Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 20 I’m getting angry just talking

"Master, you are really cruel." Bafang had never seen this side of his young master before.

"Why are you so cruel? I'm scaring them." Meng Changqing said, "If I only punish the one who got slapped, they will definitely think that I am kind-hearted, and then they will dare to cause trouble over trivial matters.

But if I punish both parties, they will be afraid. "

"If no one came out to plead for mercy just now, wouldn't you really want to chop off one of his hands?"

"If he doesn't plead for mercy, I won't chop him. There is a lack of medical treatment in this place. There is no difference between chopping off a hand and chopping off his head. Your young master, I know how to find a step for myself. I can just find any reason to take him there."

"Then you said you would also kill the person who guaranteed it."

"If you don't say this, someone might vouch for the evildoer." Meng Changqing looked in the direction of cooking porridge, "I seem to smell the aroma of porridge."

"The first pot should be ready soon." Bafang said, "I'll go get a few bowls out first, and let's eat first."

"Okay, go quickly." His eyes glanced at Chu Mufeng not far away, "Master Bai, the porridge is ready, let's call all the brothers to have lunch."

Chu Mufeng responded with his hands raised and asked Zhou Qiwen to take a few people to eat first.

Meng Changqing returned to the chariot and horse cover.

Liang Jiujiu kept warming her ink with charcoal. When he saw her coming back, he asked, "What happened over there?"

"The quarrels and fights among the common people are not a big problem. They have been dealt with." Meng Changqing picked up the pen and read what he had written before, checking that there was nothing wrong with the wording, and then continued writing.

Wen looked at what she had written and turned sideways to add charcoal to the charcoal basin.

Bafang ran over here carrying a casserole, "Madam, young master, aunt, here is the dry porridge just out of the pot."

"Why are you running away?" Liang Jiujiu stopped him, "Let's eat together."

"I'm going to help with the cauldron. We'll eat later. Just leave me alone."

Wenshi put away the inkstone in front of Meng Changqing, "Changqing, let's drink porridge first."

"Yes."

Open the lid of the casserole. The porridge is so cooked that you have to use chopsticks to eat it.

Served with pancakes and pickles bought from Liangzhou City, you will feel full after just one bowl of porridge.

When Liang Jiujiu was clearing away the dishes, Wen said, "Changqing, I see you have been writing New Year's greetings. According to the regulations of this dynasty, officials who have been in office for less than one month do not have to report to their superiors even if it is the New Year."

"Mother, you also said that it is not necessary, not that it cannot be done.

You only give me [-] shi of food, do you still expect to have a peaceful New Year? "Meng Changqing said, "It doesn't make sense that I am eating the wind and swallowing dirt here, while he is eating delicious noodles in the Yamen.

I am getting angry as I say this. They don’t even provide me with a yamen. I still have to dig a hole to live in. Do you think I’m a field mouse? "

Meng Changqing spread out the paper and continued writing.

Other people's New Year's greetings are all about wishing Shangguan good health and good luck in the new year. The last two sentences mention the things within his control. They are basically all in peace, so Shangguan can rest assured.

Meng Changqing's is different. She has written five pieces of paper so far. Only the first two sentences are congratulations, and the rest are all about the problems that exist in Beishan County.

The county is not a county, the home is not a home, the people are not ordinary people, there is no place to live, no shelter from the wind.

The description highlights that he is deeply aware of the necessity of building a city wall, but there is insufficient manpower and no material support. With this current situation, it is absolutely impossible to build a city wall.

Meng Changqing wrote one piece, and Wen Shi read one piece. If she felt that her wording was too sharp, she would pick up a pen and help her correct it.

"Hey, why are you cooking porridge at this hour today?" The common people digging holes were also observing the soldiers' movements. "Young Master Guan must be hungry, but we definitely don't have a share." The man approached the person who had just asked the question and whispered, "I just took a look from a distance and saw that the bowl was full of porridge, and it was all dry."

"We'll add water later, maybe give us a bowl too?" He swallowed as he spoke.

"Maybe, I hope the official is kind-hearted."

Without saying this, the man who was swallowing his saliva was still looking forward to it, but as soon as this was mentioned, he no longer looked forward to it.

That official is always willing to cut off people's hands. How can he be a kind-hearted person?
Only then did he feel disappointed, and then he heard the officers and soldiers guarding them say, "People in the first group, put down their farm tools and follow me."

Everyone followed anxiously, but they ended up at the place where the porridge was being cooked.

He took the bowl and chopsticks and took the porridge. It was the same dry porridge that the soldiers ate.

This group of people were surprised, but when it came to their mouths, they had to eat it first no matter what.

Just as they were eating fiercely, regardless of how hot it was, officers and soldiers passed by and put a handful of pickles into each of their bowls.

"Hey, this is..."

The man was holding the bowl, but before he could say anything, the officer and soldier who gave him the pickles shouted loudly: "Don't talk! Eat quickly! After eating, go back to work!"

After they finished eating and washed the dishes, the officers and soldiers took them back and changed the group to the fifth group to eat.

The first group of people picked up the tools and continued working, but they asked in a low voice: "Why isn't it the second group?"

"I understand! It depends on which side you dig deeper. Oh, don't pretend, everyone, just eat dry porridge and use all your strength to do it."

Not only did he understand, but other groups also understood this rule.

So when the officers and soldiers skipped the seventh group and called other groups one after another, but those groups were not as deep as they dug, Sha Zhu accompanied the officers and soldiers with a smile and asked, "Master Soldier, did you forget to call us?"

"I haven't forgotten." The officer and soldier who was asked said loudly, "Your group caused trouble today. It was not only the two who were fighting, but other people were also at fault. They failed to persuade others when they were swearing, and they failed to pull away during the fight. They still had to work for us, and even alarmed the county boss.

Your entire group will be punished, and you will be punished by being the last to eat the meal. "

Shazhu was yelled at and retreated into the crowd without daring to speak.

Yu Youcai waved the hoe in his hand harder, and finally it was their turn to be the last group. When everyone followed the officers and soldiers to the place where the porridge was cooked, they did not expect to eat anything this time.

But you can see that the bowl is full of dry porridge, and there are pickles on the porridge. The last group of them can eat so well, there won't be any cakes ahead, right?
"What are you doing?" the officers and soldiers serving the porridge shouted, "Eat."

Zuo Datou happened to come over. He was very impressed by the person who dared to stand up and plead. He nodded to Shazhu, "Everyone eats the same meal, but in a different order. But starting from dinner, it's about which group does more work." , which group eats more."

Shazhu grasped the point, "Is there still dinner?"

"Of course, I will eat three meals a day from now on. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be full."

Meng Changqing wrote a "congratulatory message" on ten pieces of paper. After Wen made some slight modifications, she copied it onto the official document.

After writing, let the paper dry, put it in a box, and wait to hand it over to her uncle on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

"Bafang!" Meng Changqing waved her right hand and raised her voice to ask Bafang to bring her horse over.

"Where are you going?" Liang Jiujiu asked her.

"I'm here to build the city wall. I have to know how long it needs to be and what the terrain is like." Meng Changqing took off his cloak and put it on backwards, stepped on the stirrups, and jumped up.

(End of this chapter)