The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The big pit at the entrance of the village had just been filled. Yan Zhennan sent Qiao Qingyun to the county academy, and went to the government office to ask when the village bandits would take him away.

In fact, Yan Zhennan thought similarly to the village chief. As for those who are alive, it’s okay, just lock them up, but the dead still need to be dealt with.

The bodies of hundreds of bandits are now piled up in the mountains. If no one takes care of them, they will just rot. He is afraid that this will cause another epidemic.

Fortunately, Qiao Qingyun went with them this time. Even though the county magistrate was extremely busy at the moment, he had to deal with the affairs of Anning Village first.

"It's not that I don't care, but things always have their priorities. Look at all the people who died of the plague in this city. Their bodies haven't been collected yet. There are also several villages that were massacred by bandits. I'm really... dealing with corpses all the time."

The county magistrate is really overwhelmed when talking about what he has been doing recently. He is so upset that his hair is falling out in clumps.

He touched his hair, which was obviously much thinner, and sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, killing the bandits in Anning Village is a great achievement. I will definitely handle it properly. Not only that, the reward will also be distributed."

The county magistrate felt a little embarrassed as he spoke, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes as he looked at Qiao Qingyun.

"Dean Qiao, it is indeed my fault that the plague in this county was not prevented. I think I have no hope of promotion this year. However, although I have not made any great achievements in Anning Town over the years, I have not made any great mistakes either. I wonder if you can discuss with the people in Anning Village about the matter of exterminating the bandits on my behalf..."

"I can't make the decision." Qiao Qingyun knew very well that the county magistrate was trying to use the merits of suppressing bandits to offset the fault of the epidemic.

Otherwise, given the number of deaths in Anning Town, if the higher authorities were to hold him accountable, it would be a question whether he could keep his position as county magistrate.

"I heard about it. You were in Anning Town at the time. It must have been you who came up with the plan to wipe out hundreds of bandits who killed people without blinking an eye in a village."

This is true. If the people of Anning Village discuss it, there will be no problem. After all, the achievement of killing bandits is of no great use to them, the farmers.

It's really not as practical as rewarding silver.

only……

"Most of the bandits died at the hands of Zunyuan Hou. If we talk about achievements, it should be Zunyuan Hou."

Lord Zunyuan?

The county magistrate only felt that his hair was falling away from him one by one, and the black gauze hat on his head was becoming lighter and lighter.

He was so busy that he forgot there was such a big Buddha in Anning Village.

He really has no psychological burden when it comes to snatching the credit of the villagers. The worst that can happen is that he can just give them more benefits to appease them.

But who is this Lord Yuan? He is a first-rank general, and there are only three first-rank generals in Daxia now.

Asking him to compete with such a person for credit, he doesn't think the official hat is too light, but that his head is too heavy and he doesn't want it anymore.

"Forget it, I didn't say anything." The county magistrate's desire to survive reached its peak at this moment. He dared not make any demands. He really dispatched personnel to deal with the affairs of Anning Village as quickly as possible.

That day, Yan Zhennan brought more than twenty yamen runners and drove more than a dozen ox carts to the village, and kindly took them to see the village chief to explain the situation.

Unfortunately, the village chief was not at home. He was standing in Zhang Yiju's yard, sighing: "There is only one scholar in our village, and now..."

After a sigh, he had to comfort Liang Xiaoyan: "This is also a kind of relief for him. You have to think about the child in your belly and don't be too sad."

Liang Xiaoyan nodded slightly, "Thank you, village chief. My husband passed away so suddenly, I think he must be worried about my mother-in-law. Why don't we... bury them together?"

"This..." The village chief was a little hesitant. They did not die on the same day, so it made no sense to bury the mother and son together.

A woman passing by knew about the situation and interrupted outside the yard to express her opinion: "If we don't bury them together, will we have to go through the trouble of burying them twice? The wheat is ripe now, and it will be rotten after the harvest."

For the villagers, nothing is more important than rushing to harvest. Even if the loss of life is the most important thing, the dead are not their own family members, so of course rushing to harvest is more important.

Village chief: “…” It’s a troubled time, it’s really a troubled time, why are all these things happening at the same time?

"Okay, I'll go to Xiangyangpo and talk to those guys and ask them to dig the pit a little bigger."

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, Yan Zhennan came over with the yamen runners.

Seeing the dozen or so ox carts again, the village chief felt relieved, and his face, which had been gloomy all day, finally showed some smile.

Especially when he heard that there was another two hundred taels of silver as a reward, he smiled so hard that his face was full of wrinkles.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll call someone to help. Brothers, just go to my house and wait." The village chief's hands were shaking as he held the silver.

On the one hand, he was extremely nervous. After all, he had never felt the heavy weight of two hundred taels of silver in his life.

On the other hand, he was excited. After all, things would be easier with money. Even if the villagers didn't give him face, they would still do their best if they could share the money.

Thinking of this, the village chief turned his head and glanced at the yard behind him, thinking that this scholar was lucky. With the reward money, he could find a reason to compensate the victim and buy a thin coffin.

Otherwise, judging from Liang Xiaoyan's intention, she might be planning to stuff the mother and daughter into one coffin and bury them. If she really did that, it would become a joke in the future.

However, the village chief was wrong this time. Even if Liang Xiaoyan was dissatisfied with Zhang Yiju, she would not be so immoral.

The village chief took the yamen runners to the village to call people, but Yan Zhennan did not go with them. He quietly glanced at Zhang Yiju's yard and happened to meet Liang Xiaoyan's eyes.

He touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Well, I'm sorry."

Liang Xiaoyan suddenly burst out laughing: "Second son of the Yan family, if you were a scholar, I would definitely go to your house to propose marriage."

After all, the Yan family is now well-known in the surrounding villages.

Not only is my mother-in-law good-tempered and kind-hearted, she is also extremely nice to her son-in-law.

Plus, I have a big brother and brother who can make money.

This is not the point. The point is that the Yan family loves their daughters-in-law, so Yan Laoer is really a popular guy. The only problem is that he is just a carpenter, not a scholar.

Otherwise, such a strong and handsome man is much better than that Zhang Yiyu.

Liang Xiaoyan could only raise a bitter smile. What does it matter whether it is good or bad? There is no medicine for regret in life.

Moreover, if we really compare them, who can compare to Dean Qiao? But...

"How about you give Dean Qiao to me?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhennan thought she would cry, but he never expected that she could actually laugh. It would have been fine if she just laughed, but she even teased him.

How could he, a man, be molested by this young widow when his husband's body was still warm?

Not only did she flirt with him, she also tried to steal his man.

Who would believe it?