Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 696 The Terrible Magistrate
Qing Luo smiled and said: "I know you are serious about things, there will be no problems. What I'm talking about is the lack of one thing."

"what?"

"trademark!"

Although there is no such thing as a registered trademark at this time, the signboard has to be put out.

After all, these rattan weaves are very easy to imitate. If they sell well, there will be various imitations soon.

In order to maintain sales, in addition to constantly developing new products, it is also very important to make a name for yourself.

Two days later, every rattan product was engraved with the words "Liu's Weaving".

These words were designed by Qingluo herself, and then engraved by a good craftsman.

Very recognizable.

After all, not everyone can imitate the handwriting that Qingluo has practiced hard for many years.

After Lin Si's coordination, the Chen family's caravan also came to Nanqiao Village soon, bringing a large number of carriages carrying goods.

Now Lin Si has completely mastered the Chen family's business network in Dazhou, and Qingluo used pigeons to deliver news, and after the two of them planned, Yu Doudou was driven back to Northern Qi.

As for what will happen to him after returning to Northern Qi, it depends on Chen Xiangxue's attitude towards the previous patriarch.

Give some face, maybe it will make Yu Doudou start well and end well.

If Chen Xiangxue didn't give Chen Lun face, Yu Doudou's life would be difficult.

But these are not things that Qing Luo cares about.

Right now she is directing the caravan to move the goods.

All the rattan beds, rattan chairs and various gadgets were transported to Kyoto without leaving anything behind, and then they were transported to the Northern Qi Dynasty and the countries of the Western Regions through the journey planned by Lin Si.

Seeing that the hard work of the past month was transported away, Liu Heping was both relieved and worried.He found Qingluo and asked: "No one is watching these things when they are shipped out. What if they accidentally get caught in the rain or get sunburnt, what should they do? Why don't you let me take care of them?"

Qingluo shook her head: "You are old, how can you travel long distances. Don't worry, this caravan is all selected by Lin Si, and everyone is a veteran, and will not make such a mistake."

They ship goods all the year round, if they damage the owner's things casually, how many heads do they have to pay for it?
The Chen family is not polite to those who make mistakes.

After hearing this, Liu Heping had to give up, turned around and went to arrange the production of the second batch.

At this time, Lizheng from Shahe Village came over hesitantly, bowed to Qingluo, and said in a friendly voice, "Master Zhixian, you are really good at making these goods, and they will definitely sell well when they are transported out."

"I accept your good words." Qingluo said lightly.

Sha Heli was standing there, struggling for a long time before saying: "My lord, the vines in our village are almost cut down now..."

"Really?" Qing Luo glanced at him, "This is a good thing, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rice in your fields will be ready to be harvested."

Li Zheng said with a sad face, "Where is there any rice..."

The Yamen bought the rattan at a high price, which drove the villagers in Shahe Village and several other villages crazy.

They cut vines during the day and sent people to guard the fields at night to prevent outsiders from secretly cutting their vines.

Under such frenzied harvesting, the vines were decreasing at a visible rate. In less than a month, there was no longer a single vine in the field.

Without the vines, the villagers would naturally lose their income.

Turning his head to look at the rice in the field, he was dumbfounded.

How can there be rice!

When harvesting the vines, they only cared about money, not to mention that they didn't want the vines to grow faster or more, and they didn't cut off the vines at all.

So much so that all the rice was entangled to death by the vines and could not grow at all.

Now that the weather is getting colder and the vines are gradually dying out, the villagers started to panic, and all of them demanded that Li Zheng come to see the county magistrate.

"The lack of rice is also your fault, why do you want me?" Qing Luo's voice did not fluctuate.

Shahelizheng couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry, and felt uneasy: "Now the vines are gone, and the rice is gone. The big guy has nothing to do at home, so he just wonders if he can come to Nanqiao Village to help... "

"What help?"

"There are still so many vines collected..." Shahe Lizheng said weakly, "I see that the people here are very slow in weaving, my lord, and it took a month to produce this product. So I wondered if we could let the people in Shahe Village People also come to help, at least it can speed up..."

Qing Luo looked at him expressionlessly: "So, I still have to thank you?"

"Don't dare dare..." Sha Heli was busy lowering his head, feeling very confused.

For some reason, he was becoming more and more afraid of this little county magistrate who was as beautiful as a fairy.

Even a casual look or a word from her can make him break out in sweat, for fear that she will suddenly come up with something terrible.

If the villagers hadn't forced him, he would never have come face to face with this moody magistrate alone...

Qingluo glanced at him, and slowly said: "You ask your villagers to tidy up the fields, and wait for the spring plowing in the coming year to plant the fields well. They are not needed for the affairs here."

Shaheli was a little disappointed, but at the same time he let out a sigh of relief for some reason.

Although I can't earn the money for weaving, at least I don't have to see the scary magistrate every day...

Seeing Shaheli leaving, Yang Lizheng of Nanqiao Village sighed to the people beside him: "Now you understand, in our place, anyone who offends is offended by these little adults. The consequences are very serious..."

The others just laughed: "I have nothing to offend the magistrate, I am full? She is so kind to us, I wish I could put her at home as a god!"

Yang Li was laughing out loud.

"Master Lizheng—"

An old voice sounded behind him.

Yang Lizheng turned his head: "Oh, it's Mr. Liu, what's the matter?"

Mr. Liu seemed to be much older. He walked over slowly on his crutches, "I want to ask you, is there any clue about our old daughter-in-law?"

Yang Lizheng shook his head: "Didn't I tell you, the county magistrate has found out about this matter, it was done by passing robbers. Everyone has been buried, so don't even think about it."

Mr. Liu sighed, looked at Qingluo not far away, hesitated for a while, then stepped forward, and said, "Master Zhixian, I have something to ask of you."

Qing Luo said: "You tell me."

"I don't know what happened to Ping An in prison?"

"Don't worry, I won't torture him casually. He is very good."

"Oh... the day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, can I go in and have a look at him?" The old man looked very lonely and desolate.

Seeing Liu Heping, he sighed in his heart.

Although he can go in and out of the county office at will because of the weaving factory, but he never asked Qingluo to go and see Liu Ping'an.

Even though he saw the old father with gray hair all over his head for the sake of his second son, he resisted not asking for help.

Regarding Old Man Liu's request, Qingluo didn't even think about it, and said, "Okay, you can go. But you have to remember one thing, I won't let him go."

(End of this chapter)