Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 24 can be sent to the imperial court
Meng Changqing knew that even if he asked the emperor for these things, let alone asking the prefect, the emperor would not be able to get them easily.

Not to mention anything else, just 4 servants can kill Wei Fangyun.

"There are only 5 people in Bishan County. The elderly, weak, women and children account for the vast majority of the population. Excluding those who have served hard labor this year, less than 3000 people can be transferred.

The entire Liangzhou could not muster [-] servants. "

"Uncle, help your nephew think of a solution!"

Wei Fangyun scratched his head, "Changqing, even if I give you 4 people, how can you control them?"

Hierarchical management, everyone has his or her own responsibilities.

If she decentralizes her power, monitors at all times, and has enough energy and reliable helpers, she can manage it well.

"How many guards and supervisors are needed for [-] laborers?" Wei Fangyun was not as excited as before at this moment, and he only felt a headache. "Besides, the things you want are all in short supply in Liangzhou. If I don't have enough myself, how can I provide you with so much?"

Meng Changqing still said the same thing, "Uncle, help my nephew think of a solution!"

Wei Fangyun walked to the desk and sat down, "You want me to report to the court."

Meng Changqing said: "If the city wall is completed, it will weaken the threat of the Yan army to the three counties of Liangzhou, which will be of great benefit to the country. The court will definitely not be stingy."

"Okay, I'll write the memorial and submit it right now." Wei Fangyun picked up the pen and paper, and Meng Changqing immediately stepped forward to help him sharpen the ink.

But the ink-stained pen hung on the paper, but did not fall down for a long time, "Chang Qing, once this matter is submitted to the court, you and I will be betting on our career. If it doesn't go well..."

Meng Changqing continued: "If it doesn't go well, it would be a small matter to lose one's official position and neglect one's duties. I'm afraid I won't be able to save my head."

"I believe you this time." Wei Fangyun put down his pen and wrote the matter in one go. He just added a few more lines about asking for things, "The government will discuss this matter. The Ministry of Household Affairs must Reduce the number requested, so add more.”

The number Meng Changqing gave had already been added, but she said: "I see, Changqing has been taught."

Watching Wei Fangyun copy and paste, Meng Changqing put down the ink stick in his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work, uncle."

Wei Fangyun looked at her, "It's not hard to write a few words, but once this matter is approved by the court, it all depends on you whether we can save our heads."

"Thank you uncle for your trust!"

Wei Fangyun said, "I will ask the postman to send the memorial to the capital as soon as possible. It's just Changqing, won't you write it?"

Meng Changqing didn't understand for a while, but he quickly realized, "As a county magistrate, I only ask your Majesty for instructions on everything. How can I bypass you and report directly to the Holy One? Isn't it trespassing?"

"Son, don't get me wrong. I'm not testing you. His Majesty's secret decree to me earlier stated that if there is an emergency, your letter can be attached to the Imperial Guard's letter home and sent directly to the Imperial Palace."

"Ah?" Meng Changqing rarely lost his composure.

But he quickly adjusted his expression and said, "I already have uncle's memorial in front of me, so I won't bother with it."

"It's not unnecessary." Wei Fangyun said, "Even if my memorial is submitted urgently, it still has to pass the Zhongshu Ministry of Education, but yours is different.

Your two memorials and mine are sent to the capital together. The emperor can see your letter first, so that he can make preparations first. When my memorial is submitted to the court in the morning, the matter can be discussed at court without waiting any longer.

Now we only have two months, so there is no time to delay. "

Meng Changqing said: "I'll write it right now. I'll lend you a pen and paper."

She took a pen and paper from the desk and was about to write, but Wei Fangyun said, "You don't have to write it from the beginning, you just need to briefly explain the situation and attach this official document to it.

By the way, remember to write down what is missing.Come..." He spread out his notebook, "Just copy the quantity according to mine. "

"Thank you uncle!"

Meng Changqing wrote down the words quickly, while Wei Fangyun looked on with his hands behind his back. In the lampshade at the corner of the table, the candle burned out impurities and made a slight crackling sound.

