After I was Exiled, I Became a Noble Minister

Bags of mung bean porridge were delivered from the small gate, and one hundred small stewards took them one by one.

The refugees looked at the sticky mung bean porridge, their stomachs growled wildly, and could not wait to rush to the front.

Anyway, the head of Qingping County said that everyone has a share and can always drink.

eye socket.

I haven't eaten hot food for a long time, and it still tastes so good.

Everyone cherished the mung bean porridge, and was reluctant to finish it.

& nbsp; Is it just a bowl of mung bean porridge?"

A younger brother smiled, "Maybe the mung bean porridge in Liangcheng is different."

A laughing voice sounded in the crowd, "This is the craftsmanship of the Qingping County Lord."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Yong gave the brothers a wink, and they came over.

"What? The head of Qingping County? She is a noble person, how can she cook porridge for us?"

The tall man was in tatters, his face was covered in dust, and his whole body was gray.

But her voice was loud and clear, "The county magistrate of Qingping has suffered hardships before. On the way to the exile of the whole family to Liangcheng, she has suffered a lot, suffered from poverty and starvation, and can understand everyone's difficulties. Mung bean porridge is arranged, why is it mung bean porridge?"

The refugees look at each other, I don’t know.

The tall man said loudly, "Mung bean porridge has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, reducing fire and relieving heat. She is watching everyone come over on such a hot day, tired and hot, for fear that everyone will suffer from heat stroke."

The refugees are so excited that the county magistrate of Qingping cares so much about them? Thought so thoughtfully.

The more sentimental refugee's eyes were red, "Qingping county owner is very good, she is dedicated to us, she is different from those dog officials who don't care about our life or death."

The tall man smiled and said, "That's right, the owner of Qingping County is beautiful, she leads her clan to open a snack street, and the servants are all poor people who can't get enough to eat, and they are for work. , it is free to eat and drink. If you have been to Liangcheng, you will know that this mung bean porridge is her family's signature, and it is a gift from the Qingping County Lord. "

The words are full of praise and admiration for Mu Wanqing like the water of the Yellow River.

Brother Yong's eyes flashed slightly, and he said coldly, "How do you know so clearly?"

This is the head of Qingping County, but I don't know when they got in.

Everyone looked at the man suspiciously, the tall man looked natural, "I have been to Liangcheng to visit relatives before, and my relatives took me to the snack street and ate mung bean porridge."

Suddenly, Brother Yong's other subordinate, Ah Jin, said, "What's the use of drinking porridge? Isn't she rich? Isn't there a whole snack street? She is popular If you drink spicy food, why don't you give us meat?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became subtle.

She doesn't even recognize her own mother."

A Jin was not at all cowardly, and said with a stubborn neck, "Isn't she a court official? She has the responsibility to appease the people..."

"You're not a commoner under her rule, why does she care about your life or death?" The tall man said fiercely, "Giving a bite is love, not giving is duty, no matter what. How, people give you a bowl of porridge to drink, and you are a benefactor if you don’t starve to death, you must have a conscience.”

Refugees are a group of people with the simplest feelings, "Yes, you must have a conscience."

"The county magistrate of Qingping is already very good. He gave us porridge. If other towns saw us, if they saw the plague, they would not allow us to stay."

"That is, what does it have to do with us, no matter how much money the Qingping county owner has?"

A Jin's face turned blue and white, and his eyes flickered, "Why do you keep talking to her? Isn't she a lackey who came in to seek information on purpose?"

This is what Brother Yong and his party want to know.

The tall man rolled his eyes, "I really want to hang out with her, she is a famous God of Wealth, she is especially good at making money, and everyone who follows her has made a fortune. , you can eat meat every day."

The refugees became excited when they heard this, "Really? Is she still capable of this?"

They only know that the Qingping county owner is very capable, he can make waterwheels, and what kind of cotton has he made, which has won the emperor's appreciation.

But, will you make money? Never heard of it.

The tall man looked mysterious, "Everyone in Liangcheng knows that renting her land only needs to pay 30% of the land rent. At that time, the landlords united to protest and forced her to change back. , she was a weak woman who just held on, she would rather offend the rich and let the poor people earn a little more, she sympathized with the poor people, and pity that the people's livelihood is not easy."

The refugees have gone through too many hardships, and their hearts are cold, but who is born indifferent?

"I knew that the head of Qingping County was a great man."

Seeing a little light in the dark is like seeing faith and wanting to hold on tight.

For them, the county magistrate of Qingping is the light that illuminates them.

The tall man Barabala kept saying, "Not only that, she also built a workshop on the farm, and hired thousands of people to work, and the treatment was very good."

Refugees are particularly interested in this, "Let's talk about the treatment."

"For example, if you pay a few cents for every extra piece of clothing you make, how many taels can a capable woman earn a month."

