a talented person, you dare to take advantage of our beautiful lady, I will bury you in the mountains later."

"hey-hey."

The waiter was not afraid at all and said with a playful smile: "I really like Xiu Niang. Shopkeeper He will help me."

"you?"

Shopkeeper He gave him a sideways glance and sneered, "You damn thing, you don't even take a pee and take a photo."

"Then I really let it go!"

As the waiter spoke, he pretended to untie his belt. This scene immediately made the people in the tea shop burst into laughter.

Even the shopkeeper He pointed at him and laughed and scolded: "Gungun, you are such an unstinting talent. If my dear wife marries you, I'm afraid I'll have to drink the northwest wind every day."

When Butler Wang saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and then he drank the braised plum juice in small sips.

Not to mention, the braised plum juice tastes good, and with the addition of sugar, it tastes sweet and sour.

There is no shortage of money in Heishan Village. It has been more than a hundred years since the Southern Tang Dynasty was destroyed and the descendants of the Li family fled here.

The wealth accumulated during this period was no less than millions.

Han Zhen kept his promise. After getting the imperial seal, he did not touch the people in Heishan Village nor take back their property.

After Li Nanjia returned with his brothers, he distributed money to everyone.

If you want to be an errand, work as a policeman or something. If you don't want to be an errand, just open a small shop in the town.

In the public house located in the center of Heishan Town, Li Nanjia was dressed in a smart outfit and was immersed in official duties.

Black Mountain Village is gone, and the name Li Tianwang is no longer needed.

Li Nanjia changed back to her real name, but her former subordinates still used to call her the boss.

"Master, here are this month's taxes."

Mr. Yin came to Li Nanjia holding an account.

After taking the account, Li Nanjia slowly looked through it. As she looked at it, she suddenly stood up.

boom!
  A powerful and heavy kick directly kicked the hall table several meters away, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones were scattered all over the floor.

This sudden scene stunned Mr. Yin.

At the same time, the clerks and tax collectors working in the public house all looked at her with horrified eyes.

For a moment, the entire public house was silent.

Mr. Yin gave a bitter smile: "Master, what kind of trouble is this?"

"You will be in charge of this prison!"

After speaking, Li Nanjia quickly walked out of the public house.

"Sun Zhi!"

"Master, I'm here!"

"Ready your horse!"     Where to go?

"Yidu!"

Not long after, five war horses bolted out of the town, kicking up billowing smoke.

……

Xiao Heyue is already over a month old and is much more playful than when he was just born, because he can see things with his eyes. After a little teasing, he will open his mouth and make unconscious sounds.

The little guy was afraid of the heat and was only wearing a bellyband. Under Zhao Fujin's teasing, he kept flapping his two little hands.

"County Magistrate, Dean Deng would like to see you."

"Ah."

Han Zhen nodded, stood up and walked out of the harem.

Outside the study, Deng Song and Shangguan Zhou were standing in the shade, sweating profusely.

The two of them were not wearing official robes today. They were dressed like old farmers and were lifting up their clothes to fan themselves in the wind.

Seeing this, Han Zhen hurriedly greeted him: "What are you doing standing outside? Come and sit in the study."

Deng Song cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, county magistrate, for your kindness. I won't sit down until I have official duties."

"What happened?"

Han Zhen asked curiously.

Deng Song grinned and said, "The cold melons cultivated by Brother Shangguan are ripe. I came here to give some to the county magistrate to try."

"You have a heart."

Han Zhen chuckled and said enthusiastically: "Let's go and have a look."

The three of them walked out of Shaoyang Palace. A bullock cart stopped at the entrance of the palace, loaded with dark green watermelons.

Han Zhen took a few steps forward, picked up a watermelon and looked at it carefully.

Not to mention, the size is twice as big as the watermelons usually sold in the market. It finally feels like a later-generation watermelon.

