Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Sha Zhu looked at Yang Zheng, the expression on his face changed wonderfully.

"Master, you don't know, that man felt as if he had eaten shit after listening to Colonel Yang's words."

Bafang sat cross-legged by the kang, trying to imitate Sha Zhu's expression at that time, but failed in the end. Meng Changqing only felt that his eyes were dull.

"What's the result?" Meng Changqing asked him.

"The result?" Bafang said, "There is no result. Colonel Yang asked the man to pay more attention in the future, and then the man continued to dig up the ground."

Meng Changqing hummed, then picked up his pen and continued painting.

"Master, aren't you going to investigate this matter?"

"I won't check." Meng Changqing put on the charcoal and continued to draw in the blank space.

"I still remember more than a month ago, when that man's seven hundred coins were stolen, you said that the most important thing at the moment was to build the city wall, so you didn't care. But now there is nothing important.

You also said before when you were in the capital that no matter how small the loss of property is, theft must be strictly investigated, otherwise the thieves will be nurtured and the thieves will be thief, which will definitely lead to catastrophe in the future. "

"Yes." Meng Changqing said, "I said it all.

But Lieutenant Yang had already inquired about this matter, and he was right. A pound of grain was not a big deal, but it was very difficult to recover it.

If Lieutenant Yang had not made a decision on this matter, but asked me directly, then I would definitely find the thief.

But Lieutenant Yang ignored the outcome and only warned the man to be careful in the future. As his superior officer, if I want to establish authority for him, the most important thing is not to refute his actions. "

"Master, if you say so, if Captain Yang feels that he doesn't need to care about manslaughter in the future, then you really don't care about it?"

Meng Changqing raised his head, "Am I stupid? Everything depends on moderation. If it really comes to the point where I have to take care of it, it means that Colonel Yang himself is not suitable to manage these things, and I will definitely take back his corresponding rights."

Bafang scratched the back of his head.

Meng Changqing continued: "There is never pure white and black in this world, especially in the officialdom. You must always be careful not to go all the way to black, and don't be too white."

Bafang then scratched his head.

"How long have you been headless?" Meng Changqing couldn't help but ask him.

Bafang really counted the days and said, "It will take more than half a month."

"Don't get lice, go back and wash yourself quickly."

"Let's wash it at night. Laicai said he wants to take a bath tonight. I'll ask him to boil an extra pot of hot water." Bafang approached Meng Changqing and asked, "What are you drawing?"

"Public restroom."

Bafang could understand what Meng Changqing meant, "Why did you paint that place?"

"Of course it's useful." After saying that, Meng Changqing picked up the paper in his hand and dried the ink on it. "Ask Colonel Zhang to post this and tell him that he will be given [-] work points after the toilet is built. See if any team is willing. catch."

Today, income in Meng Changqing, a small, shapeless county, is measured by work points.

For example, for reclaiming wasteland, you can get five work points for plowing one acre of land.

Ten work points can be exchanged for a bucket of millet at the county government office, and one bucket is equivalent to ten liters.

Converted into money based on current grain prices, ten work points equals forty cents.

A man in his prime who is strong and willing to work can barely plow an acre of land in a day. If it is directly converted into money, he can earn [-] cash a day.

The wages are higher than those paid in Liangzhou City.

"I'll go right away." Bafang held the paper she drew on and found Zhang Yuan, "Colonel Zhang, this is the toilet that Lord Meng is going to build. Post it with a price tag of [-] points."

Captain Zhang took the paper, he really couldn't get through the toilet.

"How big is this toilet?" Zhang Yuan just looked at it and didn't write any size.

"I don't know either. You can post it first. I guess you will tell the team that takes over the task." "Okay." Zhang Yuan took out his seal, stamped it, and posted it on the dirt wall outside the county government office. on the wall.

"People are digging the ground outside now, so we won't be able to see it for a while." Zhang Yuan explained to Bafang who was following him, "You can't see it until they come to collect rice."

"I know." Bafang controlled the hand that wanted to scratch his head, "I was wondering, even if they saw it, would they be able to understand the words on it?"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Then you must underestimate those people. Many of them are relatives and servants of wealthy businessmen and criminal officials. How can these people be illiterate?"

When Bafang was in a daze facing the earthen wall, he heard Xi Bei calling him.

Bafang turned around and saw his young master and master standing together, and even the money was heading there, so he hurriedly ran towards Meng Changqing.

"Master, Master, what are you going to do?"

"Go out and see the land, are you going?" Meng Changqing asked him.

"Go! You all go, it's boring for me to stay here alone." Bafang turned around and ran to the hut where the Imperial Forest Army lived, "I'll go tell Mr. Bai."

Soon the group left the county government office, passed through the residential area designated for the common people, and headed to the area where wasteland was reclaimed.

But when passing by a room at the end of the residential area, Meng Changqing suddenly smelled the smell of fireworks.

In addition to Bafang and Laicai, everyone else also smelled this smell.

"Someone is cooking inside." Xi Bei judged.

Meng Changqing whispered: "Master, keep your voice down. I'll go in and see who it is."

Meng Changqing was about to walk in, but Xi Bei stopped him with his hand, "You stay outside, I'll go over and check the situation."

Nowadays, although everyone's residence is divided among them, not everyone has a house.

Basically each group has only one room.

Because at present, the only way to earn food rations is to reclaim wasteland, the most important thing for the people every day is to go out and plow the land.

Only by getting up early and going to bed late can I squeeze out time to build a house.

In order to have a place to live, each group tacitly chooses members of the group to build a room together first.

For this room, there are differences in progress between groups. For example, the first group closest to the county government has a relatively complete house, and even the yard wall has been built.

But the group of houses in front of them didn't even have a roof.

After Xi Bei entered the house, she quickly carried a shorter man out.

"This guy is hiding in there cooking alone." Xi Bei kicked the man moderately.

Meng Changqing recognized this person at a glance. Isn't this the one who was slapped in the face?

"Master, let him go first."

When Xi Bei let go, Meng Changqing asked again, "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Ma Lishan. I didn't mean to be lazy." The man hunched his shoulders and explained in a low voice, "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, so I came back to cook first."

Meng Changqing glanced at the sun still hanging in the sky, "Are you cooking lunch or dinner? Lunch is too late, and dinner is too early."

"Listen to his nonsense," Xi Bei said. "When I came in, he was lying on the edge of the pot eating."

"Are you cooking food from your group?" Meng Changqing asked again.

"Yes!" Ma Lishan answered affirmatively too quickly.

"I think you're talking nonsense!" Bafang quickly figured out the key, "The seventh group is missing..."

"Bafang." Meng Changqing stopped him.