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Zhen Qingming had only been in Taoyuan County for half a year, and the political situation was unstable, so he hadn't thought carefully about his transfer three years later. Hearing Sanlang's words, he was a little absent-minded after toasting.

Saburo was quite speechless, and he said something casually, he didn't think about the time and place, County Magistrate Zhen is really an idiot.

County magistrate Zhen was not at all indifferent, except for King Duan and General Ye, those relatives who needed his toast had never had much contact with Saburo, so he naturally would not take it seriously.

For example, Sanlang's grandfather's family, Sanlang was reborn in ancient times for so long, and he only heard Wu Liang mention it once.It was the same time when the peanuts were sold out, Wu Liang's money was rich, and he bought some things to go back to his natal home, but the sister-in-law of the natal family regarded them as begging them.

This matter is messed up. To put it bluntly, it is still troublesome.Saburo told Mr. Zhen a joke, and Zhen Qingming glanced at the few people sitting at the same table with his mother-in-law. They were all relatives.

Saburo didn't know what he was thinking, so he cheered up and greeted the guests.

In view of the fact that there are few vegetarian dishes in winter and relatives and friends do not have much to spare at home, when Zhen Qingming went to a restaurant to order a banquet, Saburo specifically told him to prepare two plates of tofu and cabbage, and replace the rest with meat dishes.

Seeing the bowls of chicken, duck and fish meat being served out and being eaten up by the guests, the absent-minded Master Zhen was dumbfounded, and asked in a low voice, "How long have they not eaten meat?"

"Don't talk about others, if you don't have the silver ticket from Xiangye, you can eat a meal of meat in three days." Saburo muttered, and rushed to the east to wave his hand and ask the back kitchen to add more meat.

Zhen Qingming was choked by him, "...It seems that I am too incompetent as a county magistrate, and the people under my rule can't even eat meat. You are so smart, how can you increase the income of the people?"

Saburo really wanted to slap himself and make him say, "Today is your big day, this is a restaurant, not a county government office!" Then he turned and went elsewhere.

After everyone had finished eating, Saburo saw that some of the dishes on the tables had barely moved, and after a closer look, it was Zhao Yuanwai, Li Fengshou, and the country gentry who picked up to add to their roles. After thinking about it, he said, "Mother, you and Sun The mother-in-law went back to get two clean pots and put away the meat."

"What are you doing?" Zhen Qingming stretched out his hand to grab him.

Everyone who put down their chopsticks, bowls and wine glasses to greet each other looked at Saburo in unison, but he stood still in the face of everyone's strange sizing, pointing to the chicken, duck and fish on Duan Wang's table, "It's a pity to lose things, of course take them back and keep them." Let's eat it tomorrow." Actually, he didn't care about this kind of food, who asked the groom to ask him how to increase the people's income.

I can't think of any good way for a while, and I happen to think of the word "packing", so let's start with thrift.

Lord Zhen suddenly felt a pain in the face, and Wu Lai immediately scolded Saburo for being petty. Saburo glanced at everyone and muttered, "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work."

Duan Wangtong felt that Sanlang was a bit out of place, so he winked at General Ye and said silently, "Look, this is your brother, it's too embarrassing for you."

Hearing Sanlang's words, his face froze, and when he saw that the dishes and bowls on the tables where the relatives of the Wu family were sitting were all clean, his face instantly turned red.

General Ye bit his lip, and managed to hold back his laughter.

As a lover of ancient literature, he naturally knew the ancient poems read by San Lang. He had lived in the army in his past and present lives.

So General Ye didn't think there was anything shameful about Saburo being thrifty. Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull for a while, he coughed lightly, "You have a good abacus, we paid for the food, but you took all the meat back to your own house." It's true, County Magistrate Zhen is worthy of marrying you!" After that, he stretched out his thumb, indicating that he is very powerful.

"Ah?" Sanlang was taken aback, and couldn't help digging his ears, "You want it?"

"Nonsense! We exchanged money for this meal, even if you don't want it, it can't be cheaper for you." General Ye smiled half-smile, raised his brows, and pointed casually, "Hey, you either, take it away if you want it, or take it away if you are late." It was taken away by Saburo."

How embarrassing.There is a custom of eating leftovers for wedding banquets in the countryside. The few people pointed out by General Ye wanted it, but many people watched it, and they couldn't bear it.