Gently flicking the melon body with his fingers, Han Zhen asked: "Have you ever tasted this cold melon?"

Deng Song replied: "I have tasted it. It is delicious and sweet, and the meat is juicy and rich."

Putting down the watermelon, Han Zhen smiled and said, "I accepted this gift."

At this time, Shangguan Zhou on the side stopped talking.

Han Zhen ordered: "Shangguan Minister, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

Shangguanzhou said with a slight embarrassment: "Uh... after the county magistrate has finished eating the cold melon, can I give the melon seeds to my humble ministers?"

There was nothing he could do. This batch of watermelons was newly cultivated and the yield was not large. He still expected to use these watermelon seeds to continue cultivating.

"it is good."

Han Zhen replied.

Hearing this, Shangguan Zhou suddenly smiled.

After watching the two people leave, Han Zhen called the replacement officer and ordered: "Each public servant will pick three cold melons to send over, and the rest will be moved to the harem. By the way, let them not waste the melon seeds, collect them, and return them next year." You have to use it to make seeds.”

This batch of cold melons was not large to begin with. After some were given to the four cabinets, less than ten were left.

Carrying the watermelon back to the small courtyard, he immediately attracted the attention of several little girls.

Zhao Fujin looked at it for a few times and asked curiously: "Husband, is this a cold melon?"

Han Zhen replied: "The new variety cultivated by the Agricultural College is said to be sweet and delicious."

"This is the first time I have seen such a big cold melon." Mashuyao clicked her tongue in surprise.

The cold melons on the market today are all original varieties and are very small, not as big as the cantaloupes of later generations.

Now these watermelons are as big as small basins.

"Cut one open and try it."

Instructing the maid to get a kitchen knife and a plate, Han Zhen immediately started cutting the melon.

To be honest, after tasting various watermelons from later generations, he didn't have much hope for the watermelon in front of him. There was no genetic hybridization technology at the moment, and he could only cultivate it bit by bit through natural hybridization.

The watermelon was obviously overripe. The blade of the knife cut through the rind, and the watermelon split on its own even before Han Zhen used any force.

Pink juice immediately flowed out along the bottom of the crack.

After opening it, the pink flesh immediately comes into view.

Jiang Suyi exclaimed: "Ah, this cold melon is actually red."

Today's cold melons have light yellow flesh.

Zhao Fujin thought: "I have tasted red melons. It is said that they are produced in the southern border of the Western Regions. However, the cold melons brought back by my husband seem to be redder."

After all, she is the princess of Zhao Song, with extraordinary knowledge.

There are still a lot of melon seeds, and they are big, but compared to ordinary cold melons, they are already countless times better.

"Come and taste."

Han Zhen quickly cut the watermelon into slices and added at the end: "Don't throw away the melon seeds. Collect them to make seeds next year."

"Well, it's so sweet."

Fu Qingyi picked up a piece and took a small bite, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Fujin and his daughters also expressed their agreement.

Seeing this, Han Zhen picked up a piece and took a big bite.

The sweetness is average, and there are too many melon seeds. After one bite, it almost feels like there is not much meat, and the mouth is full of melon seeds.

However, compared to later watermelons, the sweet fragrance of watermelon is more intense.

After tasting only one piece, Han Zhen stopped eating.

There are too many melon seeds.

At this moment, he missed the seedless watermelons of later generations.

Mrs. Han Zhang liked it very much and ate several pieces in a row.

After eating one watermelon, the small bowl was filled with black melon seeds.

Seeing Han Zhang's unfinished expression, Han Zhen chuckled and said, "There are still a few cold melons left. If you want to eat, just cut a few more."

Mrs. Han Zhang shook her head and said softly: "Cold melon is cold in nature and makes your stomach uncomfortable if you eat too much. Save it for tomorrow."

At this moment, the maid's voice sounded again: "County Magistrate, there is someone outside the main hall asking to see you, claiming to be from Heishan Town."

(End of this chapter)