At Mo Qingcheng's command, everyone stopped working. The constables of Ningyuan County collapsed on the ground, exhausted—all because of Constable Ma's terrible idea!
snort!
Marin's efforts were in vain, and he was so angry that his nose was crooked. He was about to turn around and leave when the aroma of food wafted into his nostrils, making his mouth water.
Shangguan Yichen was in charge of entertaining Ling Feng and the others. Bai Zimo rolled his eyes and pulled Qi Yuanwei to wash his hands and go to the dinner table.
Butler Qi followed eagerly behind, "Young Master, wait for me..."
Bai Yueniang and the rest of Li Yunfang's family were dumbfounded.
"Sister Mo, why don't you confess honestly? What is the magistrate doing..." Bai Yueniang nudged Mo Qingcheng's waist with her elbow and chuckled.
Mo Qingcheng was speechless: "Jiang Taigong fishing..."
"..." Bai Yueniang pouted, "I don't believe you for a second."
Qi Yuanwei's face was extremely ugly. He glanced at the old and young men at the table, frowned slightly, and suppressed the urge to get up.
Old Man Bai, Shangguan Yichen, Mu Yunchuan, Bai Zimo, Li Changgeng, and most importantly, Ling Feng, whom I just can't stand.
Ling Feng didn't even glance at Qi Yuanwei. How dare a mere county magistrate give Madam Mo such a hard time? This bodyguard hasn't even settled accounts with him yet, which is already giving him a lot of face.
Everyone knows that Ling Feng is the youngest of the eight secret guards, a seemingly humble but actually the most fastidious young man.
Mo Qingcheng glanced at him indifferently. It must have been tough for Village Chief Li. His young men were used to all sorts of situations and were no longer easily impressed by praise or criticism.
Liu San and his group rested at the home of Li Ergou and his brothers. They sat in a circle in the courtyard, eating and chatting, which deepened their friendship.
The three men, including the one-eyed dragon, were responsible for entertaining the yamen runners brought by Qi Yuanwei.
The guards of the Imperial Inspector's household were the easiest to manage; they ate at a separate table, quietly and without making a sound, right by the door.
After a hearty meal and a half-hour rest, they continued harvesting rice. Ma Lin stuffed his stomach with food, pondering how to salvage the situation. The constables ignored him completely; he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. With wine, meat, and good food, only a fool wouldn't want to eat…
Qi Yuanwei was led to the rice paddy by Bai Zimo in a daze, somewhat confused, wondering what he had done.
Butler Yuanyuan hid behind, her heart filled with emotion. Madam Mo's teaching was excellent; each of her children was more capable than the last...
The next morning, Qi Yuanwei, as if possessed, led his men to Nanping Village and headed straight for the rice paddies. Ma Lin nearly choked to death on a mouthful of blood. Had the county magistrate gone mad?
Or has someone cast a curse on him?
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a meaningful smile. Free labor, might as well use it. Giving them food and not having to pay them wages, killing two birds with one stone.
Liu San and his men felt a strong sense of crisis; the constables were coming to steal their copper coins, so they decided to fight them...
The two sides cooperated smoothly, and neither wanted to fall behind. The constables did not want to tarnish the government's reputation, and they were eager to completely change the group's image, so they worked diligently behind the scenes.
Only Ma Lin was slacking off, which was discovered by Steward Qi. Qi Yuanwei frowned: "Officer Ma, did you come here to cool off?"
"Pfft!" Marin immediately knelt down. This is fucking bizarre!
Mo Qingcheng got excited, casually took out a sketchbook, took out a charcoal pencil, and with a few strokes, sketched the harvest scene vividly.
During the break, Liu Cuihua glanced at the painting and exclaimed, "Madam Mo, you've made the magistrate look ugly!"
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
"Ha ha!"
Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing. Mo Qingcheng was speechless, while Liu Cuihua awkwardly touched her nose, vehemently denying that those words had actually come from her mouth.
Li Yuanlin stole a glance at Ke Moqingcheng and, seeing that she wasn't angry, felt a little relieved.
"Second brother, what are you daydreaming about?"
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