Brother Yong is too familiar with this set, this is brainwashing, he has done it countless times.

However, he didn't dare to stop or fight, he could only watch other people's **** and smear a layer of golden light for Qingping County Lord.

A few words popped into his mind, making wedding dresses for others!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but keep smiling.

The county magistrate of Qingping is a monster.

The refugees don't understand, but they understand one thing. They are rich with Mu Wanqing!

"My God, so many? Are you still hiring?"

The tall man successfully aroused the refugees' desire for money and yearning for a peaceful life, but he sold it off, "How do I know? When I find a chance to meet my relatives in the city, Ask about the situation."

While speaking, there was a commotion in the distance.

Everyone looked over and saw a notice posted on the city gate, which was brand new.

"What is this?"

The guard on the tower read aloud, "Recruitment notice, we need a group of strong-aged men to open up wasteland, three meals a day, plus 20 clerical wages, first come, first served."

Just as he finished speaking, several people said in unison, "I'll go."

"Me too."

"Go, go, have food and wages, this is a great good thing."

Even if it's just a meal, they're happy to go.

Not to mention the wages, twenty pennies can make a family half full.

Refugees scrambled to sign up. Brother Yong was pulled out to work and did the registration work for everyone, which was cumbersome and terrible.

He is a tool man!

He wanted to stop and didn't want to send so much hard labor to the government, but as long as he raised his head slightly, he could see that the man on the tower was aimed at him, and as he walked, move.

As long as he dares to make a difference, he will be splattered with blood immediately.

Within range, is the truth.

This is too much, not only to make him work hard, but also to warn him clearly.

Unfortunately, he couldn't calm down and think about countermeasures.

Look, there are thousands of people arguing in your ears, and you have a headache, what do you think?

What's more, the refugees who were not recorded expressed their strong dissatisfaction and tore him around to make him look good.

If fighting hadn't been banned, he would have been flattened.

Although his reputation is very good, in the face of vital interests, who cares?

Brother Yong is going crazy, this offending trick, I really want to throw it away!

But, he dare not!

His ambitions had just begun, and they were forcibly suppressed.

He was bitter, but could not say.

On the other side, another notice was posted.

"Recruiting a group of female workers who are ingenious, well-behaved and capable. Those who pass the assessment will be provided with food, board and lodging, and the monthly payment will be five hundred yuan. The more you work, the more you will get, and the piece rate system is not limited." Patiently explain the content of this notice.

If you do it well, the money will be great.

This made the women so excited, "Do you still need to take the test?"

"That's for sure, the monthly money is high, and people's requirements are naturally high."

“Where to take the test?”

The women quickly discussed with their family members, who would give up such a good opportunity?

Go and try, these officials can't do anything bad.

They don't know anything, what's the point?

Of course, the main reason is that they believe in the conduct of the Lord of Qingping County and give them mung bean porridge.

And the emperor's endorsement, the emperor said yes, naturally it is good.

Besides, if you really want to deal with them, wouldn't it be easier to shoot them on the spot?

Come on, let's accompany the mother-in-law at home.

No, I ran away a lot, half empty.

Xu Yong watched the refugees leave in batches, anxious, but could not do anything.

He knew that this was Mu Wanqing's differentiation plan, but there was nothing he could do.

Wu Ren and several people looked at each other, frustrated, which was different from what was promised in advance.

They are people who want to do a great job.

When they were worried, another announcement was made.

"To recruit a group of good farmers, you need to be in good health, have rich experience in farming, and have food and shelter.

"Accept a group of errands, no age limit, no gender limit, three hundred yuan a month, if you want to do it, follow these officials."

Hearing this, the old and frail people rushed forward one by one.

Can't do anything else, this is fine.

Who wants to kill the rebellion with a way out?

As night fell, there were fewer and fewer refugees, and Zhang Yong and others became more and more flustered.

Only a few of them are not allowed to go, they can only stay under the city gate, what is this for?

Wu Ren jumped up and down anxiously, "Brother Yong, it looks like we will be liquidated, what should we do?"

What is this called? To die before one's ambition is paid? Ah bah, bad luck!

Brother Yong frowned, "This is all the work of the Qingping County Lord, and it is divided into pieces."

Wu Ren rolled his eyes, "I know this, it's useful to say something."

She only showed one side and took control of the situation, so everyone had to act according to her arrangement.

"Take a long-term plan." Brother Yong is helpless and faces an unprecedented crisis.

What can be done by being stared at? Just try to save your life.

That Qingping county magistrate is not a good stubble, and kills without blinking an eye.

Aren: …is this what I want to hear? ah?

A loud voice rang out, "Xu Yong, Wu Ren, A Jin, Gouzi, Yangdanzi, Ahai, Aniu, the county lord of Qingping let you in."

The person who was named trembled involuntarily, looking at the slowly opening city gate, as if seeing the gate of hell.

Coward, fear!