The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

    Song Boxue suddenly felt at ease.

    "Who asked you to send it?" Hanami said with a sullen face, her eyes fixed on the guard who brought the cloak.

    The guard said with a straight face: "Our master, the surname is Zhu."

    Before entering the moat, Zhu Zhu ordered his guards not to reveal her identity.

    Although this Young General Hua already knew Zhu Zhu's identity, the guards answered cautiously, for fear of ruining the master's affairs.

    When Hua Jian heard this, she turned to look at her servant with a face full of anger: "Didn't you give the cloak to Miss Jiang, why did it end up in the hands of that woman Zhu Zhu?"

    Too annoying.

    The little servant knelt down tremblingly: "The subordinate made it clear that the major general was given to Miss Jiang, but before Miss Jiang could speak, Miss Zhu took it and sent the subordinate."

    He is also very innocent. Jiang Fanyin didn't reach out to pick it up, but Zhu Zhu was one step ahead and deserved it faster than anyone else.

    He is a servant, what else can I do.

    Hua Jian was so angry that she clenched her fists and wanted to open her mouth to ask Song Boxue to get the cloak back.

    It means that you, the little sesame official, had better be smart and let it out.

    Song Boxue met his gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, and put on the cloak without any hesitation.

    After wearing it, don't forget to express your feelings: "It's really warm, and it fits quite well. Go back and tell your master that the cloak is very beautiful."

    Zhu Zhu is so beautiful.

    He gave Song Boxue a sullen look, but he was so angry that he simply walked away.

    This Song Boxue must be born to resist him, and he has no vision at all. Sooner or later, he will cut this dog official into ten thousand pieces.

    The snow was still falling, and Song Boxue felt refreshed in her cloak. She walked around the barracks with great interest, knowing her position as a thousand households.

     It is a well-known unspoken/rule/rule.

    So the 20,000 moat army advocated by General Hua is actually only a little over 10,000, and after removing the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, there are only 10,000 people who can go to the battlefield when they are full.

      The military is evenly matched.

    But...

    Song Boxue looked at the soldiers who were practicing hard, and a strange emotion flashed in her heart.

    There is no doubt that General Hua has a method in training his troops. Obedience' is etched into the bones.

    Song Boxue wandered around, and her heart became more complicated. She seemed to see insensitive killing machines, not flesh and blood people.

    These people seem to have only one belief, and that is to obey General Hua.

    Instead of being loyal to the court and protecting the people.

    Song Boxue looked at the six hundred people she was going to bring, said hello and left.

    Song Boxue just walked to the front of the courtyard, when Zhu Zhu, who was playing in the snow in the courtyard, saw her: "Yo, this is a little boy with a jade tree facing the wind, don't say, it fits very well."

    The old saying that people rely on clothes and horses on saddles is quite reasonable.

    Song Boxue couldn't help but smile: "Thank you for sending someone to deliver this cloak, otherwise I'd be frozen."

    When Zhu Zhu heard this, his eyebrows instantly rose.

    "That's it, or I have a vision, look at this cloak and call you more, guess who this dress belongs to?"

    Song Boxue shook his head with a smile, pretending not to know, making Zhu Zhu more proud.

    At this time, Jiang Fanyin in the room heard the movement and came out: "Come back, come in and have a fire."

    She looked at the people in the yard, the dark blue robe was covered with a white cloak, and Song Boxue's face was as white as jade, even more romantic.

    Jiang Fanyin was a little dazed. If Song Boxue wore women's clothes, she should also be a woman with unparalleled elegance. For no reason, she felt inexplicably distressed.

    Song Boxue glanced at the guards at the gate of the courtyard, took off his cloak and entered the house, then put his arms around Jiang Fanyin's shoulders and hugged him into his arms.

    "Sister Jiang, it's cold outside, please warm me up."

    Jiang Fanyin gave her an angry look: "I know it's not too cold to sit in front of the stove."

    Song Boxue smiled: "How can you use the stove." As he spoke, his hands clasped tightly again.

    "Cough, cough, that's enough, you guys, hurry up and eat." Zhu Zhu looked at the two hugging each other and rolled his eyes silently, they really didn't care about her mood at all Ah, the color light friend.

    There are four dishes on the table next to the stove. A small pot of soup is simmering on the stove. It looks very rich, but the raw materials are relatively simple.

    The four dishes are: cold cabbage, stir-fried cabbage, cold radish, and stir-fried radish.

    There was mutton and radish soup in the pot, but there were no slices of mutton, only a mutton bone supporting the scene.

    Song Boxue couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw this: "How can you be more vegetarian than yesterday, there was a radish stew yesterday, and today we will have a vegetarian banquet."

    Zhu Zhuyi laughed when he heard it: "They did it on purpose to show you this new thousand households, saying that the army's salaries have been tight recently, I hope the local county government can help, and they also say that the city guards army In terms of merit and deeds, even eating is the same, if you don’t contribute anything, and you don’t have military merit, who will serve you with delicious food and drink?”

    These words must have been ordered by General Hua, otherwise they would dare.

