Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 428 Don't be ignorant of praise
It's no wonder that rich man Li was able to save such a large family business from an ordinary farmer.

Really do not forget to bargain anytime and anywhere to do business.

Huang Butou couldn't understand this kind of person, and stared at him: "Old man, you really know how to pick your time! Negotiating conditions with the county magistrate depends on whether you have the qualifications!"

Rich Li shrank his neck timidly when he yelled fiercely.

The rain dripped down the chubby round face, which looked a little pitiful.

"All right--"

Qingluo raised her hand to stop Huang Butou, looked at rich man Li, and said, "If you can promise to treat these disaster victims well now and in the future, maybe I can consider letting her go this time."

Money owner Li didn't have any hope at first, he just gave it a try, but he didn't expect her to agree!
Immediately, he was overjoyed: "Master Zhixian is serious?"

"Whether you take it seriously or not depends on how you do it." Qing Luo glanced at Wang shi consciously or unconsciously.

Rich man Li immediately understood, and patted his chest to promise: "My lord, don't worry, I have suffered a big loss from this woman once, can I suffer a second time? From now on, I will lock this woman into the backyard and guarantee She can't do anything! Somebody—"

He called the two wives and ordered: "You send your wife to her room. Without my order, no one is allowed to listen to her bullshit, or I will expose you all!"

Wang was taken away with a resentful expression on his face.

Temporarily set aside a worry, Qingluo plans to leave here first.

As for the flooding of the farmland, there was nothing she could do.

God is going to rain, and no one can control it. We can only wait for the rain to stop and the water to slowly fall.

Fortunately, the villagers' houses were basically not damaged so much, and there are no hidden dangers for the time being.

Otherwise, she would really have a headache.

At this time, several men who were responsible for cutting the sorghum among the victims came over and asked, "My lord, these sorghum are all soaked, what should I do?"

Large piles of soggy sorghum stalks were piled up in the woodshed of rich man Li's house, and without the sun, they would become moldy within a few days.

Qingluo murmured: "Anyway, you're all fine these few days, pick off all these millet and wash them, I'll still use them there."

These soggy milo seeds can no longer be planted and can be used for other purposes.

In short, don't waste it.

This also allows the victims to have something to do, and saves them from being idle at rich man Li's house, and any conflicts will arise.

After resettling the victims and some villagers whose homes had been submerged, Qingluo left rich man Li's house with Huang Butou and others.

The victims all followed out one after another, watching Qingluo leave.

After this period of time, they believed that this unique magistrate sincerely cared for and helped them.

They were truly grateful to her.

Before leaving, Catcher Huang remembered something again, ran back and said to rich man Li: "In addition to taking care of your wife, you also take care of your daughter, don't let her run around!"

Rich man Li was so worried about the flood all day that he didn't even notice where his daughter was. He was shocked when he heard this, "Isn't she always at home?"

"at home?"

Huang Butou let out a hey, "It's really interesting that you are a father. When we came here before, your daughter stopped the magistrate's carriage on the road! No wonder I've seen a ghost?"

Rich Man Li looked shocked: "Oh my God, I don't know, I always thought she was staying in her room honestly..."

Huang Butou: "Your girl is not a worry-free product! The magistrate promised to forgive her once, but he will not forgive her a second time! There is no good fruit to eat against the magistrate. You can do it yourself!"

After Huang Butou said meaningfully, he put on his bamboo hat and walked into the rain to leave.

Qing Luo had already gotten into the carriage, watched him come back, and asked, "What are you talking about with Rich Man Li?"

Huang Butou got on his horse, laughed and said: "Warn him, let him not be ungrateful."

He is an old head catcher who has been among the people all the year round, and his deterrent power to them is indeed much greater than that of a high-ranking official like Qing Luo.

So she didn't ask any further questions, and just said: "Rongcheng is injured, we need to go back faster, you can find someone with good driving skills."

"Master Rong is injured?"

Huang Butou still admired Rongcheng very much, upon hearing this, he immediately waved and called a skinny yamen servant, "Monkey, come and drive the carriage for the lord, it must be fast and steady!"

He nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, my lord, my driving skills are passed down from my ancestors..."

"Where are you talking so much nonsense for telling you to drive a car!" Huang Butou patted his head, "There is something urgent to go back, hurry up!"

"Oh..." the monkey touched his head and jumped into the carriage.The movement is flexible, really like a monkey.

Qing Luo took off her cloak, checked Rong Cheng's injuries, and confirmed that there was no deterioration, and then she was slightly relieved.

Feeling slightly relaxed, she wiped the rainwater off her face with her sleeve, and asked the yamen driver with a smile, "Why are you called a monkey?"

"In terms of adults, because my surname is Hou and I am thin, they all call me a monkey. Our family has been raising horses and driving carts since my great-grandfather." The rush is steady and the speed is not slow.

"Really, then your driving skills are indeed inherited from your ancestors." Qingluo was talking about the allusion of the monkey Bi Mawen.

Of course people here don't understand.

Qingluo glanced at Rongcheng.If it weren't for Rong Cheng's high martial arts skills, she would have wanted to keep this kid to drive the car for herself.

"My lord, you're liking the new and disliking the old, you know?" Rong Cheng clearly felt her eyes, felt that his status was threatened, and immediately became dissatisfied.

"I didn't say that I really want to replace you. After all, even if you don't have any credit, you have worked hard..." Qing Luo patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Although you are resistant to fighting, you are not afraid of suffering or injury. But the driving skills must be excellent. Otherwise, how can I promote you?"

Rong Cheng: "...You got it, the seventh-rank county magistrate who is as big as a sesame seed really thinks of himself as the prime minister?"

At the beginning, Rongcheng was with Lin Jinyu, and at least he was a lieutenant general. Although he had already retired from the army and became a commoner, he was not something a county magistrate could order at will.

Qingluo naturally knew that he was by her side because of Lin Jinyu.

"You think I'm a petty official?" Qing Luo braced her chin, looked outside, and said suddenly, "Hey, I suddenly remembered something."

"what's up?"

"It's almost Guixiang's birthday, and she's not too young, I have to find a good marriage for her."

Rong Cheng was silent for a while, and squinted at her: "Why are you telling me this, my lord, I'm not a matchmaker..."

Qingluo smiled and said: "Isn't this just a casual chat. Hey, I think that Feng Jia is pretty good, he's good-looking, honest, and quite suitable for Guixiang, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)