In the book, I was fed by my sister

After three rounds of drinks, Yang Yihe said softly, "I will return to Beijing tomorrow."

"Is the county magistrate going back to the capital to marry a wife?" a yamen runner said jokingly while reeking of alcohol.

However, this joke did not make Yang Yihe smile, but made his expression even more solemn.

"You bastard, you are drunk and you make fun of the county magistrate. Sir! I will help you teach him a lesson." Another bailiff stood up and the two men started fighting.

Yang Yihe smiled helplessly and continued, "I received the summons yesterday, and my father also wrote to me. I'm afraid I won't be returning to Feng County this time."

These words instantly quieted the originally bustling hall.

The land re-measurement caused a huge uproar in the capital. Even though they were just minor officials, they felt the power of this storm.

The situation in Feng County was like a prairie fire. Once it started, it would burn countless people. Therefore, those people had to put out this spark as soon as possible.

But no one expected it to come so soon.

"Fortunately, the backlog of cases have been almost finished." Yang Yihe said casually, then took a deep sip of wine.

Seeing everyone keeping their heads down and not saying anything, he half-jokingly said, "Why are you looking so sad? I think I'll have a leisurely job when I return to Beijing, so I can finally relax. You all should go home, go home to see your wives and children, and I want to take a good look at the moon, too."

Hearing this, Zhang Gaopeng couldn't help but shout, "Sir!"

He worked as a yamen runner before just to make a living, but after working with Yang Yihe for a few months, he deeply felt Yang Yihe's character and talent.

He remembered why he became a yamen runner in the first place.

Yang Yihe patted Zhang Gaopeng on the shoulder. "You are capable. I have also inquired and found that the next county magistrate is a good person to get along with. You should be bold to put forward some of your ideas."

Zhang Gaopeng is a talented person, but he doesn't know how to study the camp. Before, the situation was chaotic, Zhang was the boss when there was something going on, and Zhang was the minor one when there was nothing going on.

Although the two serious cases have not been solved yet, it cannot be blamed on Zhang Gaopeng.

He read the case file and found the strange things in it difficult for ordinary people to think and infer.

On the day Yang Yihe left, it started to snow. He looked up at the sky and sighed, "The snow is coming too early. I wonder how many people will suffer from hunger and cold."

This sentence made the two servants behind Yang Yihe feel extremely sad and helpless. Their master really cared about the people and really wanted to do something practical for them.

When their young master came, he was full of vigor and vitality, but when he left, his temples were already gray.

Yang Yihe was walking on the road, leading his horse. When he was young, he studied and dreamed of becoming a local official in the future, just like in the books, and being seen off by the people when he left office.

But now that he had left Feng County and said goodbye to his brothers in the government office, he was only surrounded by the two servants with whom he had grown up.

He felt a little sad, but when he saw the faint green on both sides of the road, he felt a little comforted.

"Is that County Magistrate Yang? Are you out to check on our crops again?" The old man pulling the ox cart took off his hat and saluted Yang Yihe.

Yang Yihe had visited the surrounding villages before, and now many people were familiar with him. Those people even knew later that the person they were talking to was the new county magistrate, and they boasted about it everywhere.

"Going into town to buy something, old man?"

"Yes! Fortunately, Lord Yang re-measured the land, and our family has a better harvest this year. I will go buy some new cotton to make clothes for my soon-to-be-born grandson."

"Then I congratulate you on your baby's birth!"

"Hey! We don't know whether it's a boy or a girl yet. According to the doctor, it could be twins. Sir Yang, I won't bother you any more!"

Yang Yihe also said to the two servants beside him: "Ayu, Aguang, we have to get on the horses and hurry on our way."

*

It had snowed and the day suddenly became colder.

Li Dongmei held her hands and blew on them for a while, trying to bring herself some warmth. Then, she used a small branch to carefully write the three words "Li Wenli" on the thin layer of snow on the ground.

"Li Zi, this is your name, you must remember it well."

Along the roadside, Dong Mei wrote the names of the five of them one by one on the thin snow.

Seeing her own name, Li Zi felt a little difficult. In comparison, she preferred Song Li's name, which only had two characters, simple and easy to remember.

"Please write down Da Mai's name as well. I will remember both of them together."

Dong Mei did as she was told and wrote "Li Baomai" on the ground.

Li Zi saw it and exclaimed: "Dong Mei, you are so smart. You can even write our names."

"The master rarely accepts girls. He said I am the smartest child he has ever seen." After Dong Mei boasted about this, she immediately looked at Rongrong. Rongrong was not chosen by the master. She didn't know if this sentence would make her sad.

Li Rongrong bared her teeth and laughed, "You may not know that Li Guan also went there, hahahaha, but he ended up being worse than me in front of the Master."

Song Li asked curiously, "Are we all going to private school?" She looked at everyone in confusion, not understanding why everyone wanted to go to private school.

She heard that the private school was far from home, and if she went there, she probably wouldn't be able to feel her sister's presence.

Li Rongrong replied: "How is that possible? Just like me, my father wanted me to go, but I couldn't go. The master wouldn't accept a stupid kid like me."

Jin Jiao also said: "I won't go either. My two sisters didn't go either. My only brother went to school for two years. Dad said that it's enough to have someone who can read in the family."

Jin Jiao's statement is the general view. If there is someone who can read, when there is a letter or something like that, there is no need to pay someone else to help read it.

Li Dong said, "Okay, let's not talk about other things. Everyone, remember your names. I will come next time to test you. If you don't study hard in the teacher's class, the teacher will hit you with a ruler wider than my palm. Next time I come back to test you, if you can't remember, I will hit your palms with a small stick."

Li Rongrong watched Dongmei pointing with a ruler wider than her palm. If she hit her like that, her hand would surely swell an inch!

Thinking of this, she shuddered and decided to follow Dong Mei's example. She didn't hurt anyone when she hit them.

So everyone picked up twigs and imitated Dong Mei's handwriting on the ground.

The words on the snow gradually increased. After this piece of snow was gone, he moved to another piece of snow.

An adult passing by saw this and asked curiously, "What are you looking for on the ground?"

Several children said in unison: "We are learning to write."

At noon, everyone went home to eat, but Li Zi insisted on following Song Li home. She said confidently, "I can teach her. I've remembered it."

"I remember that too. You can go back and eat."

"No, what if you remembered it wrong? I have to watch it to feel at ease."