The Little Darling Of The Husband's Family

51-60

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ! ᴏʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ
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Chapter 51

County Office Narrative

The villagers did not dare to disobey the words of the village chief and the elders. They left the Su family reluctantly. When almost everyone had left, only Aunt Zhou, Uncle Li and a few others were left cleaning the yard and cleaning the dishes.

The village chief took a long breath and then glanced at Gu Yuan: "Have you been prepared for this?"

“Hehe…” Gu Yuan just smiled without answering.

The village chief knew everything in his mind. That big bowl of tofu weighed at least 20 kilograms. Who would believe him if he said it was not prepared in advance?

"You are really good!" The village chief stood up and patted his waist after sitting all day. "I am going to prepare the money."

Gu Yuan pretended to be dumb: "What is the village chief preparing the money for?"

The village chief snorted: "You are still pretending to be here!"

Finally, he continued, "You are smart and capable, and you care about the villagers. These are all good things, and I have nothing to say. But no matter how you end up in the future, as long as Zhuo Yuan and I are alive, Liqiao Village will always be your support. I just hope you don't forget the villagers in the future."

These words could almost be regarded as surrender. Gu Yuan knew what the village chief meant: "Don't worry, village chief. No matter where I go, my roots are always here and will never be lost."

After the wheat was harvested, the threshing ground was busy for several days. Some people watched the Su family start digging potatoes on the same day, and they followed suit.

In the county government office, the county magistrate paced back and forth, looking outside from time to time and sighing.

The legal advisor and several clerks did not dare to speak out due to the presence of the county magistrate, but they kept looking outside the house, as if they were waiting for something.

At midday, a soldier dressed in yamen uniform ran in from outside, his official hat tilted so askew that he didn't even have time to straighten it.

"My lord, my lord, you are back."

The soldier held the account book in his hand, his face covered with sweat. "Zhang Zhubu specially sent me here to announce the good news. He and several yamen runners are escorting the potatoes from behind."

As soon as they heard the word "good news", the atmosphere in the room immediately eased.

Page 1 of the account book: There are more than 600 acres of land in Lijia Village, Miaowang Town, of which 300 acres are potatoes, totaling 3,745 shi, and the remaining small amounts are not counted.

In other words, one acre of land in Lijia Village can yield ten and a half shi of potatoes, not counting those that are too small to be weighed.

"good!"

The county magistrate rolled up the account book and clapped his hands vigorously, saying three times in succession: "Good, good, good!"