Late at night, around twelve o'clock, Ning Yuan. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The torrential rain was falling wildly, and bright lightning flew through the air like silver snakes, illuminating the whole house again and again, and the rumbling thunder was deafening, as if it could shatter anything.

Mo Qian could clearly hear the "click" sound of the rain falling and the "whooshing" sound of the heavy rain.

The wind roared, slamming the door of the county government open and slamming it against the wall.

The wind blew on the treetops with a scream of "woo-woo-woo", and lightning pierced the dark night.

The dull thunder roared like a cannon, and it terrified people.

In the evening, it was still a fine sunny day, but not long after, a thunderclap broke the silence, and gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, until it became the way it is now.

But fortunately, at this time, the people of Ningyuan had already fallen asleep, so the impact was not great.

With a bang, the window in the study was blown open again, and the rain blew in in the opposite direction along the window, wetting the nearby ground in an instant, and even the lights on the lamp were extinguished.

Mo Qian shook his head, and was about to get up and close the window.

At this moment, the doorway was opened.

Ting'er walked in with her head down, walked quickly to the window, closed the open window, and sat down upright.

Mo Qian looked at her a little funny, she cried a lot when she came back just now, but now she was a little shy.

"Ting'er, why don't you sleep so late?"

In Mo Qian's memory, Ting'er usually went to bed very early, and fell asleep around ten o'clock in the evening.

Of course, this is a good habit, but Mo Qian, who is accustomed to the rhythm of modern life, can't do it. And tonight is a bit unusual.

"Childe, I can't sleep...... Childe, haven't you slept yet? It's getting late! ”

Ting'er whispered casually, I don't know why, she couldn't sleep tonight anyway, maybe it was the impact of today's events in her heart, so she wanted to come to Mo Qian to talk.

"Oh, I'm not done with today's business yet, but it's going to be soon." Mo Qian put down the document in his hand and said softly.

As a magistrate, it is really not as easy as imagined.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, has countless capable people under his command, but he still has to do everything himself, and he is unwilling to let go of power.

Zhu Yuanzhang also wrote a poem to describe his hard work: "Before the hundred bureaucrats got up, I got up first, and the hundred bureaucrats have fallen asleep before I slept." is not as rich as the Jiangnan man, and the sun is still embraced. ”

From this poem, it can be seen that not only are the people below not easy to do, but also those in high positions have to work harder.

In order to solve this problem, Ming Chengzu Zhu Di had to set up a cabinet to assist him in governing the country.

The king of a country is still like this, and Mo Qian's subordinates in a small place do not have such talents, and he does not dare to talk about handing over power to others before the system is perfect, so he can only come by himself.

It is a good thing to have power alone, but it can also be bad, on the one hand, Mo Qian can control the direction of Ning Yuan's progress by himself, and develop Ning Yuan according to modern methods at any time.

But on the other hand, this requires Mo Qian to bow down to everything, otherwise it is easy for others to misinterpret Mo Qian's meaning, even some small things, and Mo Qian does not dare to let others make decisions.

Ting'er stood for a while and asked playfully, "Childe, can I sit here?" ”

Mo Qian pointed to the chair beside him and said with a smile, "Come and sit, seeing that you haven't slept so late, you must have something on your mind." ”

"Hmm." Ting'er answered, leaned over to Mo Qian's side, and pursed her lips, "Childe, why did you come to Ningyuan?" With your talent, you should have stayed in the temple, and it is really condescending here. ”

"Why are you here?" Mo Qian was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this problem, but he had crossed over to this Mo Qian's body and inherited his identity, so he naturally wanted to come to Ning Yuan to take office.

If I really wanted him to give him a reason, he couldn't say why.

"Fate...... Mo Qian snorted, he couldn't say that he was a traverser.

He was originally a person who was content with plainness, in the final analysis, perhaps it is essentially the same as the ancient Chinese idea of small farmers, an orphan who has been abandoned since childhood, and all he desires is nothing more than this.

If he were to choose between the ups and downs of the power struggle or the current life in a peaceful corner, he would not hesitate to choose the latter.

"But Ting'er, what about you?" Mo Qian thought for a moment and asked rhetorically.

Until now, he only knew that the woman who was snatched back from the Water Pavilion was called Ting'er, and she was a Qingqi person who had lived in the Qinglou since she was below, and there was no other information about it.

I don't even know what her last name is or where she lives.

Ting'er smiled, but Mo Qian could vaguely see that her face was not without bitterness, "Actually, I wasn't originally called Ting'er, this name was given to me by the mothers of the Water Pavilion after I was in the dust."

Besides, how could a woman in the Qinglou be willing to use her real surname to shame her ancestors? ”

Mo Qian nodded, people in this era still have a strong family concept, if it weren't for the difficult family background, how could they let their relatives fall into the dust.

And even if it is in the dust, the family name can no longer be used.

"And what was your original name?"

"My original name was Ye Wanqing, I was born in an official family, and later because my father committed an accident, my house was raided, and our family also lived on the streets.

In order to support my mother, my relatives sent me to the Water Pavilion, and when I was a child, I would have five taels of silver every month, so that my mother and my relatives would no longer be hungry.

By the time I was done, I was able to earn my own money, and my relatives' lives became better.

But none of my relatives seemed to want to see me, except for my mother, and after my mother died, I never saw my relatives again.

And I, too, gradually learned to accept my fate, just thinking about saving more money when I was young, and when the years declined, I would find a family to marry as a concubine, or find a Taoist temple for the rest of my life.

So when Childe, you snatched me back from He Jing's hands, my heart was willing, even very happy, at least I had someone who cared. ”

Mo Qian listened, his heart was a little uncomfortable, originally he thought that he was already very miserable, but there are always so many unlucky people in the world.

"So since I started at that time, I have regarded Gongzi as my own relative, and it turns out that Ting'er is not wrong, the days in the county government are the happiest time of my life.

Although there is no maid to serve, but there is more freedom, the son will teach me to cook, will worry about whether Ting'er is hungry, and will change tricks to make Ting'er happy.

This is something I've never had, and I don't want to lose anymore, I've lost a lot in my life, and that's all I have to do is a little bit of selfishness. ”

Saying that, Ting'er's expression was a little excited, and tears couldn't stop flowing down, "So, Childe, please cherish yourself too, okay, just think it's for Qing'er, okay?" ”