After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

"Sir, shouldn't we be heading back soon? It's getting dark."

"Wait a little longer. I have a feeling another fish will bite. If I leave now, wouldn't I be giving up halfway?"

Jiang Wenqing held two fishing rods at the same time with great concentration, supporting them on the left and right.

The small stools that were frequently used had been replaced with more comfortable rattan chairs, although the chair legs were shorter than those of normal rattan chairs. As the sun set, the chair legs had been sawed off by Steward Wen himself. The Wen family mansion was still being looked after by Old Steward Wen, and the second son of the Wen family had come to Tongzhou with Jiang Wenqing to take up his post as the steward of the inner residence of the county government.

Nowadays, the clerks are in charge of official business outside, and Steward Wen is in charge of the affairs of the inner quarters. Jiang Wenqing has no worries about anything inside or outside the office.

There was no opportunity to demonstrate his professional skills, but his fishing techniques became increasingly superb.

If you say there's one, there really is one; if you say there are ten, there are ten. You can always avoid missing out.

"Sigh~" Butler Wen sighed helplessly. His master's way of being an official was quite an achievement...

"Why are you sighing? Why not just enjoy this moment of peace and quiet?"

Wen Guanjia: A moment of peace?! You call this a moment of peace?! In the past six months, ask yourself, have you ever had a single moment of busyness?!

However, as a steward, he couldn't embarrass his master in front of him. Having followed the master for so many years, he had come to understand his temperament and character.

The master isn't a bad person; he's easily swayed. As long as you say something nice, you can coax him into submission.

Just as Butler Wen was inwardly grumbling, Jiang Wenqing suddenly became excited, "They've taken the bait! They've taken the bait!"

He suddenly yanked the rod, and a large fish flew through the air in an arc, creating a golden ripple.

Jiang Wenqing's face was full of smugness. "Butler Wen, when has my intuition ever been wrong?"

Steward Wen was indeed quite impressed; there was probably no one in the entire Tongzhou County government who was better at fishing than the master.

only……

Looking at the bamboo basket full of fish of all sizes, Butler Wen's lips twitched slightly; he really didn't want to eat fish anymore!

"yue~"

My stomach was churning, and I felt like I was about to vomit. I quickly thought of other things and managed to clear my mind of images of braised fish, steamed fish, deep-fried fish, fish porridge, fish ball soup, fish cakes, and so on.

Just as Butler Wen was about to pack up the fish basket, Jiang Wenqing tripped over the leg of a low rattan chair, fell forward, and tumbled into the river.

The housekeeper was shocked and dropped the fish basket, shouting for help.

The county yamen servants were near the carriage, and soon a few of them ran over and jumped in with a splash. Three of them were good swimmers.

The three of them rushed and frantically pulled Jiang Wenqing out of the water.

Jiang Wenqing was soaking wet and looked utterly disheveled, but he still clung tightly to his fishing rod, spitting out the river water he had accidentally swallowed.

"Pah, pah, pah, thank goodness, the fish is still here." The first thing he did after getting ashore was to check on the fish that still cared about him.

Fortunately, there were always spare clothes in the carriage, so Jiang Wenqing changed out of his wet clothes as soon as he got back to the carriage.

Although it is springtime, the temperature is still quite low in the mornings and evenings. If you walk back in wet clothes, you are very likely to catch a cold.

However, upon returning to the county government office, Jiang Wenqing sneezed several times.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

First he thinks, then he scolds, then he misses her – is it the eldest son-in-law who's thinking about her? Or is it the son?

Just as I was about to take a hot bath to warm myself up, Master Qian and Master Xing came into the study carrying official documents.

Master Qian: "Sir, you're back. These are the official documents we've processed over the past month. Please take a look."

Master Xing: "Sir, these are all the major and minor cases that have been adjudicated in the past month. Please take a look."

Master Qian was in charge of money, grain, and taxation, as well as people's livelihood and construction; Master Xing was in charge of criminal and civil cases and supervised the county jail.

The two men meticulously recorded all the official business they had handled over the past month and now handed it over to County Magistrate Jiang Wenqing for review and approval.

Jiang Wenqing frowned. He completely trusted the two advisors' character and abilities.

However, the two insisted on reporting to each other once a month, and this was the fifth time.

What Jiang Wenqing didn't know was that all of this was instructed by their real employer.

The two received their monthly allowance directly from the Jiang family. Old Master Jiang had repeatedly instructed them that even if they were to handle all the official business of the county government, they still had to report back once a month.

If you encounter an urgent matter and are unable to make a decision, you can send a message directly back to the Chiang residence.

These were all instructions that Jiang Xiaoqi gave to his grandfather before leaving the capital. Landlord Jiang felt that his grandson must have his reasons for doing so.

I will definitely carry out all the tasks assigned by my grandson with absolute certainty, and implement them to the fullest extent without any compromise.

Jiang Wenqing reluctantly accepted the official document, glanced through it casually, and said, "I trust the two of you to handle things. In the future, there's no need to come so frequently unless absolutely necessary."

The two advisors nodded in agreement, knowing that they would be coming back on time next month.

There's no need to argue with the adults on the spot. They've figured out the adults' personalities over the past few months; they're quite simple.

Adults are like donkeys that need to be stroked; as long as you don't say anything unpleasant, a few kind words are enough to coax them into becoming like an embryo.

After the two advisors finally took their leave, Jiang Wenqing rubbed his temples and called a servant to prepare hot water for his bath.

At this moment, a servant came to report that a visitor had arrived.

What kind of visitor is this so late at night?!

"Who is it? Is it absolutely necessary to see them?"

The servants had already started carrying hot water to the bathhouse, and Jiang Wenqing really didn't want to go to the front hall.

Fishing all day must be tiring, you know?

I had a really bad day today and fell into the Grand Canal. I'm just waiting to come back and take a bath to relax and warm myself up!

Who's so clueless as to show up at night! Not even a visiting card? He's a seventh-rank county magistrate, after all!

Within Tongzhou, Jiang Wenqing is the most powerful man. This guy really doesn't act like a county magistrate!

"Um, they said he was the young master's subordinate, but they didn't give his specific name."

"Young Master's men? Mingfei's men? Come on, come on, why didn't you say so earlier! Hurry up and get to the front hall!"

I haven't heard from my son in a long time. I wonder what kind of wonderful things he's sent me back this time. They must be rare items that you can't find in Beijing!

Hehe ~

"Did Mingfei send you? What did Mingfei bring back? Bring it here!"

The young man in plain clothes was taken aback. How did this Master Jiang know that he had come to deliver something?

No wonder he was able to become a county magistrate; he must have some extraordinary qualities.

The young man took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Butler Wen, who then passed it to Jiang Wenqing.

Jiang Wenqing took it. Hmm? So thin? Could it be a large denomination banknote?

Ignoring the presence of outsiders, he tore open the glued-up envelope.

"Greetings to Father. Mother and I have arrived at our destination and have sent word home."

There is another messenger at Grandfather's place. Father, after you have memorized the contents of this letter, please read it in front of Qingpeng and then burn it!