    To put it bluntly, I was reminding Song Boxue, hurry up and send money to those who should be given money, and give them away if they don’t have money.

    Song Boxue looked at the food on the table and couldn't help laughing and crying: "This general Hua is really plucking his hair, and now there is no war, how can he make contributions, as for contribution, I have only been in office for half a year, and I don't have much salary at all. ."

    Zhu Zhu pouted: "It is said that the master of Qingtian must be diligent and filial, the three-year county magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflake silver, you have been half a year, so why don't you have some."

     "Don't you know the situation in Pingchuan County? You are worried about paying taxes. Where is there any filial piety?"

    "That's over, we can only eat cabbage and radish every day this winter."

    Jiang Fanyin saw that the two of them were unlovable, and hesitated for a while, then took out some silver notes: "If it's just to improve the food, these should be enough."

    Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu looked at each other and reached out to count the silver notes together.

    Good guy, the first shot is 10,000 taels, the co-author is the God of Wealth.

    Zhu Zhu couldn't help joking: "I forgot that sentence and there is another way of saying, three years of Qing Dynasty prefect, it is also 100,000 snowflakes of silver, Miss Jiang is grand, not like a certain county magistrate, too poor Jingle."

    Jiang Fanyin saw that she seemed to be thinking wrong, and explained: "Dad's salary is not much, my mother is a merchant, these are the properties she bought back then, after my mother left, my father Leave those shops to me to take care of, the income is acceptable."

    Song Boxue couldn't help but glance at Jiang Fanyin. It was also mentioned in the original book that the heroine is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also quite accomplished in business, she is simply the man's wallet, otherwise Later, he would not be able to manage the big family in the General's Mansion.

    To put it bluntly, money can make ghosts run the mill. When the heroine becomes the food and clothing parents of the general's mansion, and becomes everyone's **** of wealth, who can say more.

    She suddenly remembered her grand blueprint for the two major specialties of Pingchuan County. There was a ready-made business boss in front of her, and it would be a fool not to ask for advice.

    Song Boxue immediately told everything that happened in Pingchuan County, and finally asked: "Sister Jiang think I can do this?"

    Looking at Song Boxue's shining eyes with a thirst for knowledge, Jiang Fanyin thought about it and said, "You have done a good job, especially the way you advertise it, it's very good, but It's still barely warm."

    "How do you say?" Song Boxue's heart jumped, as if there was a layer of window paper away from success, and Jiang Fanyin was the one who pierced the window paper.

    Jiang Fanyin got up, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few lines and handed it to Song Boxue: "Send this back to Pingchuan County, and let Lord Gao Xiaohou spread as much as possible, and sell sweet potatoes and pine trees next year. At the time, each batch of goods was printed or clipped with such a copy, and when the people spread word of mouth, it was called publicity, and in the future, there is no need to worry about not being able to make a name."

    Song Boxue looked at the content on the white paper, recited it once in her heart, and then couldn't help but recite it twice, and then looked up at Jiang Fanyin with a look like she saw some rare treasure: " Wonderful, Sister Jiang's jingle is just a stroke of genius."

    She dares to be sure that once this jingle spreads according to the expected results, it must be as well known as those well-known advertising slogans in modern times.

    "What a genius, let me see."

    Zhu Zhu reached out and took the piece of paper in Song Boxue's hand, and read out according to the content: "The pine tree is long and green, guarding the stars in the sky. Planting sweet potatoes, roasting sweet potatoes, Pingchuan County Ordered to sell sweet potatoes."

    These two sentences accurately summed up Song Boxue's intentions. The pine tree guarding the stars in the sky means to miss the ancestors, and the Pingchuan magistrate selling sweet potatoes is the best call.

    Zhu Zhu recited it again in a low voice, and praised: "Yes, it's easy to understand, the part of the capital will be handed over to this princess, and then I will find some people to talk on the street every day, including You are satisfied."

    Jiang Fanyin proposed after hearing this: "In the capital, the princess can find someone to write a book of interesting words, and make it into it."

    That's better than just talking about it in a dull way.

    When Zhu Zhu heard this, he immediately recognized: "It's a good idea, so I'll do it like this."

    Jiang Fanyin smiled and nodded, but Song Boxue who was beside her was still looking at her with burning eyes.

    She pointed to the soup in the pot: "If you don't drink it, the soup will be boiled."

    Song Boxue hurriedly turned around to pour the soup, and carefully brought it to Jiang Fanyin: "Sister Jiang, drink it first, be careful of the heat, I'll blow it for you."

    This is the heroine, she is simply her **** of wealth.

     Zhu Zhu, who was on the opposite side, couldn't help but covered his eyes. He didn't see, didn't see, this little county magistrate is too dog-legged.

    The three laughed and had lunch, and they didn't go anywhere in the afternoon, busy delivering letters to Pingchuan County and the capital.

    Liupingfu is located in the north-central part of Baiyue, and is close to the sea, so there is a large temperature difference between day and night.

    It snowed again today, and it hasn't stopped until now. The temperature in the evening was lower, so people were sent from the barracks to light the kang.

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