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Chapter 211: Wolves live in the mountains and forests. Unlike fat ginseng, they can live anywhere.

Before seeing it with his own eyes, the county magistrate could not imagine the appearance of this man kneeling down. But when he saw Zhao Heng kneeling outside the county government office with his own eyes, his legs almost softened and he subconsciously wanted to kneel down too. .

How dare he let this man kneel down?Isn't this a loss of life?

However, when he came out, he realized that not only Zhao Heng was here, but also his eldest son.

The ten-year-old boy was reading the "complaint" aloud, telling how his sister was abandoned at birth, then abducted, and yesterday she was forced to jump into the river.

The county magistrate couldn't help but curse after hearing this. Who wrote this complaint? It really arouses emotions and makes people cry after hearing it!

When did their poor county have such powerful scholars?
"Sir, we want justice! I heard that there is a place in the south of the Yangtze River that has banned the sale and abandonment of baby girls. Why can't we do it here?" After Zhao Xuan read the complaint, he saw that the county magistrate had come out, and he turned towards the county magistrate. He asked loudly.

The county magistrate is speechless.

This Langzhou is actually harmed by its geographical location. Across a big river to the southeast of Langzhou is Tongzhou, where trade is developed and everyone is rich.But in these years, first there were wars, and then the new dynasty was established, and the court did not allocate funds here. Therefore, the big river not only cut off the connection between the two places, but also blocked Langzhou's road to wealth.

If Langzhou wants to transport goods, they can only take a long detour and take the dry road.

It is precisely because of the impediment of economic development that when many poor families learn that they can make money by selling their daughters, this trend will grow more and more wantonly, until now it has evolved into this extremely patriarchal phenomenon.

"If you want to submit a complaint, you can't keep kneeling here. Come in and talk!" When the magistrate said this, his teeth chattered.

He knew this person's true identity, he was a... lunatic.

"I heard that the incognito officials sent by the imperial court will come to Langzhou soon. If you don't care about it, I will write to the imperial court to see if your black gauze hat can be saved." Zhao Heng really knelt there, his voice emotionless.

The county magistrate almost knelt down again. Even though he knew that this man was just acting for a show, he still couldn't bear it.

In the end, under the gaze of a crowd of onlookers outside the county government office, the master took Zhao Heng and his son into the courtyard of the county government office.

As soon as they entered the lobby, the county magistrate and the master immediately knelt down with a bang.

Zhao Xuan stood aside quietly, while Zhao Heng sat down on the chair casually.

"Tian Zhuo, make a deal." Zhao Heng leaned lazily on his chair and called out the county magistrate's name.

"You...please say it." The county magistrate trembled.

"I paid to build the bridge, but you ordered to ban the sale and abandonment of baby girls." Zhao Heng raised his eyes and looked at the county magistrate with a cold gaze.

"Which bridge?" The county magistrate was already sweating on his forehead.

"Qihe Bridge in the southeast." Zhao Heng sneered.

"Sir, you should know that building this bridge requires a lot of money. It is many times more than the bridge that Jiang Shusheng paid for before. Otherwise, the court would not keep delaying it." The county magistrate wiped out. Wiping the sweat from his head, he continued to talk to Zhao Heng.

"Yes, I know." Zhao Heng knew it well.

He had previously asked Chen Jiu to build a place at Woziling, specializing in making weapons. Nowadays, it is also a troubled time. The supply of weapons exceeds demand. He has already made a lot of money. The order he gave Blacksmith Yang at the beginning was just from his fingers. It leaked from the seam of the head.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to come and meet you." Zhao Heng stood up and moved his hands: "If you can't do it, then don't take your life."

The magistrate was still kneeling there in a daze.

If...if the Qihe Bridge is really built, then it will only be a matter of time before he gets promoted.

He doesn't have to pay for it himself, and his good reputation is still his, so why wouldn't he? "Master, hurry up, get ready."

"By the way, sir, what is the name of this bridge? After all, you funded the construction? Is it called Qihe Bridge?" The county magistrate followed Zhao Heng.

"Baohe Bridge."

The master thought for a while and recorded this date in the Langzhou County Chronicle.

When later generations conducted research, they regarded this day as the prelude to a hundred years of prosperity in Langzhou.

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After Zhao Heng and his son came out of the county government office, they drove the donkey cart to a bookstore.

Zhao Xuan followed Zhao Heng and saw that Zhao Heng did not go towards the military books or thick history books. Instead, he squatted in the corner and picked up some strange books. Seeing him picking up, Zhao Xuan looked at him curiously. After taking a quick look, I could only vaguely see the word "food". I guess it was a book about cooking?
"Dad, is this county magistrate reliable?" Zhao Xuan asked Zhao Heng on the way home.

Zhao Heng heard this and smiled: "People may not be reliable, but the interests he pursues are reliable."

"Using interests to bind people's hearts is sometimes more reliable than his moral character." Zhao Heng snorted lightly: "Especially those who put interests first."

Zhao Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

However, when he was about to return to Zhao's house, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but said: "Dad, if you are free recently, can you draw some pictures for Abao?"

"What picture?" Zhao Heng frowned: "Self-portrait?"

Zhao Xuan sighed and said: "No, I found that A Bao can read pictures faster and remember them better than just writing big characters."

Zhao Heng said oh, but there was no expression on his face.

Zhao's,

A Bao kept circling Xiao Hui's kennel. When Zhao Heng and Zhao Xuan strode in, he almost bumped into A Bao.

Seeing that Abao was about to fall on his butt again, Zhao Heng immediately reached out to lift him up and said angrily: "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Xiao Hui! Dad, I blew the whistle, but Xiao Hui hasn't come back yet!" Abao raised his head and looked at his father seriously.

"Did you blow the whistle?" Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and asked Pang Dundun.

Abao nodded obediently, then stretched out a small paw: "Blow it. Little Gray Wood is here!"

"Do you remember what the whistle blew last time?" Zhao Heng pinched his eyebrows and asked A Bao.

Abao remembered that the last time she and her father went to the woods, she blew a whistle and attracted...a group of wild boars.

In the next second, a hole was made by a wild boar in the outer wall that had just been repaired by Zhao Heng years ago.

Abao looked blankly at the hole that was knocked out. She glanced at Zhao Heng, then turned around and ran away, covering her butt.

"Dad, where did Xiao Hui go?" Zhao Xuan was also a little curious. He touched his long-haired head and asked Zhao Heng.

"Wolves live in the mountains and forests. Unlike fat ginseng, they can live anywhere."

(End of this chapter)