"All right."

"Take the envelope and put it on, and go find the imperial guard who is following you." Wei Fangyun saw Meng Changqing running away with the things, and reminded: "Bring the pen and ink and let him write the envelope."

Meng Changqing ran quickly back to the room where he was waiting with the letter in one hand and pen and ink in the other.

The two people who followed her into the room were still there. Bafang had even taken a nap, "Master, are you okay?" "Master Bai." Meng Changqing walked to Chu Mufeng and put down everything on his hands one by one, " I have a letter from home that I want you to deliver."

Bafang yawned and came over, "What kind of letter from home? I'll send it to you. Anyway, I have nothing to do."

Chu Mufeng knew what she meant, straightened the blank envelope on the small table, and immediately started writing:

It was sent to the Baijia Tea Shop on Shisheng Street, East City, Beijing. My mother, Wei, collected it and sent it to Bai Mufeng, Liangzhou.

After writing it, it was printed.

Meng Changqing thought while passing the candle, who is my mother Wei?

It is known that his mother's surname is Bai, and Princess Rui's surname is not Wei, so this person is from the emperor's side.

There was no time to think about it. After Chu Mufeng sealed her mouth, she took the letter and walked out.

Opening the door, Wei Fangyun stood at the door with a yamen servant, "Are you ready? Write it and send it to the post office together with mine."

"It's written." She handed the letter to the yamen servant.

As soon as the yamen officer took it into his hands, Wei Fangyun urged him, "Go quickly! Five hundred miles to hurry!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the back of the government servant running away, Wei Fangyun said, "Everything is waiting for the emperor's will."

"Uncle, don't wait. Please give me something first. No matter whether this wall is repaired or not, my people must survive." Meng Changqing said, "The thirty shi of food you gave me before is really not enough."

Wei Fangyun asked: "Did you give those thirty shi of food to the refugees?"

Meng Changqing looked at the other party's expression and felt something. "It can't be...it's my salary, right?"

"What do you think? Silly boy. In the entire Liangzhou, only Luojiang County grows rice. Unlike the capital, ordinary people cannot eat rice at all. His Majesty said that you are not used to eating millet, so I specially bought it for you."

At this moment, Meng Changqing wanted to fly back and pinch the mouths of the refugees.

"Well, I'll give you another hundred stones of grain, but this time it won't be rice."

"Thank you uncle!"

Wei Fangyun shouted to the government officials, "Go and call Sun Tongpan and tell him that Beishan County wants food."

Meng Changqing: "Uncle, is there any cotton in the treasury?"

Wei Fangyun patted Meng Changqing on the shoulder, "My dear nephew, the food is squeezed out through the gaps between the teeth. Let's see the emperor's approval. Even if the emperor does not advocate the construction of a city wall, he will not let you spend the winter like this."

I almost lost what I wanted for this meal.

Meng Changqing decisively gave up as soon as it was good.

Sun Tongpan came very quickly, without even fastening the belt of his cotton-padded jacket, "Sir, I'm here."

Wei Fangyun said: "Take the government servants and go get a hundred stones of millet seeds for Mr. Meng."

"now?"

Meng Changqing stepped forward and bowed his hands, "Excuse me, Sun Tongpan."

"I don't dare to take it." Sun Xiang covered the area where the cotton-padded jacket had caught the wind with his hands, "I'm going to call someone to borrow a car right now."

After Sun Xiang left, Wei Fangyun said: "Changqing, it's getting late. You can rest in the house for one night. It won't be too late to go back tomorrow morning."

"I've been out for a long time. I'm afraid my mother will be worried, so I'd better go back overnight."

"Yes, but I don't trust you carrying so much food." He took off the sign from his waist, "Go to Li Ting with the sign and tell me that I will call two shifts of government officials to escort you back."

Wei Fangyun looked at Meng Changqing's posture, waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, no need to thank me, I still have official business to deal with, so I'll go back to the study first."

(End of this chapter)