Song Fusheng guessed why Qi Minglai came.

He went into the house and took off the torn cotton jacket and cotton pants he was working on, and changed into a set of robes dressed as a scholar.

I also rearranged my hair, tied it up, tied it up, and wrapped it in a cloth.

When changing clothes, Grandpa Song and Gao Tuhu came in.

Without waiting for the two of them to ask with concern, "Why did you take it away?" ”

Song Fusheng asked Grandpa: "You are old, do you want to be a good man." ”

Grandpa Song was stunned, staring at Song Fusheng's smiling face, and it took a while to react.

The old man is blessed to the soul.

But he shook his head and said, "No, I don't care about that." ”

"Do you regret it? His village is bigger than the village we used to have. ”

"No regrets. Just a few of you, you don't listen. After the old man finished speaking, he pouted and left.

The high butcher looked at the old man's back with a smile on his face and said, "Who hasn't listened to him?" Isn't that nonsense? ”

Song Fuling stood by the river, unable to hold back her laughter, her eyes crooked.

Because her father was stupid and clicked on the horse, after getting on the bridge, Qi Zhu said "drive", and her father hugged people's waists when he boarded.

"Come on, babies, play a slippery game with my sister."

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Nursery rhyme town, county office.

Song Fusheng came back for the first time.

Everything is fresh.

Although I remember going to the county government and seeing the county order, it is not "me", this is not the first time he has really been.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Song Fusheng did not look around after entering the county government, and behaved politely and decently.

At the corner, the county man touched his beard and thought: Sure enough, with a clear and elegant posture, it is no wonder that he can win the eyes of nobles.

"Song Zi frame."

"The grass people have seen adults."

Adults don't have a frame at all.

As a county magistrate, in Song Fusheng's eyes, he is equivalent to a modern deputy county magistrate or office director, and under the feudal hierarchy, he actually helped him and let him sit.

And the county Cheng also sat at the other end of the coffee table, did not sit at the desk, and called him a subframe one by one, which was very familiar.

Half an hour later.

Song Fu gave birth to the county government.

Qi Ming stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to Brother Song, this should not only mean the county order, I guess it is also the meaning of the county order." ”

"Congratulations, I've got it back."

"Why?"

Song Fusheng bragged.

A look of everything is inferior, only the appearance of high reading.

He said that he was not in the right place because when the house was really stabilized, he would have to study hard and not be distracted.

Among their group, Grandpa was a lizheng and was familiar with that set of business, but he didn't recommend it.

Because after all, we are later, and we are not familiar with life. Let's not talk about it from afar, but we can't remember what the names of those people are.

Song Fusheng smiled modestly and said:

In fact, if you really have that ability in the future, even if you don't do it properly, you can do more for the village.

For the village and the people, you don't have to be anything, everyone can. As long as you have the ability and as long as you want to do.

So the county asked him, and what he recommended was the patriarch Ren who did more practical things for the village in his eyes.

That's all he said.

Qi Ming admired Song Fusheng even more than before.

Song Fusheng in Qi Ming's eyes: not only has the high quality of a scholar, but also has the sincerity and down-to-earth of a simple person. The most rare thing is that open-mindedness. No wonder.

"Brother Song, little brother admires."

"Hey." Song Fusheng waved his hand, looking like he was hiding his merit and fame.

In fact, I was pondering in my heart:

Damn, he refused to be right, so why two days later, the wolf-fighting troops were coming, and it was the military department that sent troops, and they wanted to stay there? And let them be sure to cooperate.

Why don't you go into the village to live in this kind of task? There is public money in the village.

Alas, how much more does it cost to feed those soldiers?