Since time travel, Gu Qing's footsteps have never left Shiqiao Village.

If he is a real seventeen-year-old boy, then he must be very yearning for the outside world, wanting to see different scenery, experience different customs and customs, and a wider world can realize the young and innocent dream of a boy.

It's a pity that Gu Qing is not only seventeen years old, but the soul in his body is already over thirty years old.

People in their thirties should have a plan and purpose when talking and doing things. Just like a man going shopping, he enters a mall and goes straight to the destination. After shopping, he pays and turns around to go home. He will never be overwhelmed by the dazzling array of unnecessary and useless products.

Stop for a second, and you will not be like a woman, whose shopping route is like a bee gathering nectar, showing an irregular and purposeless spiral, turning in circles, circles, circles...

If he had nothing to do, Gu Qing would not even think about going to Qingcheng County. What can he do in Qingcheng County if he has nothing to do? Feel the prosperity of the ancient world? He has experienced the skyscrapers of the 21st century and various large shopping malls, pedestrian streets, bars, etc.

,Are ancient streets more prosperous than them?

This time Gu Qing had to go to Qingcheng County. The porcelain kiln was sealed and there must be an explanation.

After getting ready at home, I didn’t have much to bring, just the money was enough. Just as I was about to go out, Song Gensheng stood at the door.

Gu Qing looked him up and down in surprise.

I don't know if this guy took the wrong medicine today. He actually wore a brand-new scholar's round-neck gown and a black scarf. Even his eyebrows seemed to be much thicker than usual. He stood at the door with a look of looking forward to the romance. He was very embarrassed.

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"Going on a blind date?" Gu Qing asked.

"Ah? No." Song Gensheng brushed the hair hanging from his forehead and said, "I heard that you are going to Qingcheng County, I will go with you."

"I'm going to Qingcheng County to quarrel with the county magistrate, will you go with me?"

Song Gensheng was stunned: "A fight, a fight? With the county magistrate?"

"That's right, there might even be a fight, and the scene would be very bloody at one point."

Song Gensheng was stunned for a moment, and then he gave up decisively, but not completely: "I, I... can wait for you outside the county government office."

After saying this, Song Gensheng felt that the usefulness of his companionship could not be shown, so he added: "...If you are beaten by a policeman with a stick, I can also call a doctor for you and cover your wounds."

Such a humble reason, and it seems like a crime against the vulnerable to refuse.

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Qingcheng County is not far from Shiqiao Village, just over a dozen miles away on a mountain road. For example, if the Qingcheng County government office caught fire and County Magistrate Huang was unfortunately set alight, then standing on the hillside of Shiqiao Village, he would be able to

Seeing the fire in the county government office, you might even see a man covered in fire jumping around in front of the county government office.

So Hao Donglai, with his voluptuous figure, could walk back and forth every now and then, and sometimes he would come even if he didn't have any business to do. Gu Qing suspected that he was just trying to lose weight.

Gu Qing and Song Gensheng entered the city not long after.

Qingcheng County is of course much more lively than Shiqiao Village, but as Gu Qing expected, prosperity is prosperity, but in the eyes of the well-informed Gu Qing, this level of prosperity is nothing. At best, it is just a small town going to the market in later generations.

extent.

Not in the mood to watch the excitement, Gu Qing went into the city to find someone to inquire about the location of the Changlongji store. He carried Song Gensheng, who was looking around, in one hand, like dragging an Erha who went out for a walk and went crazy and refused to go home, all the way across the street.

Go to the entrance of Changlongji Store.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing were sitting in the inner courtyard of the shop, with gloomy expressions on their faces. After Gu Qing came in, the two shopkeepers stood up quickly, and strode forward to hold Gu Qing's hand as if they were looking forward to liberation.

"Young Master is finally here! It seems that the situation is not good." Hao Donglai said worriedly. His chubby figure seemed to be a little deflated, and it seemed that he had not eaten well in recent days.

Shi Daxing snorted: "Huang County Magistrate looked down on us businessmen at all. We didn't even say a few words before he scolded us. We are both in our thirties and forties. This is the first time someone scolded us like sons. We didn't respond.

You dare to talk back, I feel so aggrieved!"

Hao Donglai sighed: "Young Master, please think of a way. As we guessed the day before yesterday, Magistrate Huang is afraid that he will not let our porcelain kiln continue to operate. Yesterday, I saw that his attitude was very bad, and the reason for scolding us was actually the same."

We are not on the stage, but they are officials and we are businessmen, so we cannot fight."

Gu Qing pondered: "Can this matter be solved with money? For example, quietly send a little filial piety to County Magistrate Huang..."

Shi Daxing shook his head quickly: "It's impossible. Magistrate Huang was a Jinshi. He was a very noble official and he cherished his feathers. I have never heard of him accepting bribes. If he gives money rashly, it may be counterproductive."

Gu Qing sighed, something that money can't solve must be a big deal.

The porcelain kiln cannot be closed. It is not only its own industry, but also the rice bowl of many people. The villagers rely on the work in the porcelain kiln to supplement their lives. Finally, there is a glimmer of light in the barren days, and they cannot let their lives return to darkness again.

Gu Qing couldn't think of a good solution at the moment, but something had to be done.

"Two shopkeepers, please give me a chance to meet with County Magistrate Huang," Gu Qing said.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

They didn't know whether it would be useful for a seventeen-year-old boy to meet with Magistrate Huang, but after getting along with Gu Qing for a long time, the two shopkeepers gradually became familiar with Gu Qing's personality, and they were willing to believe in every decision of Gu Qing.

Soon, Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing wrote a joint greeting note and handed it to Gu Qing with both hands.

Gu Qing took the invitation and glanced at it, then quickly glanced at Song Gensheng and said hesitantly: "How about... you should help me find a doctor first and wait at the gate of the county government office."

The two shopkeepers were stunned: "Why?"

Gu Qing pulled Song Gensheng over, pointed at him and said, "This guy will explain to you."

The process of meeting Magistrate Huang went very smoothly. Although it was a courtesy call from a businessman, it was after all a courtesy call from one of the top businessmen in Qingcheng County. These two businessmen were related to the GDP of Qingcheng County. Magistrate Huang would not wait to see him again.

See.

Still meeting guests in the second hall of the county government office, Gu Qing sat alone in a wing of the second hall. After waiting for more than half an hour, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a green official robe and wearing a stone around his waist walk in.

Gu Qing hurriedly stood up and said, "Gu Qing, a common man, pays homage to the county magistrate."

Huang Wenjin had no expression on his face and glanced at Gu Qing, then sat on the futon without saying a word and closing his eyes to relax, with a look of reluctance on his face, as if someone put a knife on his neck and forced him to come out to meet the guests.

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Gu Qing didn't care. He had never seen an official before. It was normal for him to show off his power and put on official airs when meeting someone.

So Gu Qing continued: "The grassroots are the owners of the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village. Today I came here to pay homage to the county magistrate and admire his magnanimity. I am so presumptuous in coming, so I ask for your forgiveness."

Huang Wenjin opened his eyes, looked at Gu Qing with his eyes like swords, and said slowly: "Are you the master of the porcelain kiln?"

"Exactly."
Chapter completed!