Seeing that the Mo Zhifu was not a difficult task for those who were officials, they took the token at the door, and soon the yamen runners took their lives out to lead them in.

Mo Zhifu is over, uh, as far as Qi Baoer and others know, if he has not made a fake age this year, he should be fifty-seven in the record book [file], but if you look at the person in front of you, it is not an exaggeration to say, you will have to be sixty-nine if you are seventy-year-old.

He has gorgeous hair, a haggard face with deep wrinkles, and gray eyebrows.

Although he tried his best to show himself more energy and to keep himself upright with dignity, his back, which still seemed slightly hunched, and the feeling of depression that could not be covered by no means can be seen at a glance.

"Master Ye, General Yuan." Magistrate Mo and General Yuan are of the same rank, and are half a level higher than the Master, so he doesn't need to be humble when facing these two. It's already thoughtful to give a ritual to the peer.

Of course, the court ceremony is not so easy to say. General Yuan and Chief Ye both came from the capital. Officials in Beijing are low-ranking officials, and their status is generally higher than those in the local area.

It depends on whether the official in this place is good at getting married and is a lively mind.

The Mo Zhifu in front of me seemed to be not such a person from just one gift.

Qi Baoer smiled and went forward, and replied with a peer-like ceremony, "I have seen Lord Mo, but I have no invitation to come and chat. I hope Lord Mo will not abandon him."

As soon as the Master Mo saw that the person talking to him was Master Ye, he thought that General Yuan had been standing behind Master Ye as a protector since he came in, he knew that the real person in charge of this group was not General Yuan with a slightly higher rank, but the young Master Ye in front of him.

"Master Ye and General Ye and General Yuan have worked hard to transport military pay and military supplies to the court. They are indeed our models. It is a blessing for Mo to come to the mansion. He should sweep the bed to greet him, so how can he say he dislike him?"

After the words came, the Mo Zhifu made an invitation gesture and led the way, "Master Ye asked, General Yuan asked."

Qi Baoer raised his heels, not surpassing the Mo Zhifu, nor was he in parallel, but followed the Mo Zhifu a few steps away.

The humility of a little man half-ranked official can be said to be a perfect display.

I don’t know if the Mo Zhifu didn’t notice or didn’t care about this, and there was no change in his expression, but, looking at Qi Baoer’s eyes, there was a lot more warm colors.

Alas, no matter how much I enter the officialdom, I seem to care about these things.

There was nothing to say along the way, and everyone was led by the Magistrate Mo to the living room of the Magistrate's Mansion.

After the maid presented tea, the Magistrate Mo drank and withdrew the servants and the yamen runners.

Qi Baoer took the tea and drank it lightly, with a slightly stunned expression. To be honest, the taste of this tea is quite hard to describe. It is slightly astringent in the mouth, and it is a little bitter when it swallows. After entering the throat, it has a slight sweetness dissipates.

General Yuan’s life was not too short when he was with Qi Baoer, and he had the brilliance. In addition, Qi Baoer did not hide himself like other Quan Yigui. Now it can be said that Qi Baoer had a slight change in expression, so General Yuan could have guessed her meaning.

Seeing Qi Baoer frowning slightly, General Yuan immediately turned his eyes to the teacup in front of him. Is this tea so unpleasant that it made the wise prince unhappy?

What does this Mo Zhifu mean?

General Yuan was speechless and contemptuous in his heart. He hated that civil servants were here, and even sometimes a very casual thing would have the meaning of turning it over.

The facts were as General Yuan guessed. When Mo Zhifu saw the change in the expression of Chief Ye, he chuckled and said:

"This tea is a specialty tea in Zhongzhou. Although it tastes astringent and sweet, it is a good thing in the northwest region."

Although I have drunk the same tea, Qi Baoer and others, I have heard of it all.

There are few lands in the northwest. Although there are many places that have been cultivated by hard-working people to farm, the land that has been reclaimed and the land in the entire northwest can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

Forests and water have always complemented each other. Less forests also mean less water. If there is less water, the land will dry up. Over time, most of the natural areas will be desertified.

In other words, in most parts of the northwest, as long as there is wind, there will be fine sand in the wind; bad weather such as sandstorms are not missing. On the contrary, sandstorms are common in places slightly closer to the desert; even in the city, the green state, surrounded by mountains, forests and fields, will be damaged by sandstorms once or twice a year.

But God will not really destroy the way for people to live. There is a lot of sand and dust in the northwest, which will cause great harm to people's lungs. So, Zhongzhou, known as the Green State of the northwest, has vegetation such as fuchsia. Whether it is used as medicine or drinking alone, it has the effect of moistening the lungs.

The above is Qi Baoer's own understanding. In reality, almost everyone in the northwest suffered from coughs. Hundreds of years ago, someone accidentally discovered a strange grass on the mountain. The grass does not grow leaves, it is not green, but a strange grass with fluffy/white fur.

As for who discovered that jingle grass has a cough-treating effect and who made it into tea, these are no longer something to be found. Anyway, jingle tea is a must-drink tea for people in the northwest, no one is there.

Qi Baoer smiled and put down the teacup, "Although it is astringent in your mouth, you will feel a sweet feeling pouring in when you swallow it."

Zhifu Mo smiled and said nothing.

If Qi Baoer showed her true identity now, Mo Zhifu would still be afraid of her; but their group of people now have the highest ranks of only the same rank as Mo Zhifu, and one side represents the army and the other side represents the righteous [political]; to put it bluntly, even if Mo Zhifu offended them, they would not dare to treat Mo Zhifu.

What's more, what's the matter here if you run away with the army?

There is no communication between each other, can it be that they are coming to break into the door?

Although Mo Zhifu was jailed everywhere in the middle city, he could not hide the big and small matters in the middle city. Otherwise, he would not have been stalemate with the Yuan, the treasury yamen.

What happened on the street early in the morning had already been heard in his ears. The guards around Ye Da beat the Liu family's treasure Du Miaomiao to death in the street.

He also knew that the treasure of the Liu family was frightened and had a high fever after returning home. Now almost all the doctors in the middle city have been invited into the Liu family.

This is also the reason why the Liu family has not moved yet.

Liu Yuanwai is now devoted to saving Du Miaomiao, and has not yet had the time to come to ask Chief Ye and the others for trouble.

But once Liu Gongzi's illness relieves...

Thinking of this, Master Mo felt a little embarrassed and angry. He thought that he was a dignified prefect, but he had no choice but to take a small businessman.

It’s shameful and ashamed.

But no matter how shameful or ashamed, he would not be wary of the fact that he wanted to gain some benefits from Chief Ye and General Yuan.

If you dare to beat Mr. Liu in the street, you are either a fool or you are really fearless.

When Mo Zhifu first heard about this, he favored these people as naughty. Now, especially when he learned that the person in charge was actually the young master Ye, he felt that these people were just reckless and unbearable because of his youth.
Chapter completed!