General Ye ate and slept with the soldiers in the army, so he could understand the thoughts of the common people. "Since you don't want it," he called the owner of the restaurant, "Find some oil paper and wrap it up for me." He winked at Saburo as he spoke. wink.

San Lang was so blessed that he didn't think about why General Ye would understand his plan, and immediately said with a smile, "You come from such a noble family, the whole Qingzhou belongs to you and the prince, what's the lack of meat.

"It's not a question of whether there is a lack or not." General Ye simply stretched out a stool, sat down, and counted for him with his fingers, "Qingzhou says it's not too big or too small. On average, there are one or two weddings and weddings in the restaurant every day. If so much is wasted in one banquet, how much will be wasted in 360 five days? Not enough food for [-] soldiers for a year."

Saburo was so kind, he just wanted to instill a little sense of thrift in the county gentry, why did it rise to such a high level in the mouth of this gentleman.

Watching the guests pack up and take away all the dishes, Wu Erming's family even gave him a smug smile when they left, and didn't even leave him some soup, Saburo thought he would put on General Ye's face.

However, to his surprise, several restaurants in the county, since the day they got married, instead of pouring the leftover food into the bucket of rancid water, they reheated it to help the poor around them.

What's more, while Sun Pozi was shopping for vegetables, he asked her whether Mrs. Zhen ate leftovers every day. Grandma Sun was a mature woman, and what happened on the day San Lang got married had already spread throughout the county.

She accidentally heard people talking about the county magistrate and his wife trying to gain fame, and immediately wanted to justify her master's name, but Saburo forbade her to make trouble outside, and Grandma Sun was so full of breath that she was almost constipated. The vegetable basket, "Look, this is our daily food. There are so many people in the family, and there is no leftover." After speaking, he walked away, thinking to himself that he would never buy that person's food in the future.

Having said that, Saburo sent away all the guests and asked his parents to take the three children home to stay for a few days, then returned to their new house with Zhen Qingming, lay down on the big red quilt, and was dragged up by Zhen Qingming again, "Have a cup of wine!"

"Should I close the door and take off my clothes after drinking?" San Lang asked with wide eyes.

Zhen Qingming blushed, looked at him deeply, and said for a long while, "The door has been closed."

San Lang fled to the corner in an instant, but he became a one-armed prawn, no match for Master Zhen's big hands.

The next day, Saburo opened his sour eyes, looked at the dazzling red around him, and couldn't react, so he got married?Will he not be a lonely soul in the future?

"Why are you in a daze." Zhen Qingming walked in, saw him open his eyes, and went to get his clothes, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Saburo shook his head, he is a pure man, the chrysanthemum was exploded, and he couldn't even say in pain, "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon, and it's snowing outside. If you don't want to wake up, I'll bring the food in?" Zhen Qingming put on a cloak for him, and seeing a trace of blood on his arm, "The wound opened again?"

"Last night." Saburo's voice was a little hoarse, leaning on Zhen Qingming's arms, "I'm not hungry."

"Then lie down for a while." He took off his shoes and coat and climbed onto the bed. "Father sent someone to deliver a cart of gifts. It just arrived this morning. Let's get up and have a look later."

"Has Master Xiang sent you a letter?" Sanlang immediately woke up when he heard it.

"Come here, but I don't understand it." Zhen Qingming frowned, "Father said in a letter that Fatty Xie had gained weight again. It was snowing in the capital a few days ago, and the road was slippery. Fatty Xie fell down and didn't get up. He What does death have to do with us?"

Saburo's heart trembled, Xiangye must have thought that Zhen Qingming knew about Poppy, and after thinking for a while, "Of course it's related. The eldest brother and second brother were dismissed because of the old man Xie. Father may want to tell us that they are fine now. Thank you for your family." Righteousness, it is estimated that it will be peaceful for a while."

Zhen Qingming rubbed his eyebrows, "Actually, you want to say that your father is gloating, right?" After finishing speaking, he stared at him, but Saburo didn't cooperate, "How can you think of him like that for such a noble and virtuous person? Are you your own son?"

Of course he knew what his father was like, but he felt something was wrong.

"Master, master, it's not good!"

Zhen Qingming wanted to continue asking, but suddenly heard Donglai bluffing in the yard.

"What's the proper way to yell?" Zhen Qingming opened the door, his face was so cold that the snowflakes could be frozen into ice.