The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 143 A good official is hard to find in the world

Then she saw Axiu, a little person, standing beside the bed holding a big bowl. She put her feet up and tried hard to put the bowl inside.

"Gulu gulu", Old Man Zhao had already started drinking from the bowl.

Probably because he was afraid that Axiu would be tired, he sat half-sitting on the bed with his waist hunched over, and his posture when drinking medicine was very awkward.

Axiu didn't realize it at all. She only knew that Grandpa Zhao was taking medicine, so he would be cured soon. Her little face was full of smiles.

"Wait, where did this medicine come from? Don't drink it yet."

Fang Yu walked into the room quickly and grabbed the bowl without any explanation.

Axiu was just happy. She took credit and said, "This is free medicine. Axiu brought it herself!"

Fang Yu looked at the bowl and saw that it was a bowl of clear water, with some white powder deposited at the bottom of the bowl.

Sure enough, it was that ibuprofen...

That ibuprofen has only been used by a few people so far. It has been scraped several times without even scratching a layer of skin. It is too big to be moved into the house, so Fang Yu asked someone to move it into the house. backyard.

It has been exposed to the open air for several days now. Without a vacuum package, I don’t know if it has deteriorated? Moreover, ibuprofen is used to cool down and relieve pain. Old man Zhao doesn't even know what kind of disease he has.

Axiu looked at Fang Yu happily, her eyes smiling like two crescents. Her meaning was obviously: come and praise me, come and praise me.

Old man Zhao was also happy. Apparently he didn't think there was any problem. He was still smacking his mouth. Looking at it like this, how many more sips do you want to take?

Fang Yu was speechless. One of them dared to drink, the other dared to drink, and they all came together.

Then he saw Dr. Huang standing behind him, looking completely indifferent. Fang Yu couldn't help but cursed in his heart, how did you become a doctor? You didn't care about the patient drinking medicine blindly, so you weren't afraid of the patient being in front of you. Did you kick your legs?
Of course, Fang Yu also understood that both Old Man Zhao and Doctor Huang regarded this ibuprofen as a fairy medicine.

Of course, the elixir cannot be harmful, and of course it can cure all diseases. Axiu brought the elixir over with good intentions, so how could they refuse.

Fang Yu thought that he would have someone throw out the ibuprofen in the backyard later. Well, just throwing it away wouldn't be enough. Someone would definitely pick it back up like a treasure and throw it into the Juma River, directly. It would be better if it melted and could no longer be found.

"This medicine has expired and can no longer be taken." Fang Yu put the bowl aside and said with a stern face.

After a while, Fang Yu came out of the room holding Axiu.

Axiu buried her head on her shoulders like an ostrich and refused to let Fang Yu look at her. She just kicked her short legs randomly from time to time to show her grievance.

Fang Yu just gave her a lesson.
Although he knew she had good intentions - in the entire Xincheng camp, Old Man Zhao loved her the most, and he sincerely cared about her as his own junior. (I even saved her life back then, alas)
Now that Mr. Zhao is sick, if she is not anxious, then she really has no conscience.

Fang Yu touched her head and called her, "Axiu, little Axiu?"

However, Axiu only kicked her legs and refused to respond.

Fang Yu had no choice but to mutter to himself: "It turns out Axiu can't hear me, so I won't take her with me until we go riding a horse by the river, and let her stay at home and do her homework."

Axiu became anxious immediately after hearing this. After being reserved for a short while, she whispered and angrily reminded her in her arms: "My homework has been finished."

The Juma River is getting more and more lively now.

There are many workshops lined up along the river, four large warehouses, and two canteens. Now the county has opened two more ship repair and shipbuilding bases, and a large area has been set aside to build a land and water dock. (The old wharf is in Gaojia Village downstream, which is the village that Fang Yu visited last time. The old wharf is dilapidated and too small, so there is no need to repair it.)
The wharf is equipped with stone quarries, lumber yards, and more than a dozen dry and wet transfer warehouses... The county magistrate Min Wenggong and the officials from the government office work here every day, taking care of the construction site and recruiting. The construction period set by Governor Yang Wenyue was like a knife hanging over his head, making him anxious and anxious, and he was so busy that he put his feet in the air.

But today he didn't care about the factory here at all.

In Hongjia Village on the other side of the river, the houses, trees and fields burned by the bandits were still warm. Everything that could be seen was charred and black, and a pungent smell of fire lingered in the air.

Min Wen Gong was in the wheat field in the west of the village. In front of him were eight large pots lined up. The firewood at the bottom of the pot was burning, and the hot mixed rice porridge was boiling in the pot.

Min Wen Gong was wearing a ninth-grade robe that was not very clean, with his sleeves rolled up high.

He used a pair of chopsticks as long as his arms to stir the pot. After only stirring it two or three times, he immediately yelled at several subordinates: "No! This porridge is not full, and there is still more in the pot." Add rice, don’t keep any grain or rice brought here, pour it all into this pot.”

The accompanying boss (the third in command of the county government) only nodded, but the subordinate officials who were scolded secretly complained. They had no chance to withhold the grain and rice. (Lord County Lord) This was already a broken "business rule".

Moreover, according to the standards for porridge relief in previous years, the thickness of this porridge has exceeded the standard many times, and the porridge they eat at home is just like this! However, the county magistrate was still dissatisfied.

Also, how did you get your official uniform? It was obviously clean when I went out, but now...hey, it's even patched?
"Not a single grain of grain is left from the county. It's all already in this pot..."

An official replied bravely.

"Then go back and move it! Go back and borrow it! Make a note to borrow it from the rice shop in the county, and go to the garrison camp to ask General Luo Shen to borrow it!"

Now that the autumn grain has not been harvested, Min Wen Gong also knows that there are rats running around in the official warehouse, but no matter what, he cannot deal with it casually in Hongjia Village this time.

The villagers of Hongjia Village were also squatting in the wheat field. They were hungry and waiting for the meal. They all listened to the words of the county magistrate, and many of them were moved to tears.

They had never had the opportunity to meet the county magistrate (the county magistrate would not go to the countryside). In the past, the county magistrate, like other officials in the county, had a bad impression in their minds.

It wasn't until today that they realized that they had misunderstood the county magistrate!

It turns out that the county magistrate is so simple and honest, and treats the people with such compassion and care... Such a good official is really hard to find in the world, I have only heard of it in dramas!

Min Wenggong not only came to Hongjia Village to express condolences to the villagers immediately, he also gave porridge to the villagers, hired doctors to treat their injuries, and even found a lot of old and new clothes for the villagers to wear.

To be honest, if the Ming Dynasty could do what Min Wen and Gong did when relieving the victims, even if it only did one tenth, then the rule of the Ming Dynasty must be as stable as Mount Tai now, like the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Li Zicheng, and the Little Ice Age. Only worthy of playing with balls.

Min Wen Gong was still inserting chopsticks into the pot one by one, fearing that his subordinates would fall into the old habit of cutting corners. At this time, someone came and told him: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fang from Xincheng has arrived and is about to cross the bridge now."

Min Wen Gong immediately stopped what he was doing.

There was a lot of sadness added to his face, but what should be faced must always be faced... Alas! Min Wen Gong let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)