Accompanied by the sound of gongs, the busy and noisy construction site slowly became quiet. The villagers who were working carried tools, some went home, and some scattered towards the small shacks that were plastered by the surrounding stars.

Those who go home are relatively close to the construction site, and those who set up some shacks around are not unable to go back, but they want to stay on the construction site and make a little more money while the night is over.

The construction site needs a large amount of small stone seeds. These people bring their own dry food. After dinner in the evening, they smashed the big stones that were dragged to the construction site into small stone seeds. This is based on the money.

Zheng Duan also lives on the construction site.

As long as he does not have any urgent official duties, he lives on the construction site. Not to mention, as long as he stays here, the enthusiasm of everyone to work is always higher.

Of course he would not live in a shack. A standard military account became his temporary residence, office work in front and accommodation in the back. He dealt with the general official duties here at night.

Three white flour steamed buns, a bowl of braised pork, a plate of vegetables, and a bowl of egg flower soup, are Zheng Duan’s supper. He is from the north and has been in Xiangxi for a long time. In terms of diet, he still likes to eat big steamed buns.

While gnawing on the steamed buns and looking at a document in my hand, the glass lamp illuminated the small military account.

There was a jingling sound of beating stones outside, interrupting Zheng Duan's thoughts, raising his head and looking outside.

"County Master, I'll ask them to find a farther place to knock!" The clerk in the room noticed this keenly, and immediately stood up and walked out.

"No." Zheng Duan shook his head: "It was just a shock when I heard it. When I was studying in the academy, no matter how much trouble I was, it would not affect my reading. They would be used to knocking on their own, and listening more will make you accustomed to listening. You ask them to move farther away and move back after they finish knocking. How much effort will it take! If you use this effort, will you still have the energy to work tomorrow?"

"That is, the county magistrate, who cares so much about them!" the clerk shook his head and said.

"This is not a sympathy, this is what we should do. When we were in the academy, His Majesty gave classes, putting people first and people first. We must first think about the people and create convenience for the people, rather than for our own convenience, so that the people are inconvenient." Zheng Duan said. "By the way, these people live on the construction site, do you know what they eat?"

"What else can I eat? It's nothing more than steamed buns and wild vegetable dumplings!" said the clerk.

"Dry eating? There's no dish?"

"Yes, pickled cabbage lumps. Boil some water and rinse the pickled cabbage lumps inside. This is considered a bowl of soup. There are vegetables, soup and steamed buns. Isn't that complete?"

Zheng Duan was stunned for a while, and looked at the braised pork and egg flower soup in front of him, and suddenly felt that it was no longer fragrant.

Seeing Zheng Duan's loss of appearance, the clerk guessed Zheng Duan's thoughts, "County Master, this was the only time you came here. At least these people who work can eat steamed buns and wild vegetable dumplings can be full. Moreover, there are more or less rice and flour added to the wild vegetable dumplings now. In the past, it was wild vegetable dumplings."

He walked to the military tent, lifted the curtain door, and looked outside. Under the moonlight, Lao Hei Pi was waving a big hammer and knocking on the big stone. He knocked it into a few small pieces. Then he sat down again, picked up the small hammer, and knocked the stone into pieces.

These small hammers were provided by the government, and he couldn't afford it. The small figure waving the sledgehammer's figure seemed particularly eye-catching under the moonlight. Somehow, this scene left a deep mark in Zheng Duan's heart.

"Take the dishes on the table to Lao Hei Pi." Zheng Duan waved.

The clerk was surprised, "County Master, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Tell Lao Heipi that if you change his dish dumpling, I will try it." Zheng Duan said.

The clerk was obviously stunned for a while, and it was not until Zheng Duan turned around and knocked him that he hurriedly put a plate on the table and walked outside.

Zheng Duan put down the curtain, but opened a small gap and looked out.

Lao Heipi was obviously stunned. After a while, he crossed his hands and bowed deeply to the military tent where Zheng Duan was.

Zheng Duan couldn't help but laugh, but the old Hei Pi still understood in his heart.

A moment later, the clerk came back with a plate, but there were three dish dumplings on it. Zheng Duan picked up one, took a bite, and frowned involuntarily. He was well-off, but he had never eaten such things before. Later, he studied and became an official, and his life was even better every day.

The first bite was almost swallowed raw, but the second bite began to chew slowly and swallowed slowly.

Somewhat bitter.

The clerk was not wrong. There were indeed some mixed noodles added to the dish dumpling, probably hazelnut powder or the like.

Holding the dish dumpling, he lifted the curtain again, but saw Lao Heipi holding the bowls of food and walking to a few other stone-killing people a little further away, and actually greeting everyone to enjoy it.

"I'm still someone who knows how to share." Zheng Duan nodded slightly: "He's a good guy."

"The county master really loves the people as much as his son." The clerk flattered him.

Zheng Duan walked back while chewing the dumplings, "It has been a year and a half since I arrived in Jishou. Not to mention letting everyone eat meat, I didn't even let everyone eat rice. This is my dereliction of duty, as a personal guard. What is the use of just loving the people like a son? You can't let everyone eat and wear warmth. Whatever you say is false words? If you can coax the people for a while, how can you coax the people for a lifetime? Next year, at this time next year, I must let everyone go and eat full."

"The county magistrate can do it." The clerk nodded repeatedly.

Zheng Duan didn't say anything, and while eating the dish, he began to pick up his pen to review the documents.

After a while, Lao Heipi's voice came from outside: "Cai Quanwu thanked the reward from Lord Zun of County."

Zheng Duan straightened up, but did not go out, but said loudly: "It's not a reward, it's an exchange. I also ate your dish."

After a moment of silence outside, Lao Heipi's voice sounded again: "Cai Quanwu can't speak, but he understood in his heart. County Master, you are a good official. Follow you, we must have a chance."

"Old Hei... No, Cai Quanwu, at this time next year, you will definitely eat braised pork and rice with your own ability." Zheng Duan said: "Go and do your work. Don't be too tired. There are still heavy work tomorrow!"

"Strength is slave power. I will use it and come back again. No matter how hard or tired I feel, after sleeping, I will have strength again. County Master, Cai Quanwu, is gone."

Zheng Duan picked up the pen, but did not fall. Until the sound of a hammer hitting the stone again, his brushstrokes finally fell.

This time, it was not just a hammering sound, but Cai Quanwu even sang a mountain song.

Zheng Duan has been to Jishou for a year and a half, and can barely understand the dialect here, but he said he can't speak it. But now Cai Quanwu sings it, and he finds that he can't understand a word, but the tune is different from Beidi Township Music.

"The county master is a song of weed pulling song!" the clerk said with a smile.

"You can sing?" Zheng Duan said.

"I am a native of Jishou, why can't I sing?" The clerk looked at Zheng Duan with high interest, and then started singing in a low voice. As he sang, he found that Zheng Duan had also learned to sing.

After a few times, Zheng Duan actually sang well.

"The county master is indeed intelligent and extraordinary."

Whenever this clerk takes the opportunity, he always flatters a few words. Zheng Duan doesn’t think it’s offensive. Who would like to listen to bad words if he can listen to bad words? He is loyal, but he is always unpleasant, and his psychology will be problematic. Good medicine is bitter, but he can only drink it when he gets sick!

"Tomorrow, we will sing this song and work while singing." Zheng Duan said enthusiastically. "By the way, I will finish reviewing these documents today. You have followed me for a whole day in the day. If you are tired, go to bed by yourself."

"I'm not tired at the job." The clerk quickly shook his head and said, "What a joke, the leader is still working, can you go to bed?" Besides, when I first worked with the county magistrate, I was really tired, but now I have survived it. I no longer felt like I had fallen apart when I lay down and my whole body was too lazy to move even if I had a finger.

As a local, I have served the county magistrates here earlier. Compared with the completely different officials before and after, the clerk couldn't help but sigh that the reason why the victors win is not without a reason.

The former county magistrate who was cut off by the Tang army had a thick neck, big ears, big belly, and would breathe after walking a few more steps. When Jishou City was broken, the person who usually carried the sedan chair ran away and took a horse and fell down as soon as he climbed up. Even his own son finally had oil on his feet and ran away. When the Tang army rushed in, the county magistrate could only wait for someone to chop him up.

The person in front of him was so impressed that the clerk was very impressed. He talked about serious matters and quoted classics. No matter how he looked, he looked full of knowledge. But when he turned around and did heavy physical work, he was actually lifting heavy weights. He swung dozens of hammers under him without changing his heart. He carried two loads of soil and walked like flying, and pushed a wheelbarrow as if he was on the flat ground.

More importantly, after becoming the county magistrate of Zhengduan County, he was promoted because of his good work and had the opportunity to enter Zhengduan's inner room. He actually saw a full set of armor and a horizontal knife in the bedroom. It was obvious that it was Zhengduan's own.

The so-called "both civil and military" is just that.

The clerk's Xia Xiang was interrupted by the sound of horse hooves outside. He quickly stood up, opened the tent and walked out, but saw Wang Biao, commander of the Jing'an Army in Jishou County, turning over and dismounting.

"Have the county magistrate slept?" Wang Biao asked, tied the horse to a stone outside.

"No, I'm still reviewing the official documents." The clerk said quickly.
Chapter completed!