Cheng Chubi looked at this big government office, and next, he would become the person in charge of this government office.

When I think about these days, I can be said to be conscientious, collecting and sorting out a lot of information and information in a down-to-earth manner.

The reason, of course, was not just to hand over the post of Luoyang county magistrate to Cui Shen.

Just as Cheng Chubi stepped up the steps, there was a sound of hooves in the distance, and Cheng Chubi subconsciously turned his head to look.

Seeing Wu Wang Li Ke coming on horseback, he subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

"My dear brother, what are you doing here?" Cheng Chubi looked at Li Ke who got off his horse with some astonishment, and Li Ke who walked up the steps quickly couldn't help wondering.

Li Ke had a good time, and looked around in high spirits, his vigor and vigor seemed like a wild teddy that had just been returned to nature.

"I was ordered by my father to come here specially to supervise you and that Cui Shen to hand over the post of Luoyang county magistrate peacefully."

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi was not happy, he raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the gate of the county government.

"What? Is it possible that your father thinks that I will fight with Cui Shenhui in this government office, and he is the only one?"

At this moment, Cui Shen, who has received the news that Cheng Chubi has come to take over, as a retiring official, even if he is not happy with Cheng Sanlang.

But according to Cheng Sanlang's title and the honorary rank of Taisun Taibao are far above him.

Therefore, Cui Shen could only hold his breath, and led a group of officials from the Luoyang County Yamen out of the Yamen to greet him.

But just when he lifted his front skirt and walked less than a few steps away from the Yamen, he heard such a sentence.

In an instant, the team froze, oh no, it should be said that all the officials behind Zhai Shen subconsciously braked and took a step back.

Cui Shen was left alone, lonely and cold, looking at Cheng Sanlang outside with a dull expression.

This sentence is really very unpleasant, what do you mean? I don't deserve a fight with you, do I?

...That's not right, a gentleman like this old man will definitely not fight with a vulgar martial artist like you.

Faced with Brother Chu Bi's words, Li Ke shook his head helplessly, and when he turned his head, he saw Cui Shen standing where he was, his face was purple with anger, and his eyes were fierce.

"Brother Chu Bi, County Magistrate Cui is right there..."

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Cheng Chubi turned his head and saw Cui Shen's appearance, he just laughed and turned to face the black-faced Cui Luoyang.

"Unexpectedly, Cui Luoyang has already come. Cheng has seen Cui Luoyang. Cui Luoyang's face is red, and his eyes are piercing. It seems that he is in good health..."

"???" Cui Luoyang felt a mouthful of old blood almost gushing out of his throat.

God's face is full of red light? With piercing eyes, I'm just making you angry, okay?

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat this vulgar warrior who could lift a tripod, Cui Shen really wanted to use the **** fist to rush forward and let Cheng Sanlang's blood spatter five steps.

At this moment, Cui Luoyang didn't even have the slightest smile on his face, so he snorted and raised his hand to lure him in.

"Xiaocheng Taibao, since you want to hand over, then please."

Seeing Brother Chu Bi striding forward towards the county government office with his head held high, more than 30 people rushed in behind him.

Li Ke's whole body was hairy, and he quickly squeezed through the cracks to the front, and whispered to Cheng Sanlang's ear.

"Brother Chu Bi, what are you trying to do, and what are you doing with so many people?"

"Have you forgotten that although I have mastered those things, the problem is that we have no real evidence for those things."

"The evidence is in those account books, and in the warehouse..."

A lot of things... What, father-in-law, how much money did His Majesty reward Cheng, why is it not written on it? "

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, heard Cheng Sanlang's inquiry, and couldn't help but turn his attention here.

The **** struggled to control the expression of his facial muscles.

"Cheng Taichang, Your Majesty gave Cheng Taichang your reward. There are 10,000 catties of corn, 10,000 catties of wheat, 10,000 catties of rice, 10,000 catties of soybeans, 10,000 catties of peat, and 100 sheep.

By the way, there are a thousand catties of oil, a thousand catties of dried meat, a thousand catties of fine sugar, a thousand catties of sesame seeds, a thousand catties of salt, and a thousand catties of dried fruits..."

Following the chattering of the **** in front of him, Cheng Chubi's face became darker and darker, almost turning into the color of the pan that had been fried for ten years.

"Wait a minute... don't you have any dry goods? For example, copper plates or silk."

"That's really not the case." Seeing Cheng Taichang's increasingly dark face, the **** stepped back cautiously and shook his head slowly.

"Your Majesty said, these things can add up to two or three thousand coins, which is enough for Cheng Taichang to live a prosperous and peaceful New Year."

Cheng Chubi pulled his face, looking at this dead **** who kept opening and closing his mouth, but the more he looked at it, the more he found it annoying.

God is so rich and peaceful, is this what I want?

The butler, Uncle Fu, was a little dumbfounded, always thinking that His Majesty was playing tricks on his third son.

Seeing the unhappy face of the third son, he quickly stepped forward and called the **** aside, asking him if he had a list.

After finishing his work, he turned his head to comfort Cheng Chubi.

"Third Young Master, with so many good things, our Duke Lu's mansion can save a lot of money during the Chinese New Year this year."

Cheng Chubi laughed dryly with black lines on his face, and only then did he feebly perfunctory.

Depressedly, he went to Fuzhong. It seemed that after 30 years, the project of disco dance at the tomb must be implemented according to quality and quantity. In the last three days, there would be a small dance, and ten days would be a big one.

Every month, I invite a few young ladies who don't cover their bodies to jump on the grave.

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But soon, Cheng Chubi turned around and left the mansion again, asking for the reward list from the housekeeper, Uncle Fu, and studied it carefully.

Since Uncle Li did this, even though he made himself quite sick, at least he seemed to have all the raw materials he needed to make compressed dry food.

Hmm~ lightnovelpub.net~ Is this considered waste utilization? No, no, this should be called flexible application.

Cheng Chubi picked up a piece of jerky about one and a half feet long from the pile of jerky, which was really heavy, and felt that its firmness was almost as strong as a wooden stick.

In ancient times, this thing was also called Shuxiu, also called preserved. It can be regarded as a daily gift commonly used as a gift to friends and guests in ancient times.

Even ancient teachers would use this thing, and I don't know if the earliest ruler is this hard and strong jerky.

Cheng Chubi looked at this kind of hard and firm jerky with deep thoughts, and he didn't know how to eat it.

Old Cheng's family raised so many fat and big-eared barrows, so they definitely wouldn't eat such a thing whose teeth were sore that they might not be able to chew it.

With a gloomy face, Cheng Chubi patted the dried meat in his hands, his eyes flickering.

That look, not to mention the eunuch, even a fat and strong family member of the Cheng family would have it

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