"Second!"

Mr. Xu looked at the wild ginseng that was carefully dug out by Xu Lao Er, and felt so sour. The family was not bad for luck, and it seemed that the second brother was lucky.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Xu Laoer's face was as if it was blooming, and he couldn't stop talking about his joy.

The ginseng he dug was sent to the city for sale, at least a few dozen taels of silver. If you encounter something urgently needed, it would be fine to sell hundreds of taels of silver.

"Carry it for me!"

"I'm tired!"

Mr. Xu threw the pheasant in his hand to Xu Laoer.

"Okay!"

Although the two of Xu and Laozi were a little stupid, their strength was definitely the first among the three brothers of the Xu family.

"Give me the ginseng!"

Seeing Xu Laoer picking up the pheasant, Mr. Xu took the opportunity to take the eldest wild ginseng from Xu Laoer's hand.

Now that the family is not short of money, it is good to make this thing well and keep it as a family heirloom for your family to use.

Mr. Xu thought happily.

...

When the three of them returned to Lingshui Village, the old man took off his shirt and wrapped the eldest wild ginseng. Then he looked casual and held the dragged shirt in his hand.

Such a large wild ginseng is really rare.

The so-called wealth is not revealed.

This wild ginseng is also considered a wealth, and it is a great fortune.

Although the people of Lingshui Village are simple, who can guarantee that no one will have bad intentions? Moreover, once the villagers see the eldest wild ginseng, they will definitely be clamoring everywhere.

At that time, the news will be revealed, and whether it is kept or sold by yourself, it may attract the attention of those who are interested.

After entering the village, the three men and women met many villagers. These people were still envious of the rabbits and pheasants carried by Mr. Xu and Mr. Xu.

However, Mr. Xu soon discovered that the focus of the villagers seemed to be not on the three of them.

"Brother, go home quickly!"

When the old man from Yue saw Mr. Xu, he hurriedly greeted him, "There is someone coming from the county government office again!"

"What?!"

When he heard Mr. Yue’s words, Mr. Xu immediately called Mr. Xu and Mr. Xu to run, and rushed back to the old Xu’s house.

At this moment, outside the gate of Lao Xu's house, a man in a gray robe was waiting there with a small team of yamen runners.

Muramama Guan Laoqi smiled and talked to the man in the gray robe.

"Sorry, I just came back from the mountain and was rude, rude!"

Mr. Xu hurried forward and began to greet him from afar.

When he saw the face of the man in the gray robe, he almost lost the outer shirt in his hand.

Because this person is the county magistrate Zuoqiu!

"The grass-roots have met the adults!"

"You don't need to be polite, brother."

Zuo Qiu came forward and supported Mr. Xu who was about to give a big gift. "I am here in casual clothes this time, so I won't talk about these things!"

"My dear Caomin Xie!"

Of course, Mr. Xu would not be polite to Zuo Qiu.

"I wonder if sir, come today, but what instructions do you have?"

"That's right, your father and son have made great contributions. I have already submitted a memorial, but it will take some time for the imperial court to come down. I thought, if my brother is willing, I can do a clerk's job in the county yard for the son!"

"Sir, this is impossible, it's impossible!"

When he heard Zuo Qiu's words, Mr. Xu's head was about to become a rattle.

The clerk's job?
Chapter completed!