Because so many goods were collected, the food for the entire pastoral supervisor was better.
Needless to say, those close friends and family members, the Yang family has always treated them well, and they will eat whatever their master eats. Even the herdsmen and the refugees brought by Mingwei have had food and meat these days, and everyone's face is full of joy.
Happy smile.
Seeing this scene, the mountain people selling goods were very envious, so they asked: "I heard that you are still recruiting people, is it true?"
"Really. Taking care of food and wages."
The mountain people calculated that this was much more cost-effective than working by themselves, so they rushed to sign up.
Mingwei and the others had hotpot mutton for lunch.
The best season to eat mutton is late autumn and early winter. After a whole summer and autumn, those sheep are so fat that they are cut into fat and thin pieces and put on a plate with white flowers. Just looking at them makes your mouth water.
It's spring now, so it's inevitably not fat enough, but they don't mind it at all.
"Miss, eat this." Duofu, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed a piece of cooked mutton and put it into Mingwei's bowl.
Ah Wan shouted: "That's mine!"
Duofu blinked: "But everyone is eating!"
Ah Wan took a look, wasn't it? Ning Xiu, who looked lukewarm, was not slow at all and had already taken away the largest piece of mutton in the pot.
She wanted to cry angrily: "Not a single piece was left for me!"
Yang Shu picked up the plate, poured the remaining half of the plate into it, and said, "If it's not enough, ask Granny Cai to cut it again."
Ah Wan turned her anger into happiness: "Thank you, sir."
A group of people ate until their mouths became oily, then slowly drank tea to digest.
Ah Xuan put down his chopsticks and continued to work.
After a few days, the mountain folk's inventory was emptied, and few came. Only some who specialized in logging or quarrying continuously sent building materials, and some craftsmen heard about it and came over to find work.
Ah Xuan interviewed these craftsmen.
"Do you know carpentry? How about masonry work?"
This is a very strong man, in his thirties, with messy eyebrows and a bit of a fierce look. When Ah Xuan asked, he showed a flattering smile: "Master, although I don't know these things, I am very strong and can carry things."
Absolutely no problem.”
Ah Xuan took a look at it, and sure enough, he was as strong as a tiger, just...
His eyes stopped on the man's feet for a while, then glanced at his hands, frowning and saying nothing.
The man's heart tightened at his gaze, and he smiled and begged: "Master, I have a mother and a child at home, please give me a living."
Before Ah Xuan could speak, a voice came from beside him: "Okay, write down your name."
A Xuan turned around and saw that Ming Wei had wandered over at some point.
He hesitated to speak: "Miss Ming, he..."
The man suddenly saw a beautiful girl coming over, and his eyes widened. The girls in Gaotang are all dark and thin. Even the best girls in the flower house are neater, which they have never seen before.
So beautiful.
He is indeed a noble man from the capital, and the woman he brings with him is like a fairy.
"What are you looking at?" Ah Xuan noticed his gaze and shouted displeased.
The man hurriedly lowered his head and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm from the mountains, I've never seen such a beautiful girl... Damn it, I don't dare to look around again!"
Ah Xuan took the opportunity to tell him to get lost, but Mingwei spoke again: "Be more honest and work hard from now on."
The man was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, thank you, girl, thank you, sir."
She had already spoken, but Ah Xuan could only wave his hand, indicating to his subordinates to record their names, and he went aside to talk to Mingwei.
"Miss Ming, he is a practicing master, but he pretends to be a mountain man. His mind may not be pure."
"I know."
"Then you still..."
Ming smiled and said: "We spend so much money, it's strange that no one is interested. Aren't we short of people now? I heard that the bandits in the northwest are very ferocious..."
Ah Xuan was speechless. Did he set his sights on the robber?
He also wanted to give some advice: "These people are used to killing people and setting fires, and it is difficult to restrain them."
"Then we can't just ignore them." Mingwei straightened his sleeves, "These bandits usually hide in the mountains, and it's not easy to encircle and suppress them. Let them bring them to the door themselves, so that they can be caught in one fell swoop. This can be considered a good thing for the people."
That makes perfect sense!
"Don't worry! I will monitor him the whole time." After thinking for a while, he added, "There should be a lot of money in the robber's den, right? It will take half a year for the line to be laid here in the capital, so I can borrow their money to make it work. Hmm
, it’s decided! Where can I find a deal to give away money and people? Don’t reveal the truth.”
"..." Watching her Shi Shiran leave, Ah Xuan was speechless.
Also at noon that day, after lunch at the county government office, the middle-aged scribe said goodbye to Magistrate Feng.
Feng Yi was surprised: "Is this county neglecting you? Why do you want to leave so suddenly?"
The middle-aged scribe smiled and waved his hand: "What did Mr. Feng say? Xiao Ke has lived here for three months, and life couldn't be better. However, I have been away for too long, and I am worried about the situation at home, so I want to go home first."
Feng Yi said: "Don't you have any parents or relatives at home?"
The middle-aged scribe said without changing his expression: "Although my parents are gone and my wife died early, my brothers are still alive. What's more, the Qingming Festival is approaching, so I should go back and offer them incense sticks."
"So that's it." Feng Yi was very regretful, "Mr. has only learned a lot, and the county originally wanted to invite him to stay as a guest."
The middle-aged scribe bowed his hands and said, "I feel ashamed to have betrayed your kindness. I traveled here that day and encountered heavy snow. If you had not extended a helping hand, I would have died in a foreign land. I will remember your kindness. I will remember it in the future."
If you are destined, I will repay you again."
"Little things, little things."
The magistrate of Feng County spoke very well, presented a thick gift of Cheng Yi, and sent the middle-aged scribe out of the city gate before turning around.
The middle-aged scribe left the city gate and walked five or six miles before he stopped and turned towards the mountains.
…
With the first nail, there will be a second one.
A few days later, merchants from the county town came to deliver goods as promised, and brought a group of laborers with them. Mingwei sat on the porch, one by one.
"There's a problem with this one, well, there's a problem with that one too. Tsk tsk, in just a few days, several of them have come. It seems that the other party is very satisfied with our fat sheep!"
Ning Xiu was sitting not far away, expressionless as he listened to her comment on which dish was delicious.
"Hey!" Ming raised his chin slightly and asked him, "Sir, look at that, is it Xuanshi?"
Ning Xiu took a serious look at him and said, "I haven't learned martial arts, so I can't tell my magic power. Even if I know mystical skills, I'm probably just a charlatan."
Mysticism and martial arts are two different paths, and most people in Xuanmen are familiar with it. However, those quack magicians who just make a living have no serious inheritance and cannot distinguish between magic power and martial arts paths, making it difficult to distinguish.
Mingwei was very confident: "He has a certain amount of magic power, but he just learned the breath-containing technique. It seems that he has had adventures."
"Is that so?" Ning Xiu thought for a moment and suddenly frowned, "This person looks familiar."
"It's disguised." Mingwei said, "Maybe sir, I've seen him before."
If he hadn't changed his appearance, she might not have remembered it because of her blindness. But when he changed his appearance, to her, he was like a firefly in the dark, shining